Wednesday, June 7, 2017


He woke up to a sunny morning
As the dalihas in his garden blazed with a tinge of gold
The white curtains were leaning on one end
The half finished plate lay on the table
The tea stains kissed the edges of the cup                                
His worn out shirt hung clumsily on the pillowcase
An old book lay open fluterring to the tunes of the fan  
The clock continued to take steps back and forth
A fruit basket did a headstand in a corner
His damp eyes tortured the cracked ceilings
Couldnt see- walking stick or
Earthquake, an old photo frame...all topsy turvy


The casket submerged floats
 in the vacuumed surface of the blues,
diluted on the peripheral dialysis
as and when the rare indigo vists  it
 to insill the buried, hope of life


A lot of baggage is boarded heavy with stains of tears, bloodshed  and pain
a life not considerate anymore as there is no retuns on it
all gained and filled in the bags are plain cries of despair, frustration and longing dreams
unfulfilled packed in the side pockets
a large collage of cranky tantrums fill the air
devoid of any reason just for mental satisfaction of pouring your feelings  out into the open air

Clearing the cliches

How much more will you break the glass of its tired windows
keep the lamp with an extinguished- oil on his palms
patch the cracked parts with a temporary glue of hope
pester the damp eyes to refrain from any tearshed
when it has all been broken long ago,left alone
what will you achieve , seek now when the grave was already dug


The heart has been pumped with a temporary infusion of oxygen
coz the weak/frail keep dodging his heart


The neon lights  bask in glory, of the advent of a new beginning crapes of paper  and shimmer  hanging from the ceiling, the entrance is garland  with fresh flowers from the garden
A sigb board perfectly  painted in red and gold with a 3D effect  proclaiming its USP
An fanfare of guests, photos and memories captured  in its digital memory
Moist eyes glisten the shoulders and hugs in marvel of a stupendous  feet
All going well until a creeper enters the banquet demanding  its attested birth certificate causing pain and commotion
After,few months again a small firefly is hovering in the sky.

Way less trodden

The dark narrow lanes lead towards a dungeon
where hardly a soul resides
yes, a few do sans any hope of living without worry
The dilapidated worn out place was once a bustling one
where the morning  chirpies greeted sitting on the water tank at the entrance
The carnations, sunflowers  nestled in their garden dancing along  with the robustic breeze paused by the gates.
Now, the entrance is a hub of the bats, the owls and lost souls taking refuge under the piles of stale stock, files and blanket of documents scattered  everywhere .
The wires that were media shy have started posing for autographs keeping in with the current times
The lonely and bold Godrej lockers are stuffed  with heavy duty protein diets of important  documents and vouchers
An narrow hideout to a sliding door opens opportunities to have a look at own miseries of life looming in darkness
The overhead barren ceiling is a deadly testimony of life's greatest setbacks a POP could face
losing its golden years of genetic beauty into the hands of a Rainy Romeo who escorted her leaving behind her family
of the good natured black suitcase, the archaeological folders bearing mentions of numerous achievements,the neighbourhood and company of the smart chaps(lockers), the concerned old woman with a long blue hooded gown at the corner etc
Few visitors do visit to let the dangy man know he has enough support to lean and leave the walking  stick aside
His estacy is heard and seen as he hums a old happy song when you click open the door and unlock to step into his Eden
Longing to lay his old bare wrinkled hands around  you
His teeth crackle with laughter just like the loomy walls in despair  caused by rainy romeo last monsoon
Smilingly nudging you to visit him soon.


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