Cheap Dreams

Yesterday, I had done a lot of paper work, which included making a lot of table, graphs, and doing tedious calculations. Then, I pasted stickers on a lot of files, wrote titles on those stickers, and arranged titled files them in an order, which looked disorderly in the almirah. I didn’t know why I bothered to arrange them at all, for they would be disarranged soon.

Today, I get up in the morning having wasted my whole night on dreaming about yesterday.

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

In love

When I was in love I knew no limit

There was joy in the air

Things were cute back then

Her shouting were like a song

No one bothered to listen except me

Her open lips demand to be seal-kissed

I struggled to resist myself

Her laughter lit up the evening

Wherever she went I followed

Together we jumped in rain

It was called dancing

Once upon a time, my friend

I was in love

The Carnage of Relationships

He sat there with

A bucket full of heart shape balloons

Puncturing one heart after another 

And letting the air leak

But it was not as fun and shocking

As the bursting sound

With stained hands and bloodied shirt

He left with empty bucket, fulfilled

On his way back

He met with an accident

A heart with spikes rolled in his direction 

How could this happen to him?  

He thought in ICU

As he hoped for a heart transplant

Nightmare of Today and Tomorrow

Green grass slowly turning into yellow thorns

Huts have been taken over by a concrete jungle

People drink whatever color of water they get

Tigers in white dress roam the city in search of lambs

Who survive the water and food scarcity

Vultures with microphones hover over the city

In search for fresh flesh to broadcast

I try hard

To dream of a different tomorrow

Yet I am haunted by the same nightmare

A Mistake of Newage Gopi

Alone in the crowd of the café, she

Smiles at his picture over and over again

Looks in the mirror of her phone and

Applies another coat of pomegranate red lipstick

As if the color will direct him to her

Silence around her is killing her patience

Her birdlike eyes dart toward the café doors

Nervously, she hopes for him to come early

Girls in café are guarding their lovers

From her probing eyes 

Looking at boy in the corner and

Comparing him with the picture

She got from the online chat

She gets up from her seat, pulls the door and

Sighs to commemorate her mistake

Of not sending her picture to him

When I will meet you again...

Life as they is a full circle and

I believe in this saying 100%

I don’t know when but I will meet you again

It may happen when you don’t want to meet me

Or maybe when I have lost interest in pursuing you

That day I will see you in arms of someone else and

On that day you will wonder about amicable separation 

And you cringe of not meeting me for the last time

I will not say anything but for fractions of seconds

We’ll exchange our gazes and pass each other like strangers

But the awkwardness of the surreptitious meeting

Will raise the questions and memories in your mind

And you will draw a bank

That person with you ask about your sudden silence

And all you will ask“What did you just say?”

And I will laugh to make your forget something once again

Tuition Fees of Ancient Times

Teachers in ancient times have

Knack of asking strange things as a tuition fee

It was not must but if not given by student

The fee remained a sort of burden or guilt

As a tuition fee, 

Young Rama and Lakshmana had to ward off demons

When their teacher, Sage Vishwamitra, was busy in his yagna

Utanka had to bring earrings from a female above ground and

Then from a male underground

It was the riddle Utanka solved when he lost a queen's earrings

and had to recover it from snake lord of netherland

Vishwamitra asked his pupil Galava to bring

800 horses: each with one black and one white ear

Dronacharaya had a plan before he arrived Hastinapur

When Kauravas and Pandavas were ready

He asked them to get his revenge from Draupada

And

We all know

What he demanded from the tribal lad, Ekalavya

Who claimed he learned archery from Drona:

Thumb of right hand

Shambuka's Caste Based Salvation

A brahmin’s son dies before 100 years

He complains to Rama about it and tells

That Shambuka, a Shudra, is doing penance

How could he do penance?

What else could be the reason?

Brahmin adds that if Sudra isn’t controlled

Something horrible can happen to the world

Do something!

Rama asks Shambuka to stop the penance

Shambuka denies saying that he is doing

To absolve his sins and to attain salvation

Rama kills him and solves his salvation problem

God is so merciful!

Writer of Unhappy Endings

If you are frightened of life

Please don’t come to my work

In search of constant joy and happiness

Let me break it to you

Such happiness is an unattainable reality

How can I lie to you about life?