New Terrace, new street ,new lamp posts, ..they might take time to be friends with me. But I am sure they will be my friends ..I know they like me watching them.The place is airport road, I dont know the street name, I hope the street doesnt mind.
Standing on the balcony ,looking at the clouds gives me a urge to write again.So I get the bean bag and sit my just gained butt on it and start writing,offcourse beer and cigarettee are my companions. In background is the saviour, VH1. In foreground is is the neverending silver clouds. I just love them.Ya I do. Seems as if the smoke from my cigarettee wants to say hello to those heavenly coluds too. And here they go.. I see the smoke disappear in the coulds ,Lucky smoke . The wind sometimes goes against me .Though it has beene my friend for long. I dont mind. I know it will come to me in the end. Only complain I have from the wind is , it never makes me see what it seees. Though it promised me but never kept it.But I still love the wind blowing arond me now. keeeping me just so kicking.I love it. Leme kiss my beeer or it might get jealous.
Sab ka khayal rakhna padta hai..
The smoke is now dancing on the beats from the background music.I like when all of these elements are in harmony.Seems the coconut trees wants some attention too. Long ,dumb , stupid element. But they know I love them too.Coz when there is no music in the background they play music for me. And thats so soothing ,at times better than all the sound I have ever heard. They will stand no matter wht , no matter if I dont appreciate them. No matter I take them for granted.But they will give me what I need, when I need.
And I think I need sleeep now..
Bye bye .
