The voices sound altered
Like in the commercials
A bit too happy, a bit too loud
Resonating to a constant hum
A child wails in his mother’s arm
Solitaire being played on a work laptop
Plastic smiles on the face of the hostess
A Sudoku puzzle someone abandoned midway
The microcosm travels with its inmates
On two wings and jet fuel
Six hundred and thirty eight
Frequent flier miles away
An attempt to capture the essence of my thoughts and put them in bearable prose, or worse (as the unimaginative pun indicates). Not too different from my scribbles on paper, only a lot more legible.
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- Father. Writer. Quizzer. Movie geek. Software guy. Music lover. Cricket follower. Dessert consumer.... You get the drift. The whole is the sum of all Parths. Author of 'r2i dreams'. Join the conversation at https://www.facebook.com/r2idreams
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5 comments:
your concluding stanza is, as usual, a knockout.
Hope the destination's fun.
Is that how many frequent flier miles you have :)
Getting there is half the fun, as the idiom goes. Nice one!
@Anoc, Niranjan: Thanks :-)
@Vi: It was, and I am glad about that.
@Shreemoyee: Don't remind me. I have been rotten with keeping that up
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