The holy beer and a lonely bar

(a bar table

two bar chairs

two small heinekens

and an empty glass)

he say "hey chief...one heineken please".

Bar man say "sure sir...would u also like some nachos with cheeze".

"no thanks...only beer".

"sir u want it now or should we wait for your peers".

"no one is coming chief, dont you know its the festive day of the year".

"ok sir, here u go".

"can u just play a song having a rythm bit slow".

"sir..dont u like this one, its the in thing".

"no ....i just hate this ding ding".

"how was ur day sir, u dont look so good?".

"aah it was ok...i am just not in the mood".

"i am sure u r missing home this day".

(pause)

a thought in his mind, a smirk on his face

but nothing more, he could say

(blank)

after a while, he says,"bill please?".

bar man says,"just a minute sir".

"can u make it quick?".

"sure sir, here it is".

he gives the bill

finishes the last sip

take a deep breathe

get up walk to the door

before he could go out, the bar man just yells " Sir !"

he thought may be he left something there

he looks back at the barmen

barman with a smile on his face says," happy diwali".

surprised, he could just reply "thanks chief",

and walks out, closing the door

with a smile on his face :).

This is THE END , my only Friend THE END

The day starts with blue and misty sky.
I take the bus,
to the road , I always wanted to go by,
Reach the destination,
But seems like the real one has gone by,
Take slow steps to the office door,
Keep the pace slow and low,
Take my seat, open the laptop,
Just feeling my mind saying to me “please stop”,
Want to see my friends picture in the wallpaper,
But funny as it may sound, I haven’t got one to set,
I put my coverall and helmet on,
Along with the heavy steel shoes, as if I am from Alcatraz,
Work the whole day, like a humanoid,
Filling up the garbage, in the self made void,
Work ends; take the bus back to the base,
Get stuck in a jam, moving at a snail pace,
By the night fall when I reach my room,
The echoes say I am destined for doom,
Put on TV, to listen to some music,
But every song seems to say move it move it,
Open the fridge, get a beer,
Go out in the balcony; see the sky so clear,
Asking myself why I am like this, what is it that I fear?
After living a day full of lies,
Go to the bed and close my eyes,
Just with a hope of finding a true friend the next morning,
Who will call and wake me up and say,
“get up dude, It’s not Sunday morning”.