Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Air-born?

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

5 comments:

anocturne said...

your concluding stanza is, as usual, a knockout.

Vi said...

Hope the destination's fun.

Anonymous said...

Is that how many frequent flier miles you have :)

Niranjan said...

Getting there is half the fun, as the idiom goes. Nice one!

Parth said...

@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