HotWheels

Life.
Like hotwheels.
Like hot , like wheels ,
thrumming all thermostatics,
Rolls on.And on.

An engine not-seen
does not make an engine not-been.

Temperatures outsoaring
and a break at a peak.
Then Bleak . Bleak. Bleak.
Mere Vaccum.

So , must there be a break
before the vaccum ,
atleast Once.
To binge on some beer
with friends ,
with the ones you love ,
and the ones who love you.

And let this break be the only
thirst-burst to your scorching soul.
For , when mugs go all toasts
to you ,
the sound of cheers
and the smell of beers
reeking on the highway
is the perfume of life
well lived
well loved
by the ones you loved
and the ones that loved.

Godspeed my Friend.
On a Farewell
as this.
Well lived !
Godspeed .....

Swati Tempta

1st Day of June 2010

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Dear Cocaine Man

“Hey Mr. Cocaine Man
gimme that lingered thought
gimme that hallucination.
If peace be in a drug called love
then let it be my salvation.

When pieces come not peace
from people I love and know
and want to keep.
Then gimme that sniff
that pensive sleep
to let go of this situation………….”

……..is what I’d have said to you , O dear Cocaine Man ,
were I a jukebox that plays and plays until it’s tired of its own make.
And would thus love to break.

But as I ask you for cocaine and
escape and obsession
in the form of matter of this civilization
let it be dear Cocaine man -
the matter be what matter.
And what matter be just matter.
For it’s all matter in the end.

Many days could have been.
Especially the ones gone unseen.

Let this dizziness blade my senses
for sometimes the fear is an awakening
that fences
more fear.
I know I would smile for this haze
Down my material being of maze.

O dear Cocaine Man
Who’ll save you from you ?
O dear Cocaine Man
The sun’s going down
Tell me ……Who are you ?

If Cocaine could save me hearts
Why would I be able to think and scribble ?
Ever thought ?
Just think for a while or detest
Take my smile to cover the rest.

Swati Tempta

20th Day of May 2010