collective contraddiction

just an excuse,

for a healthy dose of self accepted abuse,

meet outside in the open,

to take care of a lil addiction,

actually of social consciousness

wherein we crib about our condition

bringing out the pervasive contradiction

that deprives the world of simple freshness,

basically its all about hunting some 'fresh' down,

wherein mihir sits flying on 2inches of cushioned air,

shiva thumps a luscious fare,

barts rants a note

sush says shes would love to travel on mr hoffmans boat,

Hessargatta close to Nrityagram,

where pinto claims to have seen the chicken pen,

houses a Nilgiri forest, which seeks some company,

hence old mate ambu who doesnt travel any,

has consented to be a part of this many,

add anyone anymore at least to finally make this funny...

and people whose name aint here in this so called poetry,