A Writer On Loose....

Go run. 

Run and take cover. 

There is a writer on loose. 

Don't let him borrow,

Hide away your sorrow,

There is a writer on loose.

Don't become his muse

and let him use, your story. 

There is a writer on loose.

He hasn't slept all night

He may end up using his own plight. 

There is a writer on loose.

His lungs are filled with smoke

He comes across as a tough bloke. 

There is a writer on loose.

He has a bottle of bourbon in hand

The label is on the bottle is torn but

appears to be a cheap brand. 

There is a writer on loose.

The alcohol subsides the pain

His cast is clean but clothes have stain 

There is a writer on loose

He is all set to cruise 

Ready to be a muse. 

There is a writer on loose.

ECHOES

I saw you on my first day of college. 

You were sitting in the forth row 

from the front,

and I heard you shut a boy, with an answer

that was blunt. 

Your top was white with green leaves 

drawn over it. 

All my efforts to sit next to you

went down the pit.

Finally at 1 we were two seats away

from each other. 

I saw you go out to take a call,

maybe it was your mother. 

I was called to another room 

to verify my documents.

I saw you sitting on the other end and

boy I was eager to pass a compliment. 

Next day I saw you in the auditorium and

you were wearing an orange t shirt. 

And I looked at my self and 

found my shoes full of dirt. 

It was hot outside and 

you had your hair tied.

I was a few rows away from you,

I could feel my heart swell and 

I swear it is true. 

I was sure it was fate

When I saw you walk into the class late. 

Our classes were bang opposite,

She studied journalism and

I was learning about alcoholic composite. 

One fine day I gathered enough courage

to say Hi

My heart was beating faster than the bullet train and only I know why. 

We bonded over art

and your glares were sure like dart

piercing right into my heart.

Waiting for you at the bus stop was a daily chore,

My friends would laugh at me and call me a bore.

Handing you the chocolate on our way to the class,

That smile could make diamonds out of sheer glass.

How can I forget that first kiss,

it was completely bliss.

Taking you out on my friends bike,

Where you told me you don’t like spikes.

The way you hugged me on your graduation,

I knew I had to start my preparation,

for a life without you.

You marching into my class and 

asking my professor to see me was real bad ass.

My friends envy you till date, for that gate crash.

I am sorry that things didn't work out 

as we expected amongst our religions.

I think that love still has to fight against these legions.

But we shall meet once we rise above these differences.

And hope that love brings down these fences.

Until then I will reside in the palace 

of rapture.

We shall meet again in solace.

I saw you on the first day of my college.