Klash of the Konfessioners

Our Experiments with Wordpress

2008-11-30T16:28:00.002+05:30

Every one in the blogging world is talking about Wordpress, the new blog-engine. So the Musketeers also wanted to try this. When we saw wordpress and its cool tools and ease of posting , we were impressed. We urged, and were allowed by the Konfessioners to try wordpress for next few Klashes. Our continuance on wordpress, or return back to Blogspot will depend upon your reaction and the Konfessioners consent. We hope to hear from you in this respect.

Klash at WordPress is an effort by the Three Musketeers to ease their own plight at being thoroughly incompetent with the iconic blogger. This blog in no way dilutes the history of Klash. It merely attempts to add a new page to it.

This site is still in its experimental stage. So bugs and inaccuracies will prevail. Your patience is solicited.

Your suggestions/opinions as to whether klash should remain at blogger are precious to us. Leave us a line at submissionsknk@gmail.com

Mask

2008-11-13T12:58:00.016+05:30

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Mask

1. A covering for the eyes, mouth, or whole face. 2. Something that conceals or disguises something else, for example, true motives or feelings. 3. A representation of a face used as an ornament or decoration. 4. The face or facial markings of some animals, for example, foxes and raccoons. 5. A template used to control the pattern of conducting material deposited or etched onto a semiconductor chip. 6. A facial preparation used to tighten the skin and remove impurities, applied to the skin as a paste and allowed to dry before being removed. 7. A guard, often a sheet of paper, placed over areas of unexposed photographic film to stop light from hitting it.

Genuine Fake (116)

Smile at the missed train and bus every morning when you want to give it all up – a new day has begun.
Enjoying silly jokes cracked by seniors at work when all you want to do is get back home – looking good for the next appraisal, honey.
Being delighted at the sight of your least favourite food, when you yearn for some spice -- tired ma gets her quantum of solace.
Allowing your kid to tug at you, even when you are asleep – C'est la vie.
Looking eye to eye in the mirror, and never regret ting your actions ever – Priceless.

There are few facades material can buy, for every other mask – there is the Mirror.

DokSaab (118)

I entered into his office hesitantly.
Dim-lit room….light music…huge paintings...

"Say, how can I help you, Miss?"
I sprang. Then I saw him sitting on the sofa.
Around sixty... bald… saintly face… kind, inspiring smile.
"Uncle, I was promised job after Dad's demise. It's been a year now."
"Oh so you are Shukla's daughter. Arey He was my classmate? Don't worry. I will see you get the job."
His crow feet eyes reminded me of my father. I felt like crying.
He embraced to console me.
I rested my head on his shoulder and wept.
His hug tightened.
Cold lips touched my neck.
Feeling uneasy, I tried to get away.
"Uncle…."
And then he took off his mask.

Juhi, the Fragrant (117)

The dimly lit room rang with laughing voices and flashy masks. Ritta's masquerade party was a success. Hanuman and Cleopatra were getting cozy in a corner, while a Kathakali dancer was showing her samba moves to a fan wielding Inuit. Zorro walked up to where Esmeralda and Pocahontas were sipping drinks, his eyes desperately searching.
"Where's Chandini?" he asked.
"Shantanu? You look sooooo handsome!" said Esmeralda.
"Yes. Wher…? Chandini? Wow! You are the most beautiful geisha I have ever seen." He said.
She smiled and leaning forward kissed him passionately, as she had never done.
When their lips parted, Shantanu couldn't resist. "I love you! Marry me, please?"
"Yes! Oh yes!" squealed Pallavi.
"Pallavi!?" he cried, "B..b…bu..but…whe…?

Nandini Sen (71)

He looked around at the mayhem – blood, gore, destruction. Suddenly the victory did not matter. Something stirred from deep within.
The carefully built mask of aggression, indifference, intoxication of victory was cracking. He felt vulnerable, and strangely very uplifted.
King Ashoka sank to his knees at the battle ground. At that moment, he literally heard the mask encasing his soul, break. His soul was bare, and was getting anointed with peace.

Rashmi Gupta (119)

Inside the innocuous cocoon,
Lies a torrent soul,
Battered to death in a shrinking abyss,
She asked herself, "Who is this, staring at me, through these dead eyes?"
She was left answerless.

"Mom, what are doing in my room??"
"Nothing beta, I just came to clean a bit…"
"And you don't read others things without asking!!"
"Beta, I was just… waise, you write pretty well!"
"Thanks, now, do you mind??"

Looking for answers, damning her doomed fate,
She cried for help.
Looking at her, the other laughed, loathed and scared the blood out of her tiny veins.
"The mask is me."
"I am the mask."

"20 years of marriage and today I come to know that you write too??"

Sweta Singh (118)

The most grotesque mask today is worn by "society".
Incidents engineered to mask love :
A Gujrati man and a Rajput woman, to be married after 2years of convincing their families. The bride was tall, 60kgs, fair .The groom was a head shorter, darker, 40kgs. Bride's mother:
His mother chose my daughter! Its arranged!
[ you'll give your daughter to anybody?]
Never dated! They're just colleagues.
***
Rajput boy, Punjabi girl, "looks" scenario reversed.
Boy's mother :
The wedding was arranged...we were sitting ,making jokes and decided to go for it.
[decision of 7 lifetimes]
***
Masking what makes the world go around- makes the dizzying ride easier. What a shame that it has come down to this.

Mandappa KC (114)

"Whodunnit?" screamed the old man, jumping out of his rocking chair.
The usual kids were running, hollering and jumping around as usual. It was his afternoon routine. To sit in his rocking chair, looking out the front porch. It was his time. No one dared disturb him. Not even the nosy, pesky brats.
But that day, some one had lit a cracker behind his chair. Sending everyone into peals of laughter while sending his heart to his mouth. He screamed in anguish and then in anger.
Everyone giggled and looked around. It was quite the mystery and remained so until his dying day.
Meanwhile God sniggered behind his mask, sitting atop the mulberry bush.

Sowmya (120)

His beard itched while the suit was tight but Rohit drove faster towards the orphanage.

