Monsoon sessions:some sounds beneath some hopes

The Spin Doctors:

Lets spin.
Wheels turn indiscriminately, this is such a cliché that the circle bends only at places that you and I cannot see
You I cannot see. Nevertheless one is comforted by visions that stretch without paying heed to Euclid.
On the same spot till I m dizzy, Let’s spin
I have too much time
Spent
To spend.

Persistence:
Lets keep at it something usually creeps up beneath the chaos.
What sounds can I hear now?
Can I not write about flowers in full bloom?
Yes, I believe that it isn’t that easy
But one must keep at it, usually lilies creep beneath the dying and the dead.
Without alchohol:
Why do cities conspire?
Dry days in the midst of rain
I can no longer remember people whom I ought to remember,
now, here,
the years haven’t passed me by yet.
Still small tragedies affect
How deeply?
Like dry days in midst of rain and tiny conspiratorial cities sheltering hooded men whispering secretively.