MONDAY MORNING REDS

woke up late
did a 3 min getting ready stunt
the brush teeth - swallow coffee - drag on dockers and first shirt in sight grab hair brush - run kind
mad ness at work
status on new project - oncall reports - old project err debug
itna kyun log halla karte hain office mein?
how am I suppose to write weird code & compose convoluted logic in the hulla :(

SHADOWS
i close each hand and make a fist
my nails dig into my palms

i close my eyes and push in my fists
and stare into the dark

in the black corridors
i see shapes begin to form

i see something that might be you
moving in the dark

u turn around and hold out ur arms
i gasp in shock and begin to run

i open my eyes and get lost again
in the vagueness of the light

through the day a 56 times
i think of something to tell u or ask

through the night 38 times
i turn in my bed to find u

then i remember ... and im surprised i remember.
it was so long ago

its all past and forgotten now
yet a echo still remains ...

just a hollow sound ringing across deserted rocks & the sea
two ghost voices calling out to each other as they run across the beach

and laughing and breathing quicker than before.
the sound an echo, of a ghost, of a memory, of a dream of what could have been.

a hollow cosy nook in the dim mellow late afternoon light
nothing that was. or would have been. or would be ... just could have been ... so much.