Santa Claus seemed such a stupid idea then, he reminisced. It was to promote his first big movie which ended up a blockbuster.
Three years and five flops later, on a frustrated impulse he visited the orphanage. He won three consecutive awards.
Thus began his Santa visits before every release. In every child's smile he saw fame, cash and awards. But Rohit remembered coming back feeling shallow, guilty and a strange emptiness.

Rohit reached to see Lakshman eagerly awaiting him.
"Thank you Dada. I am going to USA. I will be the best doctor. Promise."
A warm glow engulfed him. Santa's mask had stuck on.

Priyanka Chakraborty (102)

Rachel was torn apart with grief, as she entered the dazzlingly lit ball room, but looking at her, nobody could guess that. Nobody could know the emotional turmoil she was in, because her husband had hitched his ass off with his secretary that very afternoon. But she had to come. This party was essential for her acting career.

She wove her way through the room, chatting with the crème of the theatre and film industry, and charming them with her demeanor. Nobody doubted her. Nobody could see through to her heart. Everything about her seemed genuine to everyone, and she knew, her self-assured and content mask was in place.

Pratik Bubna (120)

I asked him why he wore that mask
He questioned back, "Why do you ask?"
"Some call me by this name, some by another
No one questions my actual identity, why do you bother?"

"I am the one they worship in one form,
I am the one they seek to end in another,
I am the one they haven't really seen,
Yet they define with different faces, my being!!"

They like their definition, concluding they are right,
To know the unknown face, without its sight,
When they don't bother, why do you?
why question the unquestioned, why seek something new?

He never lifts his mask yet many portray him still,
Does God have his own identity, his own free will?

Scribbler (107)

UNKNOWN AMONGST THE KNOWN

Eyes deceive and mirrors lie

They never reveal the true image that's hidden inside

Of people you think you know everything about

You sometimes think twice if you're wrong or right

And all that's in store is a big surprise

But one day for sure it'll unexpectedly strike

And before you know the truth will tear you apart

It can be right now, or just any other day

So be prepared to face it, 'cos it could be just any time

For this world's a maze where most are lost

With people all over the place living a fake life wearing a mask

Ruchika Bajoria (92)

Seeing the people walk around,

And the children play...

I remember how we lied at home;

And sat here all day.

Bunking college, avoiding friends...

We'd sneak back here

And watch the sunset.

We'd walk to church

And kneel to pray;

I'd thank Him for you,

And wish you'd never go away.

Its not the same anymore.

Unspoken words fill the air.

The tongues are resolutely mute;

Our eyes conduct a silent dispute.

Unsure of what's to be.

Unsure of voicing our real sentiments.

We sit alongside,

Wearing the mask of camaraderie.

Sarang Mahajan (120)

The Mask of Choro

Wind stirs the silent night

A dog shifts in the dustbin

“A deadly night,” says Choro

And pulls on his mask green

He steps out in the backyard

To stop a dirty crime

For the thieves all notorious

“This” is the right time

He lurks behind a barrel

Draws his long knife

And patiently awaits the villain

Risking dear life

At the devil’s hour

When the clock-arms huddle together

Choro hears the dreaded sound

Of the footsteps coming nearer

He springs like a thunderbolt

And brandishes his weapon

A rope cuts swiftly

A net catches the felon

“Long have I waited,’ says Choro

“Only to catch you”

The thief shrinks in net

And says, “Meow, meow.”

Pratik Kamani (253)

(Not up for kompetition)

Sitting on the worli sea face, a thousand lights behind me, a clear, lucid full moon felt more an ornamental bearing on the black canvas then the source of light to the very metropolitan I came to call my home.. the waves would placade the horizon with a numb innocence.. With every dying moment I felt the waves more and the girl beside me less.. it all seemed to tell me something beyond the sight, some sort of hidden message, and something made me think of Paulo Coehlo and his Alchemist. It was then at almost midnight of my birth day, that I was born again, I did see clearly and contently, It answered a lot of questions, it cleared a lot of thoughts, the million troubles hovering in my cerebrum about me, my dreams, my girl, my life and the fix all of us find ourselves at some time or the other,, what next? seemed to give answers to its own ciphers…. The answer was stark and beautiful.. amidst the waves I saw my dreams dying, but failed to see the waves coming back, the will to last.… with the moon, I saw its dying glory, but failed to see it everlasting spirit,, , its charisma yielding the absolute power, .. and most of all, how stupid I had been… I failed to see that single tear in my girls eye , masked behind that gratifying sweet smile … for me to rise again.. she wore the mask of hope….

Hullabaloo

2008-10-19T22:33:00.000+05:30

[ Entries Closed]

Ohkay everyone! This is VERY VERY VERY discouraging! This is our FIRST word in 4 months! And including me and my sister, we're all so VERY busy with everything else to do something which brings us all pleasure and satisfaction! This is NOT just a kompetition, its our voice! It's our channel of expression! Please do NOT let me assume that these few entries are all that we as a cult can come up with.

Hullabaloo

1)Great noise or excitement.

Rishi Ghan (113)

“Yes Sir Mr.Gatekeeper, I am God’s insurance agent”, said Mr.Portney, “And my viciousness lies in the fact that I insure God against your mistakes.”

“Excuse me?” Mr.Gatekeeper interjected.

“Yes, you make mistakes, just like the rest of us.”

“And by mistakes you must mean, not letting you in here?”

“That would be correct Mr. Gatekeeper.”

“In that case, Mr. Portney I assure you, my mistake is well compensated for, by ahem, God Himself. And He will surely acknowledge the fact that I did not allow you entry into Heaven. You clearly don’t belong here.”

“That is not for you to judge”

“Whats all the hullabaloo about” God thundered.

“Oh Mr.Gatekeeper’s been a bitch….”

Nandini Sen (108)

Chaos reigned supreme in the ashram. Swamiji was coming to give a lecture, and everything had to be in order. The sweeper was dusting up a storm, the florist and decorators were squabbling over nothing. Carpets were being laid, mikes being tested with the raucous “123 check” Curious devotees were already flocking in.

The hullabaloo was too much for Rambabu, the organizer. He tried to shut out the noise by retreating into another room, but the hullabaloo had seeped into every corner of the ashram.

