A hot day at kanpur

its a saturday....april the 9th,i start my days with the daily dose of scrubs followed by a few hours of sleep.......which althogh well earned is disastrously disturbed by the sudden power failure which engulfs most of the campus......the outside temp seems to be about 42 and i am really getting irritated.....i really wanted to escape to RAVE,do a bit of shopping...by a few tshirts and shirts(i think i need a few more in my wardrobe)but without company i really dont feel motivated enough.....

i sit by the fire all alone,
staring at the open sky lit by innumerable lights,
my starving body aches and cries,
but my spirit is still fresh and flies,

reeking windows,shattering panes,
all those noises in the background
a lonely hnunter finds tracks on this way,
he kisses the ground and bades it wiht fray

these lines mean no sense to me,
they are without a purpose,
all they succecced in bringing out,
is the boredom that i have bestoned.

the ancient rimes of the holy flower,
the long lived days to fruit,
the diminidhing curved sloping power,
the crooked nose to the brute.

surprisingly these lines i say,
have made me laugh and smile,
i no longer feel like repperting life,
my inner so deep and sterile.

how innocent these feelings seem,
i want them the way the used to be,
the shrewdness and sly self in me,