Its been a since I've shown/ The world what I have been/ Pondering in my silence alone...

This weekend dragged home
By force. Pampered silly by maternal concerns
And prodded by paternal pokes
I lock myself in my old room alone
And stare at the wall - which stares back at me in turn
And repeats the questions that worried my folks.

The past month of sinister silence
The long hours of brooding
Into restless nights - "Its been quite a month"
They say, " What have you in your defense?"
And mother suggests a bite of pudding
While I reply in grunts

Such was the state of affairs
I realized how long this silence has been
I guess its time to speak andshare
Lest my manners turn more porcine.

As the second half of this decade began
The threshold led to new doors
TnP played Khulja Sim Sim and
We were to make the scores

As I wait for my time to leave
I fill it with friends, music, movies & levity
A month passed then two then three
Now fourth... I am sick of this velapanti

My search for rhyme rhythm and reason
Came to stop in pages of a book
The author (then unknown) and his poetic liaisons
Had now caught me line sinker and hook

Now …
For rhythm I listen to Burman Sr.
(Any offense to rock and metal lovers
Is regretted)

For rhyme I choose my own to endear,
Thus I begin to write INVERSE
(Pun intended)

Reason – now that’s a great deal trickier
The elusive, disperse, inverse and adjointed
I may write tomes and still be out of reach
So I leave it to Him to guide me as this blog is indited.