He smiled and thought how ironic it was that Swamiji was coming to deliver a lecture on “The Importance of Silence in Life”.

Sowmya (120)

"What's this hullabaloo about?" The noise irritated Swati rushing to work.

"They are from that bankrupt financial company. Poor guys, losing their job in a flash! And it's not even their fault." Gayathri shuddered.

"Come on. It's just a job. Opportunities are available everywhere, one just has to look and be positive. Fortune favors the brave." Gayathri smiled indulgently at her colleague's zealous sermon.

An hour later, Swati's tears blurred the pink slip she clutched. "This is unfair! It's not our fault that crude prices are increasing and more people are travelling by trains now", she wailed.

The next day protest rally saw Swati screaming her lungs out. She instinctively turned to hear a passer-by remark, "what's this hullabaloo about?"

DokSaab (91)

The noise was deafening.

Doksaab, when will his fever subside,

Papa, you forgot to deposit my fee,

Boss, the meeting with the minister is at 4.

Beta, I need a pair of new glasses,

Yaar, aren't you coming to the party tonight?

Sir, the patient on bed 3 is serious.

Honey, you are late for dinner again.

I tried to close my eyes, and relax.

The sound grew even louder.

Doksaab,

Papa,

Boss,

Beta,

Yaar,

Sir,

Honey,

I sunk my head deeper into the pillow,

But the hullabaloo failed to die.

Sarang (110)

What’s this rackety hullabaloo?

I’ll say what I say, I’ll do what I do

You idiot morons, what’s it to you?

What me and my girl do in the park,

What me and my friends smoke in the dark,

Whether I care about the people or not,

I keep my morals or leave them to rot,

Leave my business to me, and shoo

What’s this rackety hullabaloo?

Gone are the days when the nation was old

If ever it was a sparrow of gold

Catching up now is the western hold

Give up, and know your culture is sold

Keep quiet, sit tight, don’t make ado

What’s this rackety hullabaloo?

Rashmi Gupta(116)

"Why are you still doing this job??"

She kept stirring and staring at the caffeine vapor…

"It pays you peanuts, drains your energy and drives you insane at the end of the day!"

The dark circles beneath her eyes were defied by the gleam in the hazel dew.

"Listen Mom, I am coming there next month. Get your passport in order. If you are so much in dire straits to work, you can find a decent job here too. Okay bye, take care!!"

The call ended.

The mayhem at the Morgue was enough to keep the hullabaloo in her head at bay. After all, that was the only way she could meet her dead husband, everyday.

Mandappa KC (119)

Joker licked his lips, with a smile across his face.

The interrogator screamed in rage.

“What the fuck is this hullabaloo about. Your death sentence is in 24 hours and I can’t fucking believe you’re smiling.”

Joker’s smile broadened.

The interrogator banged his fists on the table. “This time you’re not getting away.”

He slams the door shut and joins his colleagues on the other side of the one way mirror.

Joker stares at them intently, smiling, like he can see through.

They watch him, a tad scared.

The interrogator still beamed at him, with a “what-the-fuck-can-you-do?” expression.

Joker smiles. They can’t hear him say.

“This is your hullabaloo. Fuck you too.”

Kaboom.

They’re blown to bits. He’s free.

Seema Kashyap (120)

Kashiram was reclining on his charpaayi on a hot summer day, thinking of everything and nothing in particular. He had placed the charpaayi under the shade of the biggest mango tree in the orchard, yet sweat dribbled down his back and disappeared into his dhoti every few minutes. Suddenly he heard a cackle of kids screams and shouts. Cursing, he rose up in a somnambulance of a summer afternoon, lifted his lathi and lumbered towards the voices. The neighborhood kids were his worst enemies- always trying to steal his mangoes. “Stop this bloody hullaballoo, get out..!”, he shouted as he emerged from the trees…only to come face to face with the meanest looking cobra he had ever seen! Hissssss! “AAAgh”!

Mickey(92)

Bang-Bang

Vrooom

Dhadaaam

Boom

Fizzzz

The cotton ear-plugs and the thick woolen muffler wrapped around my ears failed to stop this great commotion. I had not been able to sleep for past three nights due to this pandemonium.

What's this hullabaloo, Jane, I asked her assuming that being a human, she must be knowing why these village people were creating such uproar.

-Oh Monkey, they are celebrating Dipawali, the festival of light.

But why are they spoiling our peace. We also celebrate, but tell me Jane, have we ever disturbed their peace?

Ruchika Bajoria(114)

"Ruchiiii, come back here! No safari park for you!"

"Uff Amu, why are you yelling? And STOP running around both of you!"

Amu looked at her masi petulantly and said, "but, but, she has my book! And I was reading it!"

"But, but, di isn't playing with us. All she does is put her nose in her books! Ughh."

Smriti looked at them carefully. Neither showed any sign of relenting. "Ruchi, give Amu her book."

"I knew you would say that. But me and mini need a third person to play!"

"I don't want to play! Now give me my book."

"I wont, I wont!"

"Masiii…"

"Buaaaa…"

Smriti sighed! The hullabaloo had started again!

Priyanka Chakraborty(107)

"Aaaaarrgghh.."

"We need to take her to the hospital..she's in labor.."

"I know mom..am trying to get through to the doctor.."

"Aaayyiiiaaahhh…forget the doc…get me into the ward first.."

"Yeaa darling..am taking out the car..hang on.."

"You are going to drive..?? Isn't that dangerous.."

"Dad, its 2:45 in the morning, we won't get a taxi.."

"Just go…go go…aaaaaaarrrgghh.."

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"Sissssterrr…"

"Ok, ok..calm down..we are in charge now"

"Someone call the doc…"

"Where's my hubby…where's my doctor…shittttttt...yyaaarrgghhh.."

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"Doc's here…I'm here baby…don't worry.."

"Yes, don't worry..you are doing good…ok..one more push..that's a good girl.."

