Mar 30, 2010

Mar 18, 2010

Red, Green, Yellow.

It was Red,
when I stopped.
Yellow- I got ready.
Green- I moved.

I- a mechanised being.
Where my trained
senses said,
"Move not as you wish".

And once in a 'JAM'
there was a knock
at my car door- finding
someone wiping the glass,

I asked
"What's the matter"
with a native tone.
He replied with a "SPAT"
and moved to the next door.