Talkative Strangers

>> Tuesday, July 29, 2008

He’s lying here next to me.

His parents might just barge in.
Or they’ll just be glad they had him insured.

Maybe a truck hit him.
Or a freak cricket ball.
He might have just ignored the instructions by the quack.
Maybe his bastard son decided to drop in and say Hi. For the first time.

He might have been planning a picnic next month. Kids, pretty wife, ugly pug, SUV et al.
Could have been too freaking high.
Might have been envying the girl on a guys arm.

So, what did he have for dinner?
Khichdi?
Wine and Caviar?
1 ½ egg sandwiches?
A banana and a glass of milk?

Perhaps he was watching a boring soap on TV before that.
Or was at the movies with friends.
Or struggling to scratch his nose in the sardined train.

Maybe he was saving countless lives with his doctoral skills.
Or smoking off RichDaddy’s money.
He just might have discovered the solution for an alternative fuel.

Might be a Sagittarian.
Agnostic.
Billionaire.
Masochistic Paedophile.

55?
27?
63?
20 years, 11 months and 364 days?
Birthday boy?

His name might be Arun.
Albert.
Abul.
Chinkabawook.

A gazillion thoughts must be flooding his bewildered mind right now.
The Last One being why he’s lying next to me in the morgue.

6 comments:

Bhaskar Pitla August 11, 2008 at 5:48 AM  

Oh..did u put bullet through his head..? Its a bit diff from the rest of your stuff(the line brks), yet its got a bit of you in there. Reads like a rant...could be a performance piece.

Ahd hey..what abt somthin mellow..ha

Nupur September 8, 2008 at 11:59 AM  

I loved the piece!! Wonderful!!

Blueberry Gumlin :D November 5, 2008 at 6:15 AM  
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Unknown November 6, 2008 at 10:17 AM  

Nice..... Was wondering what the poem say's..... Wondering to know what are you trying to tell.... and all of it is answered in the last line... Good one...

Aanchal December 13, 2008 at 10:04 AM  

freak!i had gooseflesh!

Da Rodent May 10, 2009 at 7:09 PM  

Aw.. dark... :)