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A cry to outdo all that hullabaloo..and smiles all around.. "It's a girl"

Richa Gupta(104)

" this is just my reflection on the financial chaos in the US and the insecurity and fear everyone is living with everyday. specially us, the ex-pats in the financial sector"

The market crashed

The banks collapsed

What a mess, what a to do

Everywhere a big hullabaloo

Debates and fights in the senate

700 billion dollars they want

The big financial giants we shall rescue

What a mess, what a hullabaloo

I am just glad I have a job

Never shall I complain about it again

At least I have food on the table for two

I am not caught in this hullabaloo

Arrow

2008-10-15T19:16:00.000+05:30

This is where we stopped to rest for a while. Four months passed since .

The Konfessioners are now busy with certain less important chores of their lives, and have handed over the reins to us , The Three Musketeers :)

This is only a time-gap arrangement amd we eagerly await them to return to there usual posts. Till then we , the musketeers will try to hold post as best as we, DokSaab, Juhi and Ruchika, can.

So till the time we get the takes on the new word, we present before you the five odd takes we received for the last word, Arrow.

These are not up for Kompetition though.

Arrow

A missile having a straight thin shaft with a pointed head at one end and often flight-stabilizing vanes at the other, meant to be shot from a bow.
Something, such as a directional symbol, that is similar to an arrow in form or function.

Sweta (117)

Following His release from Underground, On His way back to Hades, Cerberus fell into an alternate world.

Where some of the local folk indulged in gluttony even as their fellowmen starved to death.

Where one hand helped, the other stabbed.

Where they acted like pigs unabashedly then worried about becoming obese.

Where their frontal sympathy was followed posteriorly by "I knew it".

Where honey toned words disguised poisonous intentions...

Cerberus was brave, but these natives frightened Him. He wondered why his three heads scared mortals possessing infinite faces to go with their heads. He prayed to the Gods and tail tucked twit his legs He shot away like an arrow from a bow, hoping to hit home.

Nandini Sen (120)

Cupid’s work life’s in jeopardy. Big Boss is displeased.

Shooting his arrow on a victim is easy. But the work behind it is tedious. It takes time filling each arrow with the love potion, which in itself is pure and hard to get.

His opposite number from Satan’s team is acting faster. He’s mass produced arrows, filled it with cheap juice, and shoots blindly.

People are falling in lust, and even before Cupid can shoot the love arrow, the side effects of the cheap juice ensure jealousy hit the victims harder, leaving the heart (where love potion is injected) scarred.

Cupid needs help – more helping hands, more conducive hearts. He’s on a recruiting spree – do you wanna join his team?

Dok Saab (63)

Can you see the head of that bird?

Which bird, O Master.

Can't you see the bird sitting on that branch?

What branch, O Great One.

The tallest branch of that banyan tree.

Sorry Master, I cannot see the tree.

Then what do you see?

One eye is all I can see.

That's perfect, O Parth, your arrow can never miss the target.

Sowmya (113)

When his visitors left, he turned to his wife. "I have to do my duty."

"The consequences can be terrible for you."

"But they are right. Think of that young girl. It will make a world of difference."

"I'll come with you."

Armed with his bow and arrows he began his journey accompanied by his cuckoo, parrot, the gentle breeze, the lovely season of spring and his ever-loving, dutiful wife.

Their presence made the atmosphere cheerful and him hopeful. He saw the girl arrive. This was his chance. One arrow should do the trick. His wife prayed. Just as Kamadeva fired his passion filled arrow at Lord Shiva, his third eye blazed open……..

Priyanka (118)

It was the end of November. Ayodhya had been decorated lavishly. Lord Rama had come back after fourteen years of exile, vanquishing the rakshas raaj of Ravana. The glory and bravery of Lord Rama and Lakshmana, told and re-told; their heroics making the whole country rejoice. Rama, Sita and Lakshmana were clothed in the best of silks and jewellery. The priests chanted their mantras and the devotees offered their prayers in the huge temple. It was a sight to behold. I knew the photographs would come out beautifully. As I stood in the open courtyard, in the chilly night, I thought, "Lord Rama could have done with one of those nice and warm shirts from ARROW. It’s freezing."

Clash

2008-06-13T18:21:00.000+05:30

CLASH

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1. to make a loud, harsh noise: The gears of the old car clashed and grated. 2. to come together or collide, esp. noisily: The cymbals clashed. 3. to conflict; disagree: Their stories of the accident clashed completely. 4. (of juxtaposed colors) to be offensive to the eye. 5. to engage in a physical conflict or contest, as in a game or a battle (often fol. by with): The Yankees clash with the White Sox for the final game of the season.

[ENTRIES CLOSED]

Nikhil (120)

There was a shadow lurking in her closet,
Reminding her of somebody, some time in her life,
When she met someone, felt something in her heart,
They were noticed, there were speculations, rife.
They knew they met for a reason,
Not worrying about a single rumor, or backlash,
Spinning the wheel on their lives,
They knew their lives had had a clash

Times changed, he changed too.
He cared about the world more than he ever did.
Whenever the cameras flashed
She tried to be composed, chirpy and candid
One day he left, leaving her alone,
Wondering, pondering, about what caused the strife
There was a shadow lurking in her closet,
Reminding her of somebody, some time in her life…

Juhi, the Fragrant (118)

Clash! Crash! Clatter! Bang! Chhnnnnnn……! Suddenly the house reverberated with sounds similar to a thunderstorm. “What happened? What did you break? Did you hurt yourself!!?” Suman called out as she frantically tried to get out of the bed, rudely awakened from a deep sleep. “Don’t you dare get out of that bed!” warned her husband’s voice. “Everything’s under control. I have just…dropped…err…a few things.”

Suman sighed. She rued the silly kitty party that her mother-in-law had made her attend, as a result of which she was suffering from this horrible food poisoning. And more importantly, Prashant’s intense love and care.
“Suman! The doctor has advised complete rest!” His strangled voice still echoed in her head and she smiled.

Nandini (97)

A tremendous clash was taking place. The alien had invaded unchartered territory, and it had to be broken down. The pancreas knew that to avoid damage, it will have to produce more enzymes. However the alien object was putting up a fight. Pancreas pumped more enzymes, the small intestine quivered with the impact.

Sunita clutched her stomach and sat down. She wished she had not indulged in her third samosa. The clash in her stomach was making her feel sick.

She popped a Diegene, the clash subsided. Pancreas had won and Sunita managed to digest her samosa.

