No more..

High Rise windows doors adjacent
Block,compact house touch across
Blurring horns undue honking
Peace of mind dreams of
Water thirsty lakes and ponds
Food inflation stomach snores
Poor man withers without
Swines wine just one of all
Account imbalances at Copenhagen
The debtor refuses to pay
No wonder flouting toxic assets
Comes from a country nay say
Rules of game change
Gone are the bygone days
'No more,No more' whispers forever again

The Perfect Stranger

Lites a cigaratte,

Smoke fills the air,

The fog blankets the face,

Cloudy hallows disappear,

Looks at passerby with sheer cheer,

Cute kid jumps and tags along,

Throwing peanuts at the kid,

Runs,catches,Laughs out loud,

Charming,Innocent,Dreamy.

Women haste to get a glimse of him,

Reluctant,Restless,Retired.

Doesnt care for the attention,

Looks around mysteriously,

Tapping the foot on the Beatles song,

Holding binoculars by the soft hands,

Looks atop at the high rise,

Turns around,

Notes,Scribbles in the red diary,

Strange moves,Haunting silence,

Tensed,Desperate,Worried.

Calls a number,

Huddles and walks down the path,

The kid pulls the long jacket,

Hungry,Dishevelled,Tired.

Ignoring the kid walks across,

Asks me to 'tag Along'

Observing his ways all this while,

'No Way' I say to the perfect stranger........ 

-Nidhi Acharya