Life Coach

My life-coach, I ever think if I deserve one

Is the girl whom I fell in love with

I lounge for the love on sofa kidding her about God

If God is live in the silence of art,

I need to paint the picture of Jesus in a car

There is  heavy silence in the courtyard where was a relic of the past

A silken boat of bamboo lying in the window as dinky as it is

It would never set the sails for it was a tiny boat made for decoration

I club the thoughts more on the east side of the road

eating samosas and thinking about a diva

who is long dead and gone and now my life coach

thinks it would rain and I have to be indoors but in vain

I love her sanity of a child as pure as the heart for a gain



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