Never Have I Ever

Never have I ever,
stopped.
Never have I ever,
looked.
Never have I ever,
thought.

I walk past them everyday,
hard up and frail.
My affluent ass is at ease.

The comfort of a cushion,
The warmth of a quilt.
Sitting silently,
eating.

Never have I ever,
worked.
Never have i ever,
starved.
Never have I ever,
thought.

I smile at them everyday,
So hard up and frail,
My affluent ass is at ease.

Bobby Deol

I write, i stop, i smoke.
Of Love and Bobby deol.

Its funny how it started,
an accident , fate if you may.
But there and then,
He brushed his hair,
and i fell into my pocket.

Its different,
a game of tennis,
followed by a phone call,
of a complete stranger,
who wants to know,
what you know,
of Love and Bobby Deol.

I would have asked at first,
about delinquency, about you,
about love,and yes, about him too.

So brush your hair,
and call me up,
and talk to me,
About Love and Bobby Deol.

Chai

Seated on a folding chair,
Sipping chai.

The classicist adjusts his crotch,
Takes his chashma off,
and finshes the Sunday crossword.

Its time to do a task,
Something planned.
Something that doesnt deserve a second thought,
let alone meticulous preparation.

So its taken on,
Deft and Rigid as ever,
He finishes it.

Gets back to his chai,
Seated on a folding chair.
Flimsy as ever, the chair screeches as he settles down.

Another sip of the chai,
A new task .