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Right Or Wrong

I am right You are wrong I am out of sight You always got the right song I am up for the fight While you sit tight Yes you are right Cause none of them know  What's going on I am not saying I am right What's right or wrong When death happens When eye dampens When truth sinks onto you When lies surfaces up When try gives up I am wrong Why so? I told you so That's why I know how so That's why Sometimes eyes are looking But blind Because they want to find What's in their mind Am I right? I am evil My mouth is venomous  So I was told I am cold not courteous  I bite  When I hiss Then don't piss  Where you are cordially invited That's getting dark Yes that's my spark I don't cry And then laugh amidst crowd Feeling proud Of a rotten kid Who couldn't smell a dying truth Beneath a nascent vermouth  I don't cry  I don't sob I don't show the mob That I am missing a door knob I have no fear at all I have lost a battle That I didn't get to win...

Scooter Rides

 Feet would float,

Music would stride,

Singing while flying...

In my father's scooter..

That glides...


Standing upright,

Right next to the headlights,

Gripping the lights tighter,

While feeling lighter,

As the twists and turns,

Went out of sight...

Like the arms of a wounded fighter..


Family of four,

In a wheel of three,

A picnic, a restaurant or a department store,

In the marching spree,

While I felt free,

Stalled at my scooter's best seat..

Sneaking a treat,

Or smirking a fleet..

Make way for the horn,

For here comes the feeling 

To experience which you were born...




Holding onto a wedding gift,

Or a toy to play,

there was always plenty of room to stay,

Afternoons pretending to ride,

Friends coming over to stand beside,

Catching a nap,

Or hidden behind soothing a bumpy trap,

Always doing what's told,

Striking that bold look,

Aced that sturdy equalizer..


I grew tall

but dad never made the call

for me to take the back seat,

as he knew I loved the streets from the front row,

and couldn't believe that his daughter would one day outgrow...

waving people,

swerving medieval rush,

was an era that vanished..

as I stood there astonished..

still dusting her out till date,

and keep  remembering our first scooter ride...




*Dedicated to all the Scooter Rides With My Father that I enjoyed during my Childhood



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