Coffee is my Poison (120)

"UGH... is he colorblind? His shirt clashed totally with his trousers!" said Ruchi.
"That’s not reason enough to say no..." retorted her mother.
"YEAH? Well is the fact that he doesn't talk sense and that everything he’s done so far is like a terrible comedy of errors and he’s blissfully unaware reason enough...? When Sweta asked him, if he was into any physical sports he said he liked videogames."

"No ones perfect, neither are you."

Her mom was wrong about that, She did know the perfect guy... only he wasn't ready for marriage. She didn't know if she could wait any longer. Pressures were mounting, Parents, Pundits and everyone unconcerned took it upon themselves to back her into a corner.

Priyanka Chakraborty (118)

Perseus reached the island of Medusa. There lying around were the statues of innumerable men, turned into stone. Perseus knew he had to be careful not to look at Medusa directly, else he would also be turned to stone. He constantly kept looking in his highly-polished shield, for a sign of her. Suddenly, there was a high-pitched scream….

Shobhu, the director shouted "CUT!! This is ridiculous. Som, can't you look where you are stepping. Javed is a human being, not a statue. We have to finish this by tomorrow, and we haven't even proceeded to Act 2. Gear up guys, come on..PLEASE…"

To himself, he said, "This is not 'Clash of the Titans', its clash of the morons."

Sowmya (118)

"Not another grand-daughter". His mother's renewed chanting brought him back to the present….. this familiar agonizing wait when every second dragged on for a whole minute. He remembered his previous three visits…futile visits waiting for his son. "This time will be different", he smiled. Finalizing a name for his son would kill those cruel hours. No! That's what he did last time. Bad luck! He played with the blue stone ring…which was to bring him good luck. Or would his astrologer be proved right? Will he be the last son of his lineage? He prayed.

"What a beautiful girl!", the panting nurse broke his reverie He slumped into his chair. Who has ever won the clash against destiny?

Rashmi (120)

"So, How Was Your Day???"
"Okay..... Nothing Great... Usual Stuff.....What About You.....??"
"It Was Quite Constructive....."
"Oh, So You Mean To Say You Managed To Consume Less Than 1 Packet Of Cigarettes??"
"Dad.....Not Again!!!"
"Why Not???"
"What's Smoking Gotta Do Constructivism.....?? It Was About This New AIDS Awareness Program I’ve Enrolled In.....Educating People About Safe S** And Myths About HIV…."
"Isn't It Just Great….. First Misuse S** And Then Spread Awareness…"
"Dad, You Won't Understand.... It's Not Like That.....Having S** Is A Not A Mistake....."
"Okay.....What Would You Think About God Make A Mistake.....By Creating S**!!"
"Its Not A Blunder But Close To It.......The Ignorance....."
"You And Your Values Are A Blunder Itself......"

The Clash Continues... . . . .

Arvind Kumar (109)

He moved quickly before she realised that he was in the aisle just next to the one she hung around in. He was the predator of people's spaces but her presence gave him the shivers. She was wild in her ways. The last time she caught up with him, she had been hanging from the ceiling and had dropped to eye level in less than a second and given him that killer look followed by the sticky kiss.. Their eyes had clashed and sparks flew. Had it been "Love at first sight" or "The Clash of the Spiders." He simply did not want such an aggressive woman in his life.

Ruchika Bajoria (98)

A tempest in all its glory,
Surrenders to instincts predatory.
Lashes out on the destroyers of Isis...
To claim what is rightfully its.

Wind howling in trees hollow…
Water collecting in crevices shallow;
Clouds collecting to form a blanket;
Rain falling to claim its debt.

The clash of thunder,
And the flash of lightning...
The swish of the breeze;
And the sound of water crashing.

The spirited sky lets loose its wrath!
Man bows to tempestuous plans.
If only sanity had prevailed...
If only destructive ideas had been quailed...
Isis wouldn't be angered;
And man wouldn't be endangered.

Santonu (120)

Highway seemed to be endless, as the powerful lights of the SUV, Sumit bought last week, tore through it. Light was extremely focused as were the people inside. Rachna now sitting next her hubby in the rear sit, they wanted to bring their small car but Baba announced, "for family trip all of us has to be together….we will go by the car Sumit has bought..". Eight people felt extremely comfortable to fit themselves inside, but that was when they started, before Sumit started talking about his prosperity sitting at the driver's sit. Three long days and everyone is uncomfortable to fit themselves in. Sumit was no longer driving the car and people. Silence prevailed inside as the egos clashed.

Sarang (116)

“Sachin Tendulkar treated me with utter disdain, then. He tore apart my balling. But I was only a debutant in that series. Now, I just know how to bring him down in his own lair. I’ll have my vengeance.” - Shane Warne, before the famous 1998 Australia tour of India.

“The biggest clash of the decade begins today. Will Sachin be good enough for Shane Warne, the greatest leg-spinner ever, on the turning pitches?” – Media, at the morning of the first test match.

“I still wake up with a jolt in night. I get nightmares of Sachin dancing down the track and hitting me out of the park.” – Shane Warne, weeks after the tour concluded.

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Shadow

2008-05-26T10:02:00.000+05:30

SHADOW

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1. a dark figure or image cast on the ground or some surface by a body intercepting light. 2. shade or comparative darkness, as in an area. 3. shadows, darkness, esp. that coming after sunset. 4. shelter; protection: sanctuary in the shadow of the church. 5. a slight suggestion; trace: beyond the shadow of a doubt.

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Richa (66)

Famine, Tsunami, Floods
Hunger clawing at the intestines

Bombs, Attacks, Guns
Terror numbing the mind

They tell me
I live...
...in the shadow of death

I refuse
to give up
To give in
to such morbidity

Rain, Thunder, Sunshine
The celestial music loud yet mild

Flowers, Butterflies, Rainbows
The joyous laughter of a child

I tell them
I choose…
…to live in the shadow of hope

Santonu (117)

The blue line at the horizon was captivating, fading sunlight and the dark cloud hovered around me. The sun was setting. The shadows of uncertainty grew with the shadows of the trees, I was bone tired, the last man standing at the battle field. I sold my company today! The one I built with my own hand. Warm tears were flowing through the cheeks. I was waiting for my friends to come and sit besides me, quietly, but they never came and their shadows danced and mocked at me. I am tired and alone today, standing under this dim light I talked slowly with my shadow for long, it too deserted me as the darkness set in.

