Sometimes

Sometimes you don’t like my words,
simply turn away;
Sometimes I cook great dishes but,
you don’t say;
And when the wind plays with you,
with your hair;
You just get upset with the music,
that’s not fair;
Maybe we will go to the end of the world,
after this June;
And then take a turn for the Uranus,
or maybe Neptune;
Maybe just cross them and head for space,
sans gravitation;
Check if my love is still strong enough,
as an application;
Maybe we do a waltz on the Milky Way,
with starry eyes;
Take a ride to past through black holes,
in some disguise;
Reach some planet where plastic is food,
the only food;
And where all the people stay mostly silent
to be in mood;
Where music is poison while ignorance,
makes one proud;
And the biggest crime is poetry,
reading it loud;
Punishment is sleep with alien girls
there’s no dearth;
Mostly abducted from a distant planet,
locally called earth;

Written on 17th Feb' 2009