slow life..bring on

The paperbacks bargain weighed in sly
Disregarded shock of delight when he told the rate
Book of slang...haggled as I leafed the pages
He could not dabble and left...
Bombay book and tea stalls amuse me
The tantalizing sirens freaks me off
Trolling by the whorls of cars and plumes
The vultured eye or cosmopolitan peacocks
I detest all..
Marbled washrooms or trudging down the malls
Everyone is so plastics..All pashed sex garage machines.
That mascara hides her pristine crafts
Sprung camaraderie, same fabric talks among friends
oh i am bored..
this flickering cities photographs invites me to a state of turbulence
lonesome, shy and flipped
Whipping up drinks from last night vodka bottle
Farcical voices and cryptic trem of my guitar vibrato
Ride bareback and listen ..
listen to the feral shrieks inside me
want to return and compose some pastiche
jocund and carousels of children’s play
watching at the evenings dying brimmed up sun
rummaging and hunching over the ally of absolute solitude
Webs of intractable anguish triggers
uff I geez
Giggling girlie talks and paltry glances
My odes to this city life ugliness.