Thursday, 8 October 2015

The Random Way

'Man with a Hod' by Jean Dubuffet 
I was walking and talking
To myself without any help
A window creaked and my shadow squeaked
My legs wobbled
And my hat toppled
And fell in front of a sly cat
Who chuckled and bluntly ignored a fat rat
Baffled I stepped in a puddle
Crackled I bumped into a fiery hurdle
A cartwheel blazing madly
Was coming my way sadly
Like a grasshopper I jumped and hugged a lamppost
‘Well done’, shouted a chap, the other raised a toast
Another clapped my back and left, laughing, ‘ha-ha’
Smiling I walked ahead, singing, ‘la-la’
What a day, collected so many laughs on the way
I was foolishly wrong, I got to know finally
A grand sticker on my jacketed back shouted loudly
“I am a buffoon, I declare it proudly”
Oh! Those damn mad, mad damn chaps
Is it their fault or mine? Or the choice I made that day
And unknowingly turned to the random way

You Stardust

Step out you stardust, the door is wide open. Why? Aren’t you ready? That table is your trunk, you packed it long back, ask the thic...