I
the monologue
You…
We
the audience
And
you???
You
the absent.
Well
then
Who
the miss understood
Standing
out bare foot
Don’t
ask her out
She
has ache in tooth
Oh
my chord I hear
Music-deprived
hoot
Well
Well Well
That’s
some parachute
Suspended
in ecstasy
On
borrowed weed
Whom
no one needs
There
is heap of unsown seeds
Must
be pass out with no leads
Lady
Getting
back to our dispute
Let’s
keep the oscillating truth
That’s
the mere ingredient
Which
the PR HR constitutes.
As
wages for their fun and food
Wow
such equilibrium
In
relationships
Tell
me the amplitude
Hey
leave it them
With
gratitude and simple happy solitude
Well
then say some sell den
In
German they say auf wiedersehen
meaning
Bye bye till we meet again
I
know
We
depart just to be again
Let’s
not have that game again
I
crossed a century and history
To
witness your beauty and brains.
Hahahahahahahahahahahah
Om
my lord did I just….
Hate
me love me but don’t
Don’t
observe me
Share
your grief
Will bring you relief
LADY: Are You from advertising firm?
Every
word of yours is hitting pitch.
Ohkay
let me confess language is a bitch
And
literature, all about how to pitch that bitch.
LADY:
Holy shit!!
Are
you out of your wits?
Say
so you may say so lady.
As
your conscience is limited to hairgrip.
Oh
no not again!!
Ignorance
shower in vain.
Creature
deprived of wisdom
Looking
at mirrors full of barren lane
Confused
market driven middle class city dwellers
She
is no more in the hands of dreams that got over.
Leave her… to her… for her…
YES,
She loves purr purr purr…
To
be Meshram… again
Auf
wiedersehen.
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