Sit, drink your coffee here; your work can wait awhile.
You're twenty-six, and still have some life ahead.
No need for wit; just talk vacuities, and I'll
Reciprocate in kind, or laugh at you instead.

The world is too opaque, distressing and profound.
This twenty minutes' rendezvous will make my day:
To sit here in the sun, with grackles all around,
Staring with beady eyes, and you two feet away.

-vikram seth

A dose of my juvenilia

I walk on the road
head bent down,
drenched in sunlight
and lost in a reverie,
buffeted by the wind,
an eeriness fills in,
exasperated by sensibilities,
i long for vacuity,
some idle talk will do me good,
i walk slow,
to give company to my trialing shadow.