Wednesday 30 January 2008

Addiction



Addicted


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Mowgli (120)


Baked Bored Moon


- Bored silence,

Baked bored moon,

Blue bored trees,

The Amateur fool.

- Your palm’s sweating – Expressionlessly, she asked - Do you want to leave my hand for sometime?

Strange; why would she want to leave his hand – Thinking; he declined.

- Are you forever going to be this quite?

He has read in those books that love can best be described through silence. His eternal vow, never to utter a word. He truly loves her.

- Martyrs of those love poems

I pity your innocence.

- Poor victim of book shelves, it’s just your addiction of the idea of loving me - she thought; leaving.

- The last episode, of the last goodbye

I’ll send you a smile; sometime.


Pinchi (120)


Her thoughts invoked a deep feeling...

Set my heart throbbing, my head reeling,

Cupid asked "Is this infatuation?"

I said - "It's more …-… it's addiction!"


Eating, sleeping are less than reckoned,

Wanting, dreaming, - a close second;

Amor asked "What is this affliction?"

I said - "It's more …- …it's addiction!"


Lord! Save me, from the forces that be,

Of the heavens, the earth and of the sea;

Benten cried - "I grant you benediction!"

I said - "I need more… -… it's addiction!"



Gods! Don't ask me why I don’t crave,

For heavenly abodes, as I'm a slave;

To someone for whom I pledge my devotion

I'm in love, yes I am - and it is love addiction!




Mickey the Monkey (119)


I want a divorce, Virmani Uncle.

Why Jane? On what grounds?
Mickey is such a nice monkey,
I know him since his childhood.


Uncle! isn't addiction sufficient ground under US laws.

Mickey and addiction, why he is a teetotaler, I can vouch for him.


Not alcohol, Uncle, he is addicted to Orkut.
Whole night he is sending scraps.
Shweta, Sweta, Rashmi, Nandini, Seema, Shinjini, Richa, Ana, Priyanka,
I don't know with how many girls he is flirting these days.
He has stopped talking to me. Even I have to scrap him.

Jane beta, I can't take your case, because if I win, it will set a precedent.
Your Aunty is trying hard to divorce me on the same grounds.

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Shweta Srivastav (120)


'Are you addikted?' her voice wavered.

'Addikted?' he hesitated, 'Yes, I am', his eyes looked far into the horizon.

'But why, how?' her voice trembled with emotion.

'The whole universe conspires to make you fall. I couldn't do anything', eyes afar.

A moment of silence, 'Can't you leave it?'

He thought, 'No, there is no cure! Once fallen, there's no hope!'

'But there has to be something', her eyes searched his face, Hopeful.

He looked into her eyes, 'Will you help me?'

……Her eyes grew eager.

He held her hand, 'Will you… marry me?'

She looked lost.

It took her a moment to catch the mischief in his eyes, then, a twinkle in hers said all he wanted to hear!


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Nandini Sen (118)




Simone was familiar with addiction.

Her compulsive addiction with cigarettes was famous. But a bout with extreme pneumonia, and concerned friends helped her get over it.

Her blind addiction with Rajat lasted a decade. Bitter words, and growing differences made her get over it easily.

The comforting addiction with alcohol lingered. But when she knew Meera was to be born, Simone stamped out the addiction.

Meera, her daughter, was Simone’s longest addiction. Eighteen years – until Meera moved out to university, and Simone learned to suppress the addiction.

Now in the hospital, with tubes running through her, and worried doctors surveying her, Simone wanted to scream “I’m not gonna give up this addiction of mine – the addiction to live”.





Juhi the Fragrant (94)


A smiling star twinkles a goodbye. The quiet dawn steals up to the horizon, and startles it. Suddenly, a smell, a scent, an aroma pierces the fabric of the jungle, touching it, prodding it.

Crash! Thrash! A deer darts ahead. Now he is going around in circles. Now it has stopped, listening perhaps. No, smelling. His nose is in the air. He seems to have picked something up. He’s following it. No, he’s running back to the oak now. Oh! He just bounded by.

Ah! You enticing kasturi, why do you play with him so?





