Madhushala

wishes go untold in a place of desire...
the project ended or a place of satire..
denounced meritocrats escapes to the puddle
 in a place of the unfulfilled pleasure...

the bamboo clad house of the corner..
the dreaded mystery of the owner...
saying to be quiet for our sake..
saying drinking could put our careers at stake....

so the story starts like that...
i have witnessed many do like that..
may be the list continue to grow..
i will remember as I immortalized you...

the walls bear witness to the jobs...
the undiluted happiness of the lot...
the budgets are just fine today..
so lets start with a beer today...

one among the crew is sentimental...
says that its the "rum" that always conquers..
so we start again with the glasses...
venuda please fill the plates with "jhaal" again..

the winters of the past see the lights of the summer..
all the felony and the anguish being conquered...
i imagine that they are still alive...
or being buried alive in this too thoughtful world...

in the meantime someone just scorns away...
says that he is the biggest idiot himself...
the most sensitive in the group says...
"leave that" lets light a stick again....

the clock just rolls on... from 8 to 10 pm...
the satiated youths of the future proclaims..
we will meet again some day some time...
the days we are talking about are just hours
and we come and say "open the doors again"...

the sentiments deepen as the alcohol rises..
the trifles and the clashes come to the front...
someone so good says "do not fight"...
the sentimental says "bore mat kar"....

as we again peek through the windows...
the frustrations are causes of our celebrations...
some girlfriends, some project and some of jobs...
all i wonder is we are the same issues of some common joints..

the place which saw me grow..
from a student to a citizen low...
waives her hand to see us all go...
to places we hardly know...

there we tread in the dark again...
i saw my friends cry like a child again...
the mates, the group is all detached..
and the owner says "do come back again"

all the agains and promises are lost ...
we strive in the jungles of the rats..
everybody fighting his own battle...
knowing that winning the rat race...
makes him a rat again.....

emotions go untouched in a place of bliss...
all the peace and calm vanquished...
all i wonder the walls will see them again..
I just say we meet again....