American Dream

Born to a mother
Who resisted the urge to abort me

Or drink or do drugs
And a dad who resisted the urge to be a dad

School was fun
Baby sitters were so-so

High School was about
Hooking up and looking up

Studied for SAT
Went to a fraternity

4 years later and I am in oh its okay Debt
Who cares for the fucking communists, I got snow in the drive

Dating gets serious,
I get more debt

Debt, Debt, Debt, Debt, Debt
Car, Marriage, Mortgage, Kid, Renovation

Prevents us from going off
On an edge and keeping the system alive

God forbid we fall sick
We work so hard to pay the insurance payments

Pamper the kids only to watch them go
Old age no one calls, but what did you know

Now in my old age home, as I wait
for my kidneys to pump on

Hey Kid, You heard ,American Dream, like that old song
That’s right, eyes open, the opium we dreamed on

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I slept sixteen hours
wrote five pages on my book
Went through- oh a gazillion emails
replying to the ones who would not wait
And still found time to

write three poems
call two friends
do one errand
Not bad this day’s Productivity
If measured Quantitatively

But were the poems good
Did the emails get me some money
Did I finish my errand
Will my book be read
Well, Watch this space.


Happiness to a Bi-Polar

Happiness to a Bi-Polar
spicy peanuts, a cold soda,
a nice movie, a note from a friend
street food , and some Phil Collins

Sadness to a Bi-Polar
too spicy peanuts, a cold soda but not beer,
a nice but long movie, a note from a friend but no visit
too spicy street food , and some Phil Collins but oh no he retired


Some Juice

I wake up
I go through my emails
I go through my daily hygiene

Breakfast in bed
Personal Attendant
Yes I was born pampered

I take a walk
These knees have played enough football
I need the walk to stay fit

I listen to music on my Ipod
And thank again the Gods
Who create beautiful technology

I socialize but virtually
I hustle for work
I write my poem, article and my long neglected book

I eat
I eat less than my old mother wants me to eat
Some days she nags me enough to go to a cafe and I write

I have a room in the pretty part of town
I go there thrice a week
Just to ogle at things I dont need or want to buy

When younger I wanted them all
But had no money

When I have the money
I lost my appetite

I don’t date I am still healing from my divorce last year
But I am trying to bounce back atleast online
I go to Quora and I answer a few questions

I read Quora, I interact on Facebook
I tweet on Twitter, I mingle on LinkedIn
This is my life and it has kept me alive till today

Who are you to say
Go out and talk with pretty women with your dimpled chin
Go out and earn big money with your big brain

I read, I write, I surf, I eat, I sleep
That is all I do these days
Hoping to squeeze some more juice out of this life


Beautiful Life

Life is so beautiful
It is almost sad to say
We don’t know what we have been doing
Until it’s time to go away

We don’t know who our friends were
Till we blew all our money away
We didn’t know who were just pretending to be
Until it was too late to say

We missed our loved ones but only when they were gone
We wished we could go back to the times But when there we were always forlorn
That is life and that was us
Still no pity party life was all a plus

And if we had to come back
And live it all the same way
We would readily agree wouldn’t we
Because life is beautiful to share