Amidst the alarm of local trains and a hundred stinky shirts.
...and curses of bus drivers
A trampled shoe-lace
And a powdered face
That hurries across the street-
In tattered jeans and worn out feet
Clenching the satchel close to heart
Climb the stairs painted with dirt.
Gasping and reaching the class twelve minutes late,
Fitting the frame in a stuffed-up bench
Greeted by shards of soul rotting stench
Yawns the "Hollowmen"-
While black ink leaks through hurrying fingers
Copying the notes as the eye still lingers
Over the bluish mobile screen of the nearest neighbour
As lectures drown in a thoughtless clamour..
To hell with Romantics,Victorians and Elizabethan stage
As Faces throng for percentage
Of attendance -
A leap into another stance
Shaking the hips in a Dionysian dance
Down the smokey alleys of drunkenness
As the evening sets in blissfulness.
Down dirty drains the day moves as an overcooked broth
As eyes peer through the mirror of froth
Pulling over the crumpled cloth
Mouths away thick pieces of bread
Lying down on the patchy bed
Watch the masquerade on the unplastered wall
Of ants - black n white,thin n fat, big n small...
