Waiting for a Jet Plane

I am addicted


To thoughtlessness-es


On choir less afternoons


When everything smells of cheap oriental perfume


And headaches are left to dry upon


Blistering, loveless verandas


Sickness-tanned






Everything is the same


Same white, black and blue


Even the leaves sway to just one side


That too, from where the wind never blows


And another days lies jaded in


The grunge-garage of piling moments


Moments upon moments


Hands, smiles and gestures


Umbrellas, no rain


Flowers wilting without kisses


And kisses wilting without lips


Un-filled forms waiting un-application






A lamplight lies in the day






And the moon wanes the moment


The stars come out to party


And when I venture on my way


But where’s the light ?






No, I don’t mean those halogen apologies






I want to see


It by


Not


It






Don’t shine for your own damned sake


Let me see through it






Let the light lie






Let it lie awake






Untouched






Un-blemished!