The Killing Addiction

The Killing Addiction
Whenever i leave my place and go out for a break in my work , i can see YOUNG ENGINEERS near the box shop(pooti kadai) with a cigarette.

I once read in an article which was written by a boy on the death of his friend. I don’t remember exactly but it was something like this.

I miss you my friend,
you met her in a shop.
That was the first day you saw her.
She was so beautiful and fair.
That is the day you first touched her.
Your hands grassed her hands and
slowly moved up to her hair ,
Her hair was brown and gorgeous,
You loved her in your first sight.
You kissed her tender lips and
that is the day you fell into her,
that is the day you let her into your heart and into you.
You first started to meet her without your parents knowledge,
One day your parents saw you with her ,
Then you had no reason to hide,
You took her to your house,
you took her to your workplace ,
you had her all along,
You stayed with her all day and all night,
you never took our words to leave her,
and now you had left us.

A Good HeadAche Cure

Yesterday night while returning home
i had a heavy head ache,
my bus dropped me in my usual stopping.
From there i had to cross the main road and go home.

Crossing the road in my place seems to
be the toughest.
Usually a Traffic Police man would be
there to help me cross at least one side of the road ,
unfortunately on that day that is yesterday he was not there.
I was standing in the left hand side corner of the road for about 5 minutes
and i was not able to cross the road,
People next to me where crossing happily
but i was very much afraid to cross the road.
Just then a lorry came to my rescue,
I crossed hiding behind the lorry and i was standing in the median .
Now have another half road to cross now. There were so
many people near me who wanted to cross
but all were in bike, given a little space they would flash away,
so i decided to wait for the road
to be totally free for me to cross.