Monday, June 07, 2010

Wasted on the shores

Rivers don't meet me now
It's the sun and the sand part II
No, I am not the desert, stupid!
I am just empty
With the price hike, it was difficult for me
To decide what to do first, where to go first
Believe me, I am just empty
These are no poet's tears rolling
Just a dry throat and a hoarse voice following
The call centre lady didn't like it nor the PR girl
I feel like screaming at the top of my whispering tone
My room mate snoring slowly, turning in his sleep
Where's the voice?
It's gone to the Old India
I heard they are bailing those who don't want to be
And leaving behind those who seriously want to
I am empty darling
I am broke
Believe me, they did bail some of them
Please bail me,
But will that help?
With miles to go and just a gallon
Tch... BP!