Was It the World’s Best Date?

On Friday I went out on a date after a long, long time. And boy was it great!

It was unusual and great at the same time. It was at a Barista. And what did we do? We chatted nineteen-to-a-dozen and played Scrabble!

Barista didn’t have a Scrabble board, so we went out and bought one. Then, making ourselves real comfortable with our coffees, we started playing.

Soon, another couple walked in. They enquired of the management for another scrabble board… only to be informed that the couple in the corner playing scrabble had brought in their own board! So, this couple too went back out and returned with a scrabble board 20 minutes later!

Forty five fun filled minutes later we see a third couple going through couple no 2’s motions and returning with a brand new scrabble board of their own!

At the end of three hours we walked out leaving 4 other couples playing scrabble and sipping coffee!

In case you want to know who won – well I did. And so did the Galgotia’s outlet! I don’t think they have ever sold 5 scrabble boards in a span of 3 hours – EVER!

I think I could get used to this girl. Actually I feel I might just get very addicted to her!

The Milk of Human Kindness Sours . . .

Stand up tall and stretch towards the heavens. Yup, stretch up, on tippy toes. Breathe in, the sour milk smell of humanity.

All of us culprits. Each of us, oblivious to the stink that we're spreading, like we are to the stench of our own fart.

Go on, cheat away.
Pay bribes.
Use up more and more electricity.
Burn more fuel.
Use paper.
Civilize the wild.
Increase the herd of cars.
Cheat on your husbands.
Cheat on your wives.
Overeat.
Smoke.
Drink.
Spread an incurable disease.
Get that new mobile.
Take longer showers.
Waste the water.
Waste the food.
Waste the blessings.
Waste everything.

Go on.
No one’s watching.
Smelling neither.

Ta

She got stuck in my throat. After a couple of years of tentative occupancy in my heart, Inevitable finally decided to up and leave last week. She slammed heart’s door hard and took the straight and really narrow route out – through the Adam’s apple.

She got stuck in the gale of emotions swirling there. Inevitable has always had issues keeping time. So, in character, she made a late exit. A few minutes earlier and she would have made it without getting stuck.

Now Adam’s apple is a small place. So, with Inevitable’s massive baggage it was quite naturally a tight fit. With the gale catching more and more momentum, I choked.

Each and every bit of baggage drumming its weighty mass in the throat. In code, awakening certain neurons, drumming up a weird chant, rousing ghouls that were once real feelings.

And then the bell rang. The gale stopped. Inevitable left. Empty heart, I trudged the broken road to a cab stand.

I met Inevitable again today… she had her aunt Sullen with her and Uncle confused. In a weird way I made peace with Inevitable. No more storms. The rickety door in the heart can expect softer handling. Hopefully. Maybe. Someday.

When life knocks you down flat on your back, things suddenly start looking up!

Sometime mid last month, everything in my life broke down…. My contract came to an end. This coincided with me getting a slip-disc, and some other really personal stuff…

But, on reflection, it can’t get worse anymore…. Things can only get better now…

So, folks, it seems that I won’t be posting all that regularly, as it hurts…. So long….

Hopefully I should be posting next month onwards a bit more regularly…. Ooooh! The pain….

Arguments Dissected

Safety is just danger misplaced
Sanity, madness delayed
Laughter is just like crying with no sound
Lost, until found


If right is just a point of view
And if it’s true till proven false
Then good is bad,
bad is good

So, the end is a beginning
For the beginning once was the end

A Byte From My Memory

You fed me with your hands
I smiled
Looked deep into your eyes, ate
and sucked your fingers instead
The crowds oblivious
A sweet cover
My lover
It was innocent
Disguised
Legs under the table
Entwined
The food was good
No. Lovely
The taste of your fingers exquisite
The prints etched on my mind
Forever . . .

Love, Thy Future!

Love, Thy Future!

I saw the fabric of time rolling out,

punctuated with empty spaces,

waiting for victims,

eyes in a shroud;
A sieve, I perceive,
Pulls me under,
Welcomes with hunger, receives . . .

I slipped,

I fell,

through a worn out weft,

Hanging by a shard –

A strong frayed end that binds

others like me with hearts hard;

A tangled web stitched with hope,
stronger than any rope;

As I sway on the fringes,

life goes by whizzing;

head buzzing,
I hang on, barely flinching,

Hanging by a thread,

I meet an old bed-fellow -
how'd she get out of my head?
her name is Past,
You also know her as The Dark Angel of Dread;

She waves out – “hello?!

Here’s a hand,

I’ll come back
as whatever you choose to start over,

Your present, is what I hunger,
come on, you rover!”

Ignoring,

Controlling,

Praying,

Looking away,

I see a beautiful dream:

A friend, if I may . . .

A lovely damsel,

Such a lovely queen;

Shyly she reaches out,a frail hand,

"Come, walk with me;

My name is eternity,

future, faith, serenity;

Love thyself,

I’m your fiancé."