And what are you looking at mister ?
You can have what you see,
I just want something in return now.
But how will you, in your uninviting posture,
And your careless luggage
Give me what I demand ?
You are all igniting and covered,
In a game of barter.
Hurry, only three stations left now
And the people few.
Visibility now easily piercing
Through legs and crotches.
Drifting to the farthest end of the coach.
All movements and hands easily tracable.
Give to me what I want.
For I let so many pass
So many who came that close.
Im being practical now.
Mark me and give me a hasty memory
Or an embossed impression atleast.
Relate to me and hear me right
Come to me.
I order.
I plead.

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Clouds, stars, lousy humans and romantic bugs, mushrooms and starfish are what I write about. These verses are fantastical dreams and twisted realities. A rich broth of many secrets, some as is and some tempered with. Be cautious before tasting.
Mayank Bisht

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