Brown Penny

Aged A Little January 12, 2012

I was juvenile when I stood into this thumping line.
The journey was slow                                                       
With each step refusing to give an easy blow.
Sweat droplets; dripping
Heat and Sun; ripping
Deluging crowd, restless to make the first round
Yeah pushing, squashing and crushing;
I took my first-shaky-step
Too timid to make a pep.

Standing in the line
Managing to breathe in the filth, in the grime
Pushing back the crass throng
As if fighting in war time;
I aged a little
Maybe got even more brittle.                      
I continued my sheepish-raw-steps
Though examples seemed rather inept.

But, in this course of tan
While the flooded line moved with its own plan
Stepping over you, suffocating you through;
I found a place to rant
To express; which I never could pant.
In this sluggish walk, tip-toeing my way through the flock
I, surely, aged a little
Maybe got even more brittle
But, I did find my piece-of-pax
Even though at the cost of a little tax.                                         

With the support of the side railings
Gradually entering the house of all ailings
Little by little, metamorphosing into someone more sensible
I regained my voice
Long lost in the miseries of choice.
Yeah, I must have aged a little
Maybe got even more brittle
But, I pulled a pour of my own
That I didn’t have to borrow or loan .

Shambling with endurance
Trying to grip a strenuous balance
Falling, bruising, treading and struggling
I finally reached the door step.
Now its my moment to knock it hard             
And exclaim, without any cowardly regard.
Coz I know I have aged a little
Maybe got even more brittle
But, I received a refuge from impertinence
Gained a shelter filled with breeze,
Away from any hindrance.
The journey will always continue
Just like my feelings will never subdue
And now with this prep,
I take my first step towards the door step.

** This post is dedicated to my blog, which just completed a year. It has been bearing and will keep on silently bearing my expectorates; trying hard to decode my jabberwockies.