I stumble in
‘Tim – where you been?’
I’ll been driving ’round
with my closest friend.
‘Are you insane?
You have not a friend.
Unless you are counting
that gin labeled grin.’
What’s wrong with counting
my grin as a friend?
At least there’s no texting
to pacify sins.
‘Is that why you texted:
Irl bee ohm bhy tehn.
Don tro wayde dinner
nor worry about Bids.?’ -*
(la la ing)
Why do you love me
like I am your child?
My dreams are ugly
as man contrived sound.
Sunlight ignores me
like I am a cloud,
whose fallen too closely
in league with the ground.
You crawl above me
and call out a name.
Hey that’s my name.
I look around.
- - Bids is a nickname for our cat, Katherine Hepburn.
Aww, poor Katie. My two favorite lines are:
What’s wrong with counting
my grin as a friend?
“Parde ke girte hii parde ke uTHte hii
badlaa nahii.n jo badal sakta hai
yeh ki kachchaa nahii.n kuchh bhii pakka nahii.n
kuchh bhii hota hai jo kuchh bhii sab khel hai” – Koi… Mil Gaya
Poor Katie?
Talk about a cat in the catbird seat (wiki that term). She is popular, well-fed, and adored worlds over.
You already explained that term to me last year, dad :P
“Parde ke girte hii parde ke uTHte hii
badlaa nahii.n jo badal sakta hai
yeh ki kachchaa nahii.n kuchh bhii pakka nahii.n
kuchh bhii hota hai jo kuchh bhii sab khel hai” – Koi… Mil Gaya