Is it ok Maa,
To mix a Sunday with a Thursday and
forget my own birthday,
Some days I just stare at the wall,
Waiting for something to happen,
Terrible or good,
For the pink paint peel to fall from
the wall,
Is it Ok Maa,
Some days I get hooked to Jazz, listening
to Miles Davis and Dave Brubeck back to back
With a History book in one hand and a
physics one in another,
While on other days I like listening to
folk song I recorded on my phone,
Travelling on a train, two middle aged
lovers, performing a song, whom tongue tied I watched,
Is it ok Maa,
To just stay quiet and hate people,
Shun away from society,
Practice meditation and do salsa,
Trying to avoid contact even from
friends I love,
To talk without breath with strangers,
Call an old friend and talk like you
never separated,
Two leaves reborn on a same tree,
I feel like being at our home,
Drinking tea in evening,
Going jogging in morning,
Doing nothing all day,
Just discussing crops and plants
growing in our little farmland,
Is it ok Maa,
To join army,
A terror group,
Start a company,
Save people,
Making robots, study genetic
engineering,
Finding ultimate truth behind
Mathematics,
And summing it all in one equation,
They lie don’t they Maa,
Mars has no life,
All those missions they have sent are
in fact to a far away planet in not so far away galaxy,
And they have found life, like we did,
a litter of puppies in our attic,
Who would have left them out of free
will,
Is it ok Maa,
To abuse and win Porsche 911,
Slap someone in India for calling 911,
And then lecturing about greatness of
nation,
Is it ok Maa,
If I ask you for Money to study abroad,
A course in Arts,
Which will initially give me no money,
but I will be a legend who invents new thinking,
but I will be a legend who invents new thinking,
Why did Grandpa work in a factory ?
Is it ok Maa,
To hide mistakes,
Living in guilt,
Being stone like,
Why don’t you call me when I am busy?
Why do you cut phone when I say I am
busy?
Why don’t you sing lullabies on phone?
I am tired of this blabbering?
