she is a woman, a pride

her eyes are ocean, hypnotising and humble
heart stops at every gaze, mysterious yet hurt

I reach out for her
she is a woman, a pride
I fall into a hall of shame
wipe off my guilt and walk towards her
her intense deep eyes rests and tricks me in never ending game

the flame erupts and I hesitate
scream and gobble a anger

she is a woman, a pride
a valley of love, a valley of hurt
heart stops at every gaze, mysterious yet hurt

I call for truce, but she is in the veil
breeze stiffens and I hesitate
she stole my heart but why does it stop?

I wail a soft cry
she appears distinct, she appears gloomy
I wail for attention,
she appears distinct, she appears unawares
I give up, I soothe the pain
she turns her pity best
she smiles and my heart rests.

An interview with a Drug Addict

     Traveling in the rusty old bus in the street of the city, I chanced upon stumbling with a scrawny self proclaimed old hippie urchin. He claimed he was a drug addict on the very first introduction and seemed unabashedly unashamed. He sat next to me and jumped to initiate a conversation. Some of the excerpts of the conversation are as follows:

Drug Addict: Can I sit here?
Me: Sure, the whole seat is empty.
Drug Addict: Cool.
Two minutes pass, where I am busy fiddling with my cell phone.
Drug Addict: You know I am a drug addict.
Me: Uh..
Drug Addict: Its a long story.
Me: Uh..
Drug Addict: You know I am going to ___(Mentions some Rehab facility).
Me:Uh..
Drug Addict: Where are you from?
Me: Bombay.
Drug Addict: So how did you land up here?
Me: karma.
Durg Addict: *hysterically laughs*
Me: Uh..
Drug Addict: What are you doing here?
Me: I guess, traveling.
Drug Addict: Cool. You know there people consider us as filths.
Me: *True dat*. I guess.
Drug Addict: Its a long story. I am a fucking mess. I am trying to be on my feet.
Me: *No answer*.
He goes on.
Drug Addict: My Dad was a brilliant scientist. But my parents got murdered.
Me: Cool.
Drug Addict: I come from Delhi and I am a fucking mess.
Me: *I know that already*.
Drug Addict: Forgive my odour of alcohol as I cant help it.
Me: It's cool. It's cool.
*A passenger sits in between us. My eyes are elated*
Drug Addict: *To the passenger* Can we exchange seats, Sir.
Poor passenger: *looks at him and gets the smell*.
The passenger leaves the bus.
Drug Addict: So where were we? I like to be on O.P and Dream gun.
Me: Cool.
Drug Addict: I wish to stop. But I cant.
Me: All you have to do is believe.
*I curse my senti feeling*.
Drug Addict: I went to Delhi the other day and I got acquainted with syringes and hash. Great fun.
Me: Sure thing.
Drug Addict: I am unemployed and need a job.
*As if I am the job dealer*
Me: Uh..
Drug Addict: Can you proivde me a job.
Me: Actually I was about to ask you.
Drug Addict: *laughs hysterically and then coughs hysterically*.
Me: You okay?
Drug Addict: I am just okay. I just need some pot.
Me: Oh okay.
Three minutes pass with no interruptions. I bless the time.
Drug Addict: So, there is a ground nearby. Want to smoke?
Me: *I look at him. 1. Smells. 2. Infected* No thanks.
Drug Addict: I love weed.
Me: Me too.
Drug Addict: But I am an addict.
Me: Uh..
Drug Addict: Can you give me some cash for a beedi?
Me: But you are an addict.
Drug Addict: Yeah. Can you give me some cash for a beedi?
Me:But you are an addict.
Drug Addict: I want to stop it.
A minute passes.
Drug Addict: So where you off to.
Me: *Mentions the destination*.
Drug Addict: I am going to the rehad clinic. So can you give me some cash for a beedi?
Me: *starts to leave*.
Drug Addict: Dude, your stop hasn't come. It is supposed to be mine.

Moral of the story: Talk to a Drug Addict if you wish to get down at a different stop.