I was a nervous fist timer
for him its just another day;
He came with me on a half day
Its just bizarre on a hot midday.
Its a panicday in my officedesk
Nothing less, a chaos in my room too.
His hips wrapped in a elegant green
rung a bell of of some green apples.
He had a rasburry bro and an orangy sis,
Sure i will miss them tonight.
i drive him home in my Rx 100
driving seems hushy with him.
Amma told to keep him out,
ah hell,i am bored of 'good boy' hype.
I called on three of his dizzy friends,
one was chill another plain and third
oh dear lord ,i dont remember.
they dreamt a lot about all the unknown,
my room turned to be full of gurus
they took me to lighthouse,to engines to fields
to graveyards of sin and to the sandystorms
All of them i saw in my own room,
felt through their blood and body.
I dropped him near the light house ,late night
hoped he cant find ma room again
i said no sorry,neither i was But
kissed him when a goodbye was told
he knocked my room many a times later ,
now i know , he can find ma room everagain
He do it all, for a mayhem
And thats what i ,am for him.
