I slept for long, it seems
- As I woke up this morning
- And I stretched my hands for her,
- I found the pillows alone,
- One night stand was over!
I slept for long, it seems
- She woke up before I did
- And she left before dawn,
- I could still hear her moans around me
- Her smell was not yet gone.
I slept for long, I feel
- When I look around my room
- The last night flashed in my head,
- I saw the moon in my arms
- In the comfort of my bed.
I slept for long, I knew
- When I rubbed my eyes and sat up
- And my gaze rummaged around,
- I see my kingdom as it was
- But my queen was not to be found.
I slept for long, I’m afraid
- I found a note, she left
- On a beautiful pink paper, it says
- “Good Morning, my honeycomb,
- “Welcome to the world of AIDS!”
Its just a month left, for the World (anti) AIDS day. This thought came to me while I used to travel from Bangalore to Chennai, in night buses. I used to get both male and female seat-mates and there were instances when I prevented myself from getting carried away. Well, I did that fine, I know. But, the thought remained. Would have written it long ago – but its never so far from where you are … so, here it is!
- As I woke up this morning
- And I stretched my hands for her,
- I found the pillows alone,
- One night stand was over!
I slept for long, it seems
- She woke up before I did
- And she left before dawn,
- I could still hear her moans around me
- Her smell was not yet gone.
I slept for long, I feel
- When I look around my room
- The last night flashed in my head,
- I saw the moon in my arms
- In the comfort of my bed.
I slept for long, I knew
- When I rubbed my eyes and sat up
- And my gaze rummaged around,
- I see my kingdom as it was
- But my queen was not to be found.
I slept for long, I’m afraid
- I found a note, she left
- On a beautiful pink paper, it says
- “Good Morning, my honeycomb,
- “Welcome to the world of AIDS!”
Its just a month left, for the World (anti) AIDS day. This thought came to me while I used to travel from Bangalore to Chennai, in night buses. I used to get both male and female seat-mates and there were instances when I prevented myself from getting carried away. Well, I did that fine, I know. But, the thought remained. Would have written it long ago – but its never so far from where you are … so, here it is!
i was pretty angry with the poem initially till i saw the end....good one!!!
ReplyDeleteAngry? For what? Because I woke up late?? Well, I was angry with myself too :P (The poet)
ReplyDeleteread this post of yours in your site..:)
ReplyDeleteTan? is doing some marathan writing?
ahmmm...marathon not maratan!
:)
read a similar story somewhere .. but this poem was well crafted ...
ReplyDeletei liked the poem really nice!
ReplyDeleteI also read such stories and a few of them were real too, as they were shown on our New Channels... I was always afraid of it and whenever I travel in buses or in trains or in any such public transport, I always have it in the back of my mind - I know, I should not be scared of it, but then, if there is someone who actually want to spread such diseases in such modes we JUST CANT DO ANYTHING!!
ReplyDeleteThat.......scares me!!
well written
ReplyDeletei have heard of many such instances also....saddists who wanna communicate this disease
dis really goood one..I was abt to drop comment at d frst no. but I got busyy....very nice tan..
ReplyDeleteHope the message is sent...
ReplyDeletewow..i am shocked...you guys are saying...
ReplyDeletethis really happens?
i had not know that...i am shocked beyond words..
nice one, tan dada... very meaningful message!!! especially liked the king and queen part... and the last stanza was outstanding!!! great work!!
ReplyDelete:P Thanks Mona :)
ReplyDeleteWoah..woah..! Welcome to world of Aids..!
ReplyDeleteNow thats a bummer..!
;)
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