My mind is consumed by wanderlust so I like to set it free. Most days it goes to stupid, tedious places but sometimes it goes to places I’d like others to visit too. These are some of those places.

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The Chronicle Of Emergency!

Circus performers like to trapeze act and trespass death with a blow of a kiss
Dr. Supriya hates such crafts ,
“Life is a chronicle of pricelessness!”

Ironically, her daughter likes to walk on a tightrope when she’s around Him
And she doesn’t bother to trespass a death by embarrassment when she blows Him a kiss
“Life is a chronicle of pretty boys!”

Although He seems pretty oblivious to this
As he juggles his academics and football
Too lost in the labyrinth of work to think about death and her blow of a kiss
“Life is a chronicle of work!”

For the ghost in his house, who was a veteran of circus and couldn’t trespass death
As he got distracted
by a girl blowing a kiss
“Life is a chronicle of accidents!”

But sadly , or not , I don’t agree with any
When I trespass my books for the whole year and then stare blankly at them a night before,
As I blow a kiss of farewell to my mother’s expectations
“Life is a chronicle of academics!”

And on reaching the classroom alley , I hear the students screaming
As they wasted their time trespassing periods and blowing kisses too
And as the staff tries to control the panic,
I swear I heard it ,
“Life is a chronicle of emergency!”

And that seems like a perfect title for my next poem.