Tuesday, March 27, 2012
You never taught me anything bad
But when you hid in the toilets
And smoked those cigarettes
Thinking I couldn't possibly smell them
Well you were wrong 'cos my little nostril picked them.
And whenever you smoke, I am smoking too.
I know I have no say as this is your car
But as the air conditioner blows so fast
Reaching me sitted at the back
There's no need to seek my view
'Cos you already know the damage you do
For when you smoke, I am smoking too.
Always with your cigarette pack and lighter
With your office smelling like a tobacco factory
And your ash tray never empty
No need to ask why I'm coughing
'Cos truth be told, we've both been smoking.
As anytime you smoke, I am smoking too.
Dear Television star
I have always admired you from afar
As you roll the cigar and look cool
I long to do it just the way you do.
I really don't care if you light it or not
It doesn't matter if you like it or not
The only thing that matters is that like you, I am smoking too.
(Dangers of passive or second hand smoke almost equal to dangers of actual smoking.)
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Wednesday, March 21, 2012
This time i won't be embarrassed.
No more will i be harassed.
I will be very well dressed.
With my clothes exquisitely pressed.
I have taken all measures to prevent any embarrassment.
Have not missed my drugs or doctor's appointment.
Nothing can stop me now!
I am looking like, wow!
My date appears, she looks radiant.
I stand up, pay her a compliment.
I am a perfect gentleman.
And she is a beautiful woman.
We make our orders, food arrives.
The atmosphere is enhanced by cool ballads.
I take the bowl, serve her a portion,
She is full of pure admiration.
My hand remains outstretched,
She smiles, still impressed.
My hand stiffens, she notices,
I cry out! She flinches.
I fall to the floor, she screams.
I start to foam, she flees.
It would have been good if it stopped there.
I guess urinating on myself was too much for her to bear.
Now i wake up and i'm all alone.
Traces of yesterday all gone.
I dial her number to ask why she ran off.
It rings, then suddenly i hear,"the number you have called, has been switched off"
What would you do?
(A story of Epilepsy)
Friday, March 16, 2012
A cold clear day
The boys come out to play
Eleven players on the field of grass
A line up of future stars.
It's an exciting game of football
It promises not to be dull
A calculated pass; a sudden shot at goal!
The striker is on a scoring roll.
Boots kick up grass; throw up dust
He has to score, it's a must
Striker goes down, clutches chest
Wrong time to take a rest.
Striker stays down, breathless
Tears off his jersey, goes shirtless
Feels like tight bands around his chest, tightly gripping
Squeezing, almost choking.
Team mates run towards him
He struggles to breathe ; he can barely reply his team
Sweating, his voice, eerily musical, is croaked
He goes limp , the match is stopped.