Thursday, January 20, 2011

We two stood outside

We two stood outside,
Almost every wednesday night.
We traveled miles and waited hours,
To go inside.

He had a will, I had a drive,
We bragged and begged as if for life,
Till we got inside.

We talked and stalked, 
Often they got irked,
But every time, we made it inside. 

The cars drove in and parked, 
We often felt shattered.
But we knew what is was
Once we made it inside. 

I got smoke, he got nothing,
I loved them, he loved the feeling.
So we dared to get in.

We dished out some bucks,
To forget how life sucks.
We didnt think twice,
Of any virtue or of vice.

We saw them getting in the groove,
But we were still on the move.
We got our pints,
We freed our minds.

Sometimes, we would hit on,
But ended up like morons.
Sometimes when we made a pass,
It was fun, totally kick-ass.

We lived the hours in jest,
We forgot about the rest.
Never did we revive, all that
Which lay outside. 

Every time we got branded,
Also sometimes offended,
But still we thrived
To get inside.
Drunk as we would be,
We would come out and see,
The different reality outside.

Somehow we would come back,
To our desolate barrack.
Gorge on the dull tiffin,
And quietly to bed, we would get in.

Every Thursday, 
Would be a proud day,
When we would have something to say,
How inside we made our way.

Thursday, our eyes remained red,
Aching, would be our heads,
Still we stared at the desktop screen,
But what a feeling within.

We lived for the moments,
We dreamt despite the torments,
We knew everything aside,
What fun it was inside.


  1. Beautiful man ..!! so proud of on ur writing ..

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  3. some day people will say olive sen ki poems padhi hai... rajesh gupta to ye padh ke dusra pondy incident karne ko tayar hoga :P

  4. are hijad abhi bhi aisa hi hai bhai hyderabad jaak ebhi kuch nahi ukhdaaa

  5. olive n prad;) ki zindagi ki kahani usi ki zubaani....well written:) cheerz