Shameless Broadcast of a Road Trip-4

Let us take a break sir it has been a while,

ok, soon, as soon as we find something worthwhile, 

then a few miles down the aisle,

on left looks a resort built on tile,

but turns out college one of the pile,

nothing in there sir looks like empty mile.

Outside is better, there is Parle-g and Bristile,

frown is his look the student child,

says he is a local goon but likes our style,

offers his pocket in exchange for what he says has been a good while,

also representing enterprising kaka hangin on his small stile,

all are reasonable with the things they own,

they

ask where you from and where do you rush to in this style,

I say, Delhi, because,

Time is to me. Space it’s unto you.

Shameless Broadcast of a Road Trip-3

The Banas king waiting outside said coffee will be fine,

for I don’t drink either whisky nor chai.

The two shots’d already given me a nice high,

crazy villager I thought would not recognize,

but he did not drink the cup I said was chai.

Never mind the road is smooth,

The hard working chief’s gift,

He calls it’s for you, your brothers,

the state the whole nation.

Rather anyone I am so open,

so come out in the open,

the road all yours,

walk, sit on it, buy a car if you can,

but Banas king has some other notions,

sees beautiful girls asking for lift,

give them sahib if you can,

Can’t, I said my friend,

This is Mehsana and there are too many of them,

and,

Time is to me. Space it’s unto you.