No single day of his was same
I know he wouldn’t risk it.
He spends his nights in window bays
Around San Francisco.
A foot and inch to rest his head.
For feet just seven inches.
His life has taken twist and bend,
Which would a lot leave speechless.
Sometimes he gets some chance to sleep,
But often robbed and bitten.
The window bays are never deep
Enough to keep the heat in.
It has to be an early start,
Before the shop would open.
A run to gentleman’s at Bart
To fill his flask with water.
All day along in search of food,
Short rest beneath an oak tree.
And nothing could affect his mood,
A maverick from Berkeley.

The spring has outbursted
And charges all the way.
There was a stop in Austin,
DC, Charlotte, LA.
Few nights, few flights to follow,
No plans to be destroyed.
Few zones, few states and boroughs,
To finish in Detroit.
The trip is almost over,
The mission is complete.
Some tea with leaves of clover
And time to hit the street.
The final preparations
And time to say good bye,
Proceed with registration,
Embarking on red eye.
A flight across the ocean,
To East, from dusk to dawn.
The positive emotions,
The road that brings us home.
The spring was long-awaited
The Union’s in bloom.
We hope to see you later,
We hope to see you soon.

A Texan girl from Austin
I met the other day.
She stood behind a poster
In Radisson hotel.
I don’t know what had brought her,
What she was there for.
Assisted by a porter,
Was entering the door.
She was so much flamboyant,
Exquisite and so chic.
Her haircut was boyish,
With accent on her cheeks.
It felt to be unreal,
As if I was a dream.
A true attention stealer.
Unparalleled would seem.
She came like a disaster,
Amidst a busy day.
I wish I dared to ask her
Out on a blind date.
I wish I was self bolstered
Before it was too late.
A Texan girl from Austin…
My heart went up a rate.

She wins with ease and rocks the score,
Advantage is so huge.
Oh, what a perfect dress she wore
Of deepest turquoise hue.
One final touch and move of hand
To fix her silky hair.
Oh, what a shine of diamond band
Fills room with light and air.
Her hair flows like waterfall,
That pours upon her shoulders.
Oh, what a perfect match she forms
All marshalled in a joinder.
All mixed and matched from head to toes,
Complete is her ensemble.
And that’s the way the story goes,
She never falls or stumbles.
So much it is for us, we claim,
Unusual and rare.
For her it’s just another day,
She doesn’t really care.

When life is totally a mess
And blown is everything,
The ignorant are truly blessed
As never care to think.
Inquisitiveness’s lost and gone
And knowledge is an onus.
Are daft enough to have a go,
Nescience is a bonus.
No need to strategise and plan
And put those plans to action.
The shorter is attention span,
The deeper’s satisfaction.
Where serendipity occurs
With such a rare pattern
Awareness can be a curse,
No need for it to happen.
When life’s entirely a blow
And there’s no single chance,
The ignorant will run the show
With proper winner stance.

Is a comedian,
Acts like an idiot,
Boring and tedious,
Fool he is not.
Running in circles,
Nothing is certain,
Life is a circus,
Tangled in knots.
All ups and downs
Good for the clowns,
Always in town,
Stealing the show.
Fair and candid
Never demanded,
What is behind it
You never know.
Obey and administer,
Evil and sinister,
Parish and minister
All are the same.
Shameless and cynical,
That is so typical.
Longing for miracle,
All is in vain.