days (years), events, tears, have buried you
silence & finding meaning your home
and i will not come to give you a shoulder
for we are all on the same ship, soldier.
you do not need me anymore
just wanting to be heard but not finding the words
lost at parties, bored at book clubs
everyone is waiting for their turn to talk
no ears; drugs & alcohol cannot save us
we have been betrayed by the generation before us
cradling on a bed filled with thumbtacks
dancing to a tune that no one recognises
living our lives out, one burst of anger/cry/wail/laughter/death at a time
running on a well built block of tar to reach our office
roads; whose only objective now is to make sure you reach on time (or early)
roads; that have forgotten that once they were used for journeys
roads; that do not lead to destinations now, just pit stops.
roads; that do not answer back anymore to the lonesome calls of camaraderie.
roads; that have forgotten the way to home.
मंच 