Shameless Broadcast of a Road Trip-10

Four or five brothers, some squatting on the wall,

some lazing on the cot.

They smoke endless bidis,

grin for their brother I have brought back somehow,

faster than the mobile phone they agree now.

Great food full of love and family,

then the great perpetual borewell,

along comes biking a friend looks a local biker,

crazy landlord now also a bootlegger.

Soon becomes a great friend of mine,

treats me like a king brother serves salad, wine,

and his connections, and slaves squatting,

some trying to connect, some can’t comprehend.

Also a bank which will give has its loan officer,

asks for such plenty signatures, says,

no need to read, thumb signs will do,

will make a good loot of acres.

The squatting grinners, for them it is all a game,

a feet above is the better of them believes in shame,

alcohol cannot escape so along is a loan retriever,

to show it’s really only a gamer.

The heat is strong, sleep is all we should do,

preferably like this, all the while, under the tree,

the fresh air is look so natural so addictive,

no chemical all organic,

Nah! not my cup of tea,

you have it, I have to leave now,

Time it is to me. Space it’s unto you.

Shameless Broadcast of a Road Trip-9

The car is rolling,

so is the whiskey.

On the four lane highway,

I need only one to swivel,

home ground sir your ground my ground sir,

Banaskantha district is all ours and it is here,

crowded toll gate it is right now,

don’t pay this time make the road clear.

Sandy it still remains,

green taking over dry blue skies,

take this side road for my house,

a few miles then there’s food,

only bajra ka rotla, plus ghee, no rice,

that’s okay and it’s nice,

but need to pee sahib,

so stop here very moment on this aisle.

Dear turban ragged sir how are you,

hold my whiskey bottle please for a while,

while I pee on a discarded hut now left to grim,

and relief gives power to observe,

green land, bungalow, factory, and such prosperity so trim,

my view belongs to me not him,

he drank all my bottle and returned a grin,

sweaty feet mine, and whole of his body too,

not yours dude?

No sahib, been just walking by,

to my village nearby,

give me lift sir I live at the close sight,

a small village somewhere inside this road you are going by,

no sorry, we are late plus you drank my whiskey all,

not left a drop for me so good bye,

Time is to me. Space it’s unto you.