The Incomplete trip

One hour past midnight ,they left delhi.
Destination Jaipur,road trip for the beer bellys.
It was a spontaneous and a long "trip".
Pit stops, clicking pics and tea sips.

Drivers changing all night long,
Looking for matchsticks,the car was ransacked.
Beer and cigarettes during dawn.
Sleep was the only thing that they lacked.

Chinese lunch at RTDC was exotic.
Smoking the last noon's cigarettes,
They drove where nothing else mattered
Reached Rani sisodia garden - the "OMEN".

Searching for rani's soul,they wandered.
Surprisingly saw a peacock at the roadside
But the bloody coward ran away, bewildered.
Then the pigeons and the monkeys alongside.

Looking at the beautiful roads,Lohumi-"WOW"
The jinxed driver Singh-"Feel aa rahi hai na"?
Holy cow fucked the atheists in the car.
The protruding rock,fucked the car like a whore.

Petrol tank split wide open like a punctured boat.
Feelings of fear and panic started to afloat.

Freeze frame(Expressions via facial expressions)

Puru-"I am so fucked,my mother is going to kill me!"
Singh-"Damn you cow,I will always eat you beef style!"
Lohumi-"What are we gonna do now?"
Baba-"Always look at the bright side of life!"
Launchee-"Will somebody help us?"

The local lad took Puru to the mechanic and back,
A glimmer of hope of surviving, persuading a hijack.
Baba trying to push the car by himself to the side.
While the other 3 were thinking really wide.


Then there was this uncle,
The experienced leader of men.
He helped but not silently.
Narrating mishaps and deaths.

Then the mechanic took care of their whore.
While Puru and Launchee created dramatic soap opera scenes.
The almighty of the car,Puru was simply hopeless.
Chided by parents, Singh didn't deserve more.

The bleeding pads were fixed.
Local lad had stuff in store,
Deprived of time, they wanted food. Blissfully
Gave away a life time of charity to the poor.

The weed weapons were prepared inside the car.
In the nick of time,they got food.
Smoked weed while walking down the road.
The weed aroused Launchee's sentiments for the old waiter.

3 non drivers smoked weed again
On the highway,they looked up in vain.
The sky was moving at an indefinite pace
Puru to the drunkard truck driver, sarcastically,
"It is not a race!"

Cheekoo

Co-incidence is friendship
Commenting is fun
A friend's friendship
Introduced a peer.

This girl called Shruti Anand
Was sumone very special and
Her ever jolly mood
The magic wand

with shining layers of hair
Her cutely decorated face
The friendly heart "just in case"
Helped completely and fair.

The appreciation from family
She deserve much more
"Casual" chick on the road
Her "hehes" and photos

Elegant beauty personified
An attractive personality
The elegible maid
She is an angel in reality.

Goa

The old phone rang one evening.
I was chilling out,just hanging!
A trip to Goa was fixed.
The agreement and excitement was rigged.

4 dudes, guaranteed awesomeness.
Dumb charades,poker and laziness.
The longest journey was over.
Singh wanted to fuck a whore.

The road trip was zealous.
Thivim to Calangute beach-fabulous!
Local beer on the beach,the opening night
The rookie smoked,not at all right.

The sun rose up the Arabian Sea
Santana's zen provided with a lot to see.
1200w JBL Bass tube,the ultimate thump,
Fort Aguada was calling for the jump.

4 beer stops and the nude beach
Though only 4 naked guys under the peach.
Photo moments at the shore,
Waves were at their core.

We suited up to hit the casino,
Drinks and food on the house.
All hail Lord Rama,Dusshera gave us free entry.
Wasted 750 bucks,but black dog for free.

The food was utterly delicious
The female dealer's make up not so bootylicious.
Our luck was buried in Devil's town.
We didn't win a single bet, so many frowns.

We over viewed a couple of more casinos
Then we hit Baga beach,still stoned.
Gave our sympathies to the dead fish,doomed.
Hanks taking a piss on the beach,gloomed.

Rendezvous was shifted to Colva beach
The night was meant to be intoxicative
But Singh's testosterone were on some other motive.
Meanwhile we (me and Puru) were caught in Deepak's reach.

The wasted drunkard was giving us crap
By linking will power and guts.
He brought pain from our ears to our nuts.
Whisky in the rain wrapped it all up.

The next day we loitered around on the scooter.
Had prawns and beer and some hangover hazards.
Beach soccer and tattoos and sand art bloopers
Now I am writing this on playing cards.