A lone breakfast

A lone breakfast it was, my first breakfast in Baltimore 
After a social 5 days in DC that had made my spirits soar

The china was disposable, the eggs were cold 
The milk was 2%, the bread smelled old

Woke early and showered and looked my best
Without any electronic gadgets, I left the nest (hotel room)

Found a corner spot overlooking downtown, all nice and sunny
Watching sharply dressed office-goers heading to make some money

It was a gorgeous day
Warm and springy, inching towards May

Yet alone, I sat and ate and ruminated in a room full of people
To make small talk, big talk, some talk, none at my table did join
Heads bowed to technology, checking emails and browsing Facebook
Everyone was simply busy staring at their groin

So the pretty lady ate on her own
Lost in her thoughts, not lonely, but alone

Wishing herself away, to some rambunctious crowd in Europe, Latin America
Sharing travel tales with random globe-trotting penurious dudes and chica

And that's why I prefer busy hostels with swarming backpackers sharing world travel tale
Choosing the comforts of companionship to the comforts of a swanky but lonely hotel

sunshine

Impromptu Poetry

One day, I wrote this while taking the bus to work.

Today was my most gorgeous day
Hot and sultry, inching towards May
The sky with the deepest promises of blue
The water in Lake Washington mirroring its hue
Dissecting it, stood the longest floating bridge
Towering above were the Cascades, and the Olympics' ridge
And there stood the Rainier, mighty and tall
To be admired at, and mesmerized by all
The view from the bus was a visual treat
With hopes and promises did Seattle greet
Yet alone, I sat mesmerized, none in my wonder journey join
Heads bowed to technology, everyone was busy staring at their groin
If only they'd looked up, what all they'd see
The sight of Heaven on Earth, that's how it'd be.

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NoSeattlegia

I once used to dream of living in a big house with glass windows overlooking the lake in Fremont, Seattle. For all of you who are familiar with the city of Seattle, you will know what I mean. I always thought that was the place that suited my personality best. I would never live in Downtown, or close to a pub district. Yet I have never wanted to wander too far from the happening hot spots and live in a 3 bedroom townhouse somewhere in Bellevue or Kirkland. Fremont was the right place. The lake nearby provides a wonderful view and a nice place to walk by, or watch the boats and occasionally the hydroplanes. There is no dearth of great eating places and coffee shops. The area is well connected by bus services, and who wants to drive when you can take the bus? The troll nearby used to be my favorite hangout area. The Space Needle looks beautiful, and so does the Seattle skyline. How do I know all this? I know this because I worked close to Fremont for a year. That was when I wrote this poem.

The joy ride welcomes me aboard
Through thirty fifth and Wallingford

To zig zag left right up and down
The view of water down and town

The needle points straight in the sky
The buildings stand so proud and high

From Stoneway me a stone throw 'way
To the monster troll I always "hey"

The one eyed giant who gobbles cars
All hairy mighty full of scars

And then to left my tastebuds vie
For coffee sushi greek and thai

Through Fremont streets with joy we hail
And watch the ships cut through and sail

The bridge that's now an upside "V"
And azureness is all I see

In skies and waters traverse planes
With lakes and sun and things arcane

Through Fremont ways and dextered roads
My City of Joy, my new abode

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