Mickey (120)

“Mickey, don’t you go out now”, shouted Dadima, “not till the eclipse is over”
“But Dadi, this is my playtime.”
“The God is in trouble and you want to play, stay here and pray with me.”
“What trouble Dadi, it’s just a solar eclipse, moon’s shadow falling on earth.”
“That demon Rahu has engulfed the Sun, and you say it’s just a shadow.”
“But Mom says…..”
“You and your Mom, She also never heeds to my advice.
Last eclipse, she argued it’s just a shadow.
You were in her womb, and despite my warning she went to her college.
Look what happened, you were born with this defect.”
I could feel it heat up as she pointed towards my tail.

Dok Saab (100)

A small bush it was,
old and stunted.
It had been there
always
for so many years,
calm dull bush,
just surviving.
I had never seen
it go dry,
shed leaves
or, flower.
*
But today,
suddenly
it was struggling
to survive.
Exposed.
Unaccustomed
to the rays of the sun
its leaves wilting.
Used only to cool breeze
it seemed to uproot
as the hot gusty wind blew.
*
But to me
it was more alive
today.
*
Even though
it had always
seemed to lived
under the shadow
of the banyan tree.
The big banyan tree
which fell
last night.

Sowmya (120)

"Can't believe this Swati! Look at yourself", Gayathri was fuming.
You have nothing left. Your children, job....why did you give up everything? For Arvind?
Gayathri thought of the enthusiastic and bubbly Swati who charmed everyone around her. People fell in love with her inspite of themselves. Everyone wanted to be with her since laughter & fun were guaranteed. Then she fell for Arvind….
Looking at her pale and spiritless sister, Gayathri could not help screaming, "What have you done to yourself? You were not like this".
"I loved to talk, Arvind liked silence. I loved my job, he felt threatened. I wanted children, he was not interested. I loved sunshine, he preferred darkness. All I am now is a shadow".

Coffee is my Poison (120)

The shadows don’t leave my dreams, my life. They chase me.

"Any female friends? Generally girls have girlfriends?" asked Dr. Singh, my psychiatrist.
"Not really."
"Why?" he persisted.
I didn't reply.

I'll tell your parents, I'll lie and they'll hit you. Do what I say. Touch me.
Here, and here... caress me. Act like you want me.
My six year old mind felt too sick to think. Ever since she hit puberty I was suffering the consequences.
Girls I found, even when I grew older, could be such FUCKING bitches, and unapologetic about it. Better being lonely than "friends" with them.

I turned on the lights, in my heart and my mind...
The shadows, will flee. I won't suffer them.

Yuvraj Jhaa (118)

Blank stage. Hard sunlight.
Remaltron — wearing posh clothes.
Stangtron — wearing middle class clothes.

(Remaltron) —sweating— There is something dark…really dark…at night it engulfs me…it takes over…its everywhere.
(Strangtron) —calm but curious— Where is it now?
(Remaltron) —further sweating— Look behind me…it follows me…it will follow me till eternity.
(Strangtron) —loosing his calm— WHERE is it?
(Remaltron) —without turning— Look…it must be somewhere.
(Strangtron) —angry— There’s just your shadow!
(Remaltron) —fear takes over— Yes!…is it there?…is it near?
(Strangtron) —alarmed— What is wrong with you?
(Remaltron) —speaking low— Its pitch black, and when it seeps into me after sunset…(weeping) it takes over.
(Remaltron) —speaking to himself— Its nothing…nothing but your religion, that has devoured you of beauty…and instilled fear.

Sarang (120)

Lallan sells pirated CDs on a carpet at Gandhi Putla Chowk. A booming business. Teenagers flock in for the latest movies. But that’s not the real secret of his success. They visit repeatedly for the blue-films he hides under his carpet. They only have to say ‘Bapu’, the code-word for BP, and he produces a bunch of them with mouth-watering pictures and provoking titles like – ‘Sali, Puri Gharwali.’

‘How do you manage it?’ a man asked astonished.

‘The kind shadow of this statue of Bapuji protects me from sun,’ he answered.

‘No, I mean this illegal business.’

‘Ah, that I do under the kind shadow of cops,’ he says spitting aside. ‘I give them five Gandhis a day.’

Nandini (120)

Seeing his wife laugh with her childhood friend, a shadow of doubt appeared in his mind. Gloom descended, he started to waste himself. Work filled late nights, shutting out of loved ones, the shadow turned to depression.

Wife’s anxiety grew, and he ended up visiting a doctor.

“Tension” was the doc’s verdict.

“Why” was wife’s reaction

Silence was the man’s defense.

One day, after another sleepless night, he glanced at the mirror and saw a mere shadow of his former self and a big shadow covering his mind.

Enough! he decided. He pulled back the curtains, let the sunshine filter through the room, and his mind. He had to get the lighting right, illuminate his mind, to vanquish the shadow.

Juhi, the Fragrant (120)

“Mooooom!” My 2 year old son was running across the playground as fast as his pudgy little legs could carry him, and shouting louder than his lungs would ever have allowed.
“What?! What happened?” I was terrified that something had happened to him, while I was gossiping with that no good Swati! “Did someone say something to you? Did you fall off the swing?”
“Swing?! Those are for GIRLS! I am a BOY.” Declared my almost a metre high son.
“Oh?!” I sighed. “Mom…” inching closer he whispered “there is someone following me.” “Oh?! Who is it?” I looked around wondering. “Not up, look down” my son admonished. I complied and burst into peals of laughter. It was his shadow.

Ruchika Bajoria (110)

While traversing the pathways of the moors, he didn't pause to appreciate its beauty. If only he hadn't been such a rash fool. He should've spoken with care. If he didn't get there soon, it would be too late. The brewing tempest outside, articulated his inner turmoil.

He entered her chambers stealthily. Head bent in thought, her back towards him, she was the embodiment of ethereal beauty. He moved closer and his shadow fell upon her. Fear constricted his throat as he reached for her. She crumpled in his arms. Lifeless and sunken, there were shadows under her eyes. In her death, she was a shadow of her true self!

Lord Summer, the Stallion Poet (111)

To the distant land of Far-far-away
I left once in the morning all alone
The road was empty like a bald human’s head
Boredom was deep in my bone

‘What a dreary trip, still two days to reach,’
I whispered feeling sad
‘Yes, O yes! You’re always so right,’
Someone answered… scaring me bad

I swung my head from side to side,
‘Who’s that?’ I cried out shrill.
I jumped up high, when my Shadow answered
‘It’s me, O Stallion of Steel.’

I ran hard and straight, right till sunset
And there I was, at Far-far-away
My Shadow sniggered, ‘Thank me later for the ride.’
‘We’ll meet in the morning anyway!’

Mandappa (116)

"Shadows"
Its hours before sunrise
Hours after the fireflies
When reality fades away
And the shadows come to play

It's four in the morning
And the dawns not breaking

Mind numb from sleeplessness
Sleepless from numbness
Colours begin to go away
When the shadows take over the day

It's four in the morning
And the dawns not breaking

Dizzy, tipsy from the night over
The bed and sleep, still a distant cover
Headaches will eat into your day
Until then shadows will drive your way

It's four in the morning
And the dawns not breaking

The shadows in my head
The shadows in my bed
The shadows of reality
The shadows that won't let me be

Rajat Mukherjee (120)

The shadows of my past haunt me; I have failed, over and over again. I still don’t know how I turned up like this, tormented by the despot within, shackled by my senses, inhibited by my own presence, catatonic, I have failed, oh the shadows, I fear them.

Once I thought of winning, I failed, once I thought of loving, I failed, once I thought of redemption, I failed, now I think of living, and I know I shall fail, again, oh the shadows of my past. I fear them, oh the shadows.

I retrospect, all seem nothing but a lay of failure, euphony for others, a swan song for me, oh the shadows, I detest them, I fear them.

Amey Mujumdar (94)

I am the feared obscurity.
Keep away.
But if you are beaten down, I am refuge.
Come to me and recoup.

I am the last place desired.
I hide losers from the brightness.
I shelter them when they are low.
But they survive to step out again.

I have a shifty nature.
I am small when heat is high.
Long when it is low.
But I am with you.

I am the meanest veil.
I shroud your success.
But step out of me and there is light.
Where I am, there is always light.

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Hope

2008-05-08T21:20:00.000+05:30

Hope

(Entries are now CLOSED!)

1. the feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best: to give up hope. 2. a particular instance of this feeling: the hope of winning. 3. grounds for this feeling in a particular instance: There is little or no hope of his recovery. 4. a person or thing in which expectations are centered: The medicine was her last hope. 5. something that is hoped for: Her forgiveness is my constant hope.

Coffee Is My Poison (106)

AnYwAy...

.
all our lives,
we plan and pray
things may not work out
we dream, anyway.

.
look at the divorces,
loves taken a backseat
more 'me', less 'us',
we wed, anyway.

.
we hold our pets,
too close to our hearts
eventually they die,
we love them, anyway.

we study hard,
burn the midnight oil,
we may fail exams,
we try our best, anyway.

life’s often hard,
putting a foot forward,
waking up some mornings,
don't seem worth the discomfort.

in those hard times,
it picks us up,
it never leaves us,
not until we let it so.

its hope it is,
that makes
us live, anyway.

Yuvraj Jha (119)

The wicked winged satire on optimism
Is placing its claws on our jaws
And leading us astray
In the arms of death.
.
Any moment we die is the sacred hour
There is no hope, no soup to turn sour
Hope comes with black wings that devour
The little lost girl hopes for the strange hour
.
We bring the mist of hope in this world
Through the event of our birth
And live in perpetual despair.
.
Hope for the forests of the night
The dead night, that sleeps
In the calm of its existence.
.
“We got our final vision by a clap”
.
Embrace the gloom,
This night we shall swim
Unannounced
To the kingdom.
Not with hope
But with wine.
.

Nandini Sen (120)

Miraben nurtured a hope she’d always live in the ancestral bungalow, but her husband sold it and shifted into a flat.
.
Miraben hoped she’d have two children. However, husband’s want for a son, ensured she produced three daughters before a son.
.
She hoped her children would go abroad for studies. However the eldest dropped school and eloped with neighbour’s son. She hoped her other children would go for big fat Indian weddings, but one didn’t marry, another did a registration. Her son married a foreigner in church.
.
On her deathbed, Miraben’s husband remarked none of her hopes were fulfilled. She smiled saying her ability to hope hadn’t diminished. Even in death she hoped her quality of life would get better.
.

Dok Saab (120)

"Is there any Hope, Swami ji?" Rukmini was looking expectedly at Swami Ji.

"Beta, where there is Faith there always is Hope."

"Hopeless," Doctor Sweta's remarks were still ringing in her ears, "You have no chance."

"But Swamiji, the Doctor said it's impossible."

"Nothing is impossible for those who believe.

Just apply this bhasm on your husband's forehead every morning.

Soon your house will reverberate with a baby's cry."

She returned from the ashram, her heart full of hope.

Rohan was anxiously waiting for her.

"Biwi, I have decided, we are not going in for IVF.

It is so uncertain."

"But Swamiji said…."

"Leave Swamiji alone, we are going to adopt that cute girl we saw last week at EHSAAS."

Juhi (61)

The barren land hid in its depth a creature so dreadful, that even Pandora wouldn’t let it out. The beautiful girl in white scrounged for it. Her hair disheveled and her eyes wild, she dug her small fingers into the merciless sand. Suddenly, her face lifted and her misty blue eyes reflected it. She had finally found it. Her lost hope.

Ruchika Bajoria (116)

I gazed out the window at the parched land craving the elixir of life – water.

A silent prayer heavenwards, a furtive glance towards the sky, an earthen pot on her head…she made the journey towards a pond which had almost run dry.

Why did she even bother to go when disappointment was assured?

With my curiosity peaked, I beckoned her. Folding her hands in a show of subservience, she entered The Grand Hall.

"Jee Hukum."

"Why go to the pond knowing that it is dry?''

With an unidentifiable look in her eyes she said "What sustains you now that Hukum is at War and you hear no news? It is hope that sustains us both."
.

. .

Shantaram (120)

Rocky: ‘I was hopin’ to talk to you for a while.’
Rita: ‘Sure. Shoot away.’
Rocky: ‘Ehm, erm, ehm…’
Rita: ‘Oh. My reply is, err, urk, err…’
Rocky (laughs tentatively): ‘Nah, I mean, I was hopin’ to take you out on Saturday.’
Rita: ‘And?’
Rocky: ‘And hopin’ we’d have dinner.’
Rita (smiles meaningfully): ‘And?’
Rocky (all charged up): ‘And… hopin’ we’d go to my place for a coffee?’
Rita: ‘Wow!! And?’
Rocky (swallows): ‘And… I have a nice couch. I was hopin’… we could use it?’
Rita stares angrily.
Rocky (dumbly): ‘What say?’
Rita (stomps away): ‘I hope you were a pig.’
Rocky (gazes): ‘Yuck! She fancies pigs to do it? Hope at least on woman on earth was normal.’
.

Sneha (52)

Is the consciousness
constantly giving me
strength to live?

They say this
world lives on
hope

Perhaps the highest
four letter derivative
that keeps us ticking, ticking
and alive

Hope is life
that overpowers
strife
that keeps hurting like
a knife

Have hope
for a better world
a better tomorrow
that's yours.
.

1st RaY Of tHe SuN (120)

Sometimes, Secretly, She Would Wish… Closing Her Eyes… Collecting Her Broken Self… Putting The Jig-Saw Together… She Hoped No One Would See Her Tears… Prayed That The Smile Fooled Others….

Hope Is What She Clung On…After Every Broken Thread Of Trust… After Every Lie That Rocked The Cradle… Every Deceit That Shook Her Faith.. She Gave Another Chance.. Hope Ruled Her Mind…

The Phone Calls Continued…. The Late Nights Prolonged… The Slight Red Appeared Now-&-Then… His Smell Seems Adulterated…. Each Night, Making Love Felt A Distant Memoir… Fake, Dreamy, Stranger…

She Assumed The 2 Drops Would Just Make Him Ill… A Chance To Care, Another Awakening Of Long-Lost-Love.. But The Thought Went Wrong… Fatally Wrong… And She Hoped to Survive…

Sarang Mahajan (120)

The speck in the ocean was a smoking ship. The dot that moved away from it was the last man to jump out, Captain Demero. There was no room for him on the fleet of boats moving away with the crew, not without sinking one of them. But he did not need any. He had a plan – use the plank he had as a boat and his hands as ores. When the plank gets too wet and sinks, swim. Swim till the last bit of strength. When the strength is gone, bring out Mara’s picture from the pocket and hope it is intact under lamination, for that would be his last hope to cross the hundred miles to home.
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Maggie (2)

Fools Hope!

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Sowmya (105)

"Hope we can be friends", she said. His heart skipped a beat. His most cherished dream was to come true. They became friends, talked, laughed and cried on each other's shoulders. "I think I want to take this further", she said. "I hope u agree". It's a perfect world, he thought. He lavished her with attention, love and care. When she smiled he was ecstatic. I want to get married. Hope u agree. That's what decided he would tell her that day. "My parents found a guy from USA, a millionaire I think. I hope we can still be friends", she said. “We can”, he.

Amey Mujumdar (120)

Backache was gnawing Murari today. His old body lying in a cot wasn’t tolerant anymore. It wouldn’t let him lift his head an inch. But he had to. Somehow. Anyhow. There had been a sound at the door. Someone had pushed it open.

Moving hands aside might help, he figured. But it didn’t. Then legs, perhaps. But nor did that. So there was only one way now.

He jerked his head up; pain singed him. It won’t leave him for hours now.

But he had managed a glance at the door... only to find it was just the wind, not his son who had left him sick and broken years ago.

But he would come one day. Murari would hope.

Mickey (120)

This was the seventh time I had climbed to the tree-top.
It was brown and yellow as far as I could see.
I scanned the sky, not a fleck of cloud was around.
It had not rained since more than six months.
Kuano had never seen such a severe drought before.
Trees were drying, animals dying with hunger.
Kids were thirsty but the village well had dried up.
Worrying about them, don't know when I slept on the branch.

A cold draught woke me up.
The sky was dark, clear, and cloudless.
But the air blowing from west was cold and wet.
Suddenly I saw a bolt of lightening strike the horizon.
A ray of hope glimmered in my heart.

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Rajat Mukherjee (120)

I touched around, four walls, no doors, no windows, was dark, I felt smothered and trapped, as if I was unwanted, detested. I wondered how I made it in there, someone said, I was born in it. I asked, “What about others, are there others like me?” They said, “Yes, there are many, more than you can count”, I asked back, “Are you one of them?” the voice said, “Yes I am. Just the room adjacent to yours”. Couldn’t stop from asking, “How are we alive without light, air, food, water”? He said, “The light is in you, we eat, breathe and drink it, we call it HOPE”. I sat down silently hoping to make it out of there someday.

Konfessioner Singh (83)

Dear –

“I wished. I wished as hard as I could, on every shooting star and every falling leaf…that…but…anyway.

So tell me, do your cold blue stars weep?

Is that what these mean?

… these paintings, they are stairways to you. Unending…are there any turns?”

From what I see, you now walk my roads. These postcards you send, the pictures are not enough. Say something. Run for me. Tell me I don’t need to… hope.

since forever,

p.s. Even La Cienega once smiled.

2008-04-14T13:30:00.000+05:30

FIRE

1. a state, process, or instance of combustion in which fuel or other material is ignited and combined with oxygen, giving off light, heat, and flame. 2. a burning mass of material, as on a hearth or in a furnace. 3. the destructive burning of a building, town, forest, etc.; conflagration. 4. heat used for cooking, esp. the lighted burner of a stove: Put the kettle on the fire. 5. See Greek fire. 6. flashing light; luminous appearance. 7. brilliance, as of a gem. 8. burning passion; excitement or enthusiasm; ardor. 9. liveliness of imagination. 10. fever or