Horny

             I am horny. I have a horn, like one horned rhino, which is invisible to others. 

Other may not see the horn but perceive it only when they stand next to me on railway counters, in grocery shops, in buses, in movie theaters, and crowded shopping malls. Whenever they get poked or punched, people notice me (that means horn has provided me visibility in this crowded world). They can’t see the horn but their eyes are red in rage. Sometime they shiver in their own anger (of course directed at me) as if I’ve done the mistake of making them horny (which they don’t want to at this point) or they have been horny all along but they needed some extra push from other horny person to see their own horns. Thus, their anger may not be directed at me (as I was thinking previously) but at themselves for not recognizing how horny they are. People who has smile on lips and twinkle in their eyes after getting poked and punched by me usually know that they are horny.

It’s only when I get poked by someone I don’t know or I don’t like, I understand why people were angry at me.

Watery Soul

People go to the store and buy the liquid. One point guilt punched on their chest, i.e., soul’s gate, with every transaction of the liquid. Usually people start this addiction without getting their soul punched. One of their friends or their parents gets his/her soul punched. Now as the time go by, partly because of his longing for the liquid and partly because of his parents/friends’ guilt-ridden soul, he has to get his soul punched. They will both drink it together and sometime share with new people, in hope that they become their friends and will bring them their liquid. But friendship has gone a total makeover in the world of liquid transaction: people first take care of themselves. Even though the liquid comes with a warning that a person younger to that particular age shouldn’t consume or be given the liquid but even the liquid store owner knows that it was at this age the liquid get its maximum life-time consumers, called addiction by other people. Can a get addicted to the liquid if he drinks the liquid later in life? Will the addiction to liquid is independent of time but circumstances in one’s life? Is the guilt punched soul of a person push him toward addiction? Who knows?

Barbeque Nation*

Will you dine with me?

Only when you’ll not grill me.

Hot?

Sweat beads on your forehead.

Tasty. Isn’t it?

Again you went to same point.

I like this place. We should come here often.

I wish I had never met you.

*Inspired from a hoarding in Bangalore

A Marriage Advice from a Housing Company

Don't Settle for a balcony with a potted plant
...if you are educated, working professional, and athletic. 

Definition of Longing

It is not that I’m not getting emails. Last time, I checked my spasm folder, it was full. I went through emails but I haven’t found the right email. I have checked the connection and find the speed was very slow. Just out of concern that somehow my emails are getting delayed because of slow speed, I connected my laptop to my personal dongle and leave it connected when I go to restroom, lunch, dinner. I haven’t disconnected my laptop, even when I go out to meet someone for I don’t want my emails to complain to me “We come and you were not there. So we returned.”

Finding an email even when you are not expecting brings in a pleasant surprise, but the one you are expecting bring much more… it brings peace.

The Perfectionist's Curse

My boss told me to do this file work with perfection.

Did I do it perfectly?

Almost!

What do I mean?

I forgot to add the most important document in the work file, as I was perfectly working on it.

Fate of Stars

When I accepted the

Darkness surrounding me

I became a star

Some thousand light-years away

From you

Waiting…

Waiting for you to look

Upon me

And that’s when

Thermonuclear reactions accelerated into me

If you will stare at me daily like this

I’m going to turn either into a black hole

Or a supernova

Weekend Girl

During weekdays, I didn’t know her. Even if I have known her during weekends, during weekdays I hardly recognized her: a weak emaciated girl running after college bus, a girl with only research work in her mind, a girl who never acknowledges my presence even during the lunch or loo breaks, a girl who just called me back to thrash me for calling her so many times and the girl who talked ideas. During weekends, she was a zero figure model, hugged more often, drank booze like German Shepard drinks water in summer, crashed one party after another, and rosy lipped, she joked about her fucked-up life, her anal-retentiveness and called herself a ‘certified’ bitch in booze smell.

Desperation

When will you free tomorrow?

How’s your tomorrow look like?

Are you free tomorrow?

Is everything alright with you?

Do you want to meet on coming Friday?
How’s going?

Hidden Injuries

I'm no victim, O' love, not a torturer
But you must know who i am?
You must have an idea about me
I'm warning you that if you scare me anymore
I may become who I am not.

Bloody Masks

People wear so many masks here

And become someone else entirely

Sometime they don’t even recognize

Themselves

Blood of broken trust had dried

On their hands

Still they say it wasn’t me

Why do you bleed everytime

In this world

O my friend