Dok Saab (110)



When you're near
I always get a high.
But if you go away
I heave a deep sigh.

In foes and friends
I've lost all interest.
Fantasizing about you
To me seems the best.

I've lost the desire
To eat and to drink.
Sitting all alone
It's about you I think.

My heart beats faster
When you are around.
If I don't see you
It gets shattered to the ground.

Just to be with you
I can do any thing.
I can kill I can steal
Far-off stars I can bring.

Since the day I met you
I have this affliction.
Without you I can't live
You are my addiction.




Kaveesh Sinha (120)



PARTING WITH ADDICTION


I could feel her distress.


Clutching her hands, I asked, "What's it now?"


"Nothing. Just an organizational flaw in me", she quipped.


"Cummon. I'd be leaving for England tomorrow. D'ya want me to leave with a heart distraught?", I said expecting an answer.


" I'm addicted. Yet again. Knitting these sweaters for you is an embarrassing habit, like trying on other people's laundry….you'd be leaving eventually. I loved you to break addiction to this world. I kicked it, and now seem to be stuck with you, attacking my heart instead the mind. Grow attached; you grow addicted… thwart addiction; grow angry…be angry; confuse your mind… Con…………………"


I kissed those parting hands. Silence………


Her tears spoke silently, "Now don't …please!"………………Addiction again.





Rush.me (120)



Any Comfy Place @ Any Random Hour of the Day

Now let's get talking..........

About..........???

When ur gonna be over..........???

Depends..........!!!

As in?..........

When He wants it to be..........

Hmmm..........

What do you exactly mean?..........

I wanna know whether he's more addicted to u or to me?? ..........

Hehehehhehehehe..........

(Blank)..........

My Dear Book, addiction kills. You desire to kill?? ..........

Oks enuf, 7 pages in me, last sip in u. After that, let's see..........

I hope he devours the last page without needing me more..........

Betcha, he'll. The Killer's gonna b revealed..........


(After the last sip and 3 pages)


Y's he sittin' up??? ..........

The addiction..........

Juz 3 more man!!!..........

He can't concentrate..........

OMG!!! Try ya, only 3 more..........

Well..........




Blah Queen (103)


They say I am an Addikt.

Am I a sinner, then?


They say drinking is haraam

So is dancing and singing.


Do I become a sinner, then?


Why did they call of this haraam?

Why should it be viewed as a sin?


They call it ‘addiktive’.

They call addiktion haraam.


Do I become a sinner, then?


A billion other wrongs

And a billion other addiktions.


Why is religiosity not concerned as an addiktion?

Why is religion not haraam?


Do we all become sinners, then?


They say I am an addikt

I am addikted to questioning my religion.


Do I remain a sinner, then?



GSV (105)


Random thoughts, Mixed emotions

Craving to cry

Need some 'high'

And then….

Just one smile

You See… Here I am again…. Addicted to life!




Detached feelings, Shattered dreams

Out of control desire

Holding nerves

And then….

Just one warm hug

You Feel!… Here I am again…. Addicted to life!




Racing perfection, Comparing factions

Divided mind

No place to hide

And then..

Just one song of silence

You Listen!... Here I am again…. Addicted to life!




You know

One got to have an Addiction

Before you quit it

I am Drinking wine of life

You share!...I may be here this last time

So Can I Die?




Truth Dude (119)


We were meant for each other, or so I thought
I changed my mind, when she walked off.


She turned me on like a bitch in heat
and when we were done she took off in a beat.


I felt so screwed, I wallowed in shame
she's my addiction, and she wasn't to blame.


I know I'm being used
but that's okay man because I like the abuse.


Then she came back and I would stay low
I'd take her hand and then say 'Hello'.


She'd push me off, and turn to walk away
I kneeled down and I asked her to stay.


And I know she's playing with me
but its ok because I got no self esteem.




The Red Ronin (118)




Monochrome static crackles through my head but I don't look so dead. I hear the bird cry and fly with all the courage I can muster. Listening to the shadows I fly high for that is all there is to it. I say goodbye to my friend who served me well for a moment but now I need to wake up and walk it alone. I reached out each moment hoping she would change her ways but I had kid myself and instead shook hands with death. She is gone and I wonder how to fill the void that is pitted with the memories of life.

