Stolen glances
missing beats
those translucent
moments, porous
breaths evaporated
in cheap sooty puffs
of gas-station
cigarettes, lungs
choked of highway
psychedelics, motel
caffeine to measure
vaccant hours of
your casual neglect,
I measure from
puff to puff,
smoke to smoke
and make most of
those empty
hours, all while
gazing at your
sinful lips,
marveling the
arched Sicilian
nose where rests
that snobbish
indifference…
Trudging through the still corridors
An eerie silence filled the hollow air
Empty classrooms, phantom voices
Spotted the broken corner seat,
My permanent abode once, it
Still bears the marks of my shrine
Disinterested drew rough images
Wrote long verses on insignificant life
Cold stares of teachers who never care
One Ms. A always looked disparagingly
A look of disdain, threw the poetry book
On my face, a roar of laughter around
Now as I walk heavily through the grim
Cubicles, the quiet hallway, in retrospect
I Realize, the true cause of feelings,
Suppressed inside me for decades
The silent rebel in me took birth in these
Grey dull classrooms, devoid of any
Human touch, an insurgent, exiled in
My body, a non existent blob of flesh
A faceless creature lost in the sea of
Students called only by roll number five
Humiliated by such an indifferent education
I vowed never to return back .
