I think this might be more in the doggerel line:- Long time no see not to be seen Arre my good friend where you been? Calling in office calling in home Without no telling where you roam? Aiyo, Here he comes! What do I do? How do I tell him that I have been Avoiding the very sight of you? And hell! I cannot even be mean! What you doing nowadays bhai? You will say been busy, I know. But never busy for cutting chai It good for you I telling so. How do I tell him I hate cutting tea And the waste of time that it entails? The office brew's good enough for me But let's not go into the details. Went to college together, man And doing job in office nearby But catching you I never can Why avoiding me, tell me why? Should I really tell him what I think Of his manners and his behaviour? That I'm the one paying for his drink, Ever since the days of St. Xavier? Do I tell him I don't like it when He mooches money on this or that Silly pretext and then asks again, But never retu...
The message is supreme;
Born in the heart,
and lilting itself
from tongue to tongue,
throwing its scent
over wind and wave;
travelling on dots
or fingers
when blindness
or silence bar its way.
It hews itself into stone
or burns itself onto magnetic discs;
it is the message that lives
and I exist
solely to pass it on.