Company

3rd September 2004

This cool dusk post monsoon,

I wish for company, really soon

I can't sit still and watch the moon

For lonliness lays me a loon.

Every evening this does happen

My concentration does slacken

Saturation with books reflects on my looks

My nose alert to what elsewhere cooks.

Yet my conscience it presses

Due to various sorts of stresses

Work I must in excesses

For acaedemic grade muscle flexes.

But Company I crave

Be it a Saint or a knave

I do not rant and rave

Why must this evening be grave?

I might fancy a lover

Be it Preity or another

Spending time is all the matter

But let it be meaningful

It makes the interest fatter.

Still, there is literature

Way appealing than viral nomenclature

Though its quality could a be fixture

Books provide company I believe

Alas! The sort I wish to leave

It had best be a friend

Conversation with whom would have no end

For him, my schedule I'm willing to bend

Or better still, time suspend

For the while my pen sufficed

Kept me warm, not a nerve iced

But the ultimate company, I've realised

Is me, myself, the solitude from paradise.

This poem was written in tense times when my future was fairly uncertain and dangling in front of me.