Monday Mournings????

it's a Monday morning and
surprisingly there aren't any blues..
i would attribute it to a weekend
filled with a variety of hues...
its not on every Saturday
that we get a night out..

Flips and flops are inherent in our plan
after all we are a funny clan...
acting like 3 idiots is not
limited to the screen..
the watchman who witnessed
our madness, i'm sure thought
he had a horrible dream
till there was completion of the team..
the fourth entering with a temper
we made all attempts to pamper
including a rhyming banter...

tempting they are...
junk and ice cream..
even after an appetizing meal..
vocabulary is not our asset
but that dint make us "taboo".
it was as precious as corals
the mid night class on morals
and we were let out of the grip
when we did go on our "road trip"
although i couldn wake up Sid..

after yes and irresolute no..
for the concert we decided to go..
Papu cant dance..
but we gave ourselves a chance..
screaming and yelling like those
old school days..
of laughter and mirth
there seemed to be no dearth..

issuance of curfew ordinances
left us "flighting" like Cinderellas..
No.. we wouldn't change into rags
nor lose our carriages to take us home
just that we would get to hear fireworks
that for a couple of days in our ears would lurk..

the inevitable exhaustion to the bed hinges
even those who are 6 feet, two and a half inches...