THURSDAY EPISODES

the ride home

my eyes fixed onto
words, thought of and arranged forming
delicate stanzas that feeds
my sense of sight.
music fills my ears
in this nameless stranger-laden
crowd, all immersed in their own
perfunctory gazes; thinking, forming
and whispering conjuctures in
silent correspondence.

at the corner i see your back
against transparent glass
eyes tinted blue
looking beneath into details as
we move in this nameless stranger-laden
crowd.

cheers

red bull, jasmine tea and gatorade
i walked down the narrow
alley; unobstructed by usual
commuter rush for late night
supplementaries.

i squint through what separates me
from thirst and satisfaction of quenching
it, despite earning suspicious stares
spelling d-i-s-s-i-d-e-n-t along it's
trajectory and i pondered...
the enigma beneath such labyrinthine
mechanisms that generate
stereotypes and idiosyncracies, of
the frustration that looms
untamed awaiting resurrection.

through faux pretence of
delight, i helped myself into the
silent throat of the night...