Seeking reprieve, I wake up and start trying to blow some bubbles.



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Genuine Fake(119)

As I entered the room that morning, thoughts of interviewing her made me feel curious. I pulled up my recorder, and began my normal course of questioning. Explanations of her sins in her calm demeanor, made her increasingly mysterious. That she outlived pains of any normal human being and that confidence was merely a make up eased me up a bit. Her take on drugs, both, narcotic and medicine, just represented the fact that she went on from one addiction to another, all ways for her to feel numb. She seemed perfectly normal. Uma Pradhan, a serial killer and an established schizophrenic, was probably just uninterested in a conventional life. Idealism for her was just an addiction as well.

Mandappa KC (112)

I see pink blue skies

Misty summer rainbow butterflies

In the midst of all these lies

You give me these magical lines




Cuz you are my addiction

I say all I can say

when shit hits the ceiling all day

you are my only way

cuz you are my addiction

(fade) you are my addiciton




My whole life blue

But ill always count on you

Smile like mid-morning dew

When I'm down under, I turn to you




cuz you are my addiction

I can see clearly

prancing with bits of u ins'e me

eagles, making me free

cuz you are my addiction.

(fade) you are my addiciton

(fade) you are my addiciton




Richa Gupta (50)


The hollow body I see

On the long road of addiction

Wasted and twisted in agony

Crying for release




Slave to the demands

Addicted to the "E"

Where has he come from

Who is he??

No name, no identity

In the sea of human waste

He is just an addict

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Konfessioner Singh(120)


It’s not easy to…

Shut up, I’m turning it off.

How many times will you turn it off? She’s gone mad, she’ll hear it after we’re gone...

Mahtob, snap out of it yaar… You can’t do this to yourself!

Meera…it’s not like you didn’t go through it…

You both are lovesick bitches, I’ve had enough I’m…

… see you guys, gotta catch the 6:15.

Yeah Meeru, call..

You think the bitch is gonna call? …hai meraaaa dill!

Mahtob get over it, actually don’t. It’s the only addiction you’re ‘allowed’ haha!

Bitch…oh I loveeee this line…

She walks off.

Dammit, where’s that song… did I delete it? Wish I could delete him.

“Don’t sway… ever go away.. sway my way…” shit.shit.shit…



Thursday 24 January 2008

Winter

Winter


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Arnav (115)


Winter in Shimla, brings back fond memories. One cold wintry morning it suddenly dawned on me that all that we had been studying in physics was true. Water in the pipelines had frozen, the pipes had burst and I was in no mood to take a bath anyway. Snow had made the trees heavier (physics) and they fell on electricity power cables. Shorting them (physics). No electricity. Body shivering involuntarily (Biology). Mom telling me to fetch snow from the top of a hill, so she could put it into a utensil and make water to drink, by heating on the stove. I protested - we had child labour laws, u know. But again, fond memories...



Blah Queen (125)




I MISS THE WARMTH


Conversation 1:


“It’s so friggin’ cold here. I just want to remain in bed.”

“Aah…I love that!”

“No Nabila…I was in Goa some days back. It was sunny. I was in the water and was just so happy under the sun. It was warm!”

“So, you too think winters are depressing?”

“Of course they are!”


Conversation two:


“How is the weather there, Nabila?”

“It’s nice and cold. I love it.”

“I wonder why people find winters depressing.”

“I wonder too. It is such a lovely season. Isn’t it?”

“Yeah! Sitting in a cozy club, sipping beer, watching it snow outside, sounds perfect, doesn’t it?”

“Umm…yeah… I just wish it was always winters.”

“Always?”

“Yah…It’s the only time in the year when I see my father.”



Mandappa KC (124)


Winter's (song)


I stood on my porch

Sipping on my tea

And I stared out in to the land

The river flowed older

And the wind blew colder

and louder got Dave Mathew's band




Frost-bitten green

Lay all around me

As she came running on home

She stood afar and shivered

While inside I shuddered

Why cant she throw me a bone




Then I sang to myself…

Of an old country tale

Of winter's breeze and rain

I saw through the cloud

And I had no doubt

It was blowing to ease my pain




I saddled up my beauty

Picked out my bags

headed for a ride to the lake

I rolled up a smoke

And thought an old joke

As I danced through winter's charade




Kavish Sinha (120)



Winter Blues...


It is deep January.


Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath. The instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.


The sun has turned his face away. Water stands as stone and numbness. My Earth is a vale of grief. The instinct to be half dead all winter is so strong in me.


Frost to me is bleak and I see strangeness in my eyes.


My flowers are dead. My fishes succumb.


These are the cruelest months…of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sere.


Yet, somewhere in the depth of winter, I learn an invincible summer within me. The instinct to live completely all winter is so strong in me.


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Coffeeismypoison (110)


(not up for the kompetiton as Dr. Sweta’s out.of.station!)


And i saw

...in my first winter,
a chilling freeze
as a mist
when i breathe.

...my cold,red nose
sniffed delicacies to eat
my warming quilt
my dog on my feet.


...in the winters to follow
i foresaw
what others could too
but for sheer awe.


wiser now
wiser how!


...in all my winters
seen as one
i saw few precious
faces of perfection.


wiser now
wiser how!


let me share
magical fare!
to delight thou
make you stare...


sunlight in winter
honey on ginger
rum in a cold
wisdom of the old


innocenct mischief
reality surreal
velvets royal feel
his hands warming mine


who says love isn't all divine?



Genuine Fake (109)


YOU


Walking in the lanes of life,

Less with pain yet more with strife,

I passed by YOU that winter day,

And felt my troubles melt away…


Turning back, I walk to YOU,

He looked at me and saw me through,

My soul stirred and my “self” smiled,

Feelings did dawn, tender and mild…




As I sat by the bay,

Thoughts of YOU made my mind sway,

It was long since I felt this way,

Despair increased, as I wanted to convey,




That I need YOU now more than ever,

Hold my hand and be mine forever,

Let my love never die,

Lead me to my “ocean” of joy …





Rush.me (120)


5:58 am...
The hand laid across the warm skin, sought to feel the tenderness lost millions of hours ago... The eye tried to locate the morning sun amidst the darkness...
He fancied a hot shower... she thought of the last shower together...


5:59 am
The hand gently moved, yearning for that forgotten proximity... The eye looked around, searching for something, someone???
His reverie of thoughts focused on the once-love-of-his-life... She fought to reclaim the once lost love.


6:00 am
The Hand gently touched the Other, embracing it...The eye spilled a sorry tear, may be the last one...
He moved closer, skin to skin, assuming winter had arrived... She smirked in all innocence, thanking. Winter had arrived...
Buzz...
Buzz...
(The Alarm)


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Shweta Srivastav (138)


Shivers running down the spine

Hundred excuses not to leave the warmth of the 'razai'

Strolling in the chilly dawn wind

The crunch of fresh snow under the feet

The beauty of a snowy winter day


Catching the first flakes on the tongue

Snowmen with button eyes and carrot nose

Snow angels and sledge slides

Kids full of glee: merry time

A dash of colour in a sea of white

The beauty of a snowy winter day


The smell of burning wood in the fireplace

Sitting down with a book and dreaming away

Craving for 'gajar ka halwa'

'ek cup chai'

The beauty of a snowy winter day


Sneaking in with freezing hands

Cold touch on a warm face

That warm gaze

His hand in mine


A hug and a smile


The beauty of a snowy winter day




Nandini Sen (122)



Autumn rolled back his rust-gold cloak and Winter descended in her pristine white gown.
Crossing the mountains, she blew kisses, it turned foggy.
Descending further, she twirled her gown, flakes of snow floated about.
She smiled, snow started to form ice.
Winter sighed, the valley shivered.


Sleighs, snowmen, bonfires dotted the landscape. Bears hibernated, birds flew south. It was a kaleidoscope of blankets, mufflers, sweaters, heaters. Rosy cheeks, red noses, huddled people .Hot chocolate, soups, dryfuits.


Winter happily surveyed her handiwork, and saw Spring was already laying out her veil of new green.


When Winter reached back, the other Seasons gave her the customary high fives & hugs, and Winter knew she’d done her job well for another year.



Truth Dude (116)


Dreaming of Immortals


High in the mountains Thor awaited his friend.
The Mjolnir crackled with electricity. Here on the holiest of grounds, it was bursting with power.



Thor, the mighty Lord of thunder and lightning stood patiently. Under the starlit sky with icy peaks gleaming all around him, he waited. He heard the bull before he saw his friend. And so came Rudra.


Thor greeted his friend with a handshake that could crush a mountain. And Rudra just smiled.
At the zenith of winter, when the Gods retreated to their comfortable mansions, these two friends, rekindled the warmth of friendship.


And I woke up to freezing winds, lightning in the skies and Mt. Kailas standing tall on the horizon!



Mickey the Monkey (118)




It was a chilly winter morning.
I was on my daily jog.
Suddenly it started to pour.
I ran under a porch for shelter.
I was drenched, my body shivering with cold.
I saw, near the wall, some burning coal.
I started to blow them to ignite fire and get some heat.
"Those are not ember, monkey, those are ripe red fruits."
I saw Virmani mocking at me, Purple Krown perched precariously over his head.
"With hands and feet, you look like a man.
You're even tailless!
Don't you have a brain too?"
This was enough to infuriate me.
I snatched his Krown and shattered it into pieces.
"Teasing a monkey! this will teach you a lesson, Surdie"


Richa Gupta (117)


It was my first winter

in this foreign land.

I felt like an uprooted tree

into the snow from the sand. (am from Rajasthan)


The night fell early,

the trees were all bare.

It looked as if the end was coming,

no more did God care


Then came the first snow,

Softly…silently…very white.

It settled on the road, on the grass,

nestling in the arms of the trees it sighed.


The world looked totally different,

a quiet magic filled the air.

It looked peaceful and serene

a white blanket everywhere.


I felt strange, almost exhilarated;

All the bare branches and getting dark at three

was just God prepping the world

before He got into his winter spree



Dok Saab (94)


Aha Winter!!
Will it last….. Forever
.



Central heating
Cozy fur blanket
Steaming cappuccino
Latest bestsellers
Listening Careless Whispers
.


Flaming Bonfire
Roasted chicken
Bacardi, Smirnoff
Loads of friends
Partying whole night
.


Trip to Kufri
Playing whole day
Skiing, skating
Throwing snowballs
Fun filled vacations
.


.
Chilled breeze
Frosted pavements
Tattered shanty
Freezing taps
Dying embers


.
Coughing children
Shivering in cold
Nothing to eat
Insufficient rags
Huddled with street dogs


.
Foggy morning
Cold white sun
Damp wood
Stiff icy hands
Unable to work

.

Oho Winter!!
Will it last….. Forever







The Red Ronin (115)


The sky is stark and grey as pale sunshine se

eks a mirror in the ashen snow draping the barren earth. The bare trees stand up rigid and brittle in the face of bitter cold while the wild wind howls eloquent. The sea batters the shores with waters colder than sharp steel knives. In this bleak horizon a tiny flower dares to bloom in the cold winter snow. The world all around it is frigid and cold, but yet it flowers on with all its might, this fertile whore.


All around her the snow falls, without hesitation. Why does it snow? She grows cold without an answer...


But does the snow know it chills her heart?


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Konfessioner Singh (120)


Warming my hands in her lap she

looked further than far
and I followed her eye to wherever that was…
Over peace-stead,
into the sighing silver oak trees,
beyond covered-passage
into green woods that were deep…

I waited and thought.
(just like little girls seldom do than oft’)
Then ventured to ask,
in a certain voice,
and with a brave heart,
What is it mama?


My little heart now wishing
she thought what I thought.

No nothing poppet…
It’s just old winter coming along.
Oh…

said a small voice disappointed and all…


But!
She heard, and she smiled.
Then tucking two curls,
behind my affronted pink ears--
Hmmm…Did somebody’s tummy say
Apple-Pie?
Haaa! How did YOU know!
Ha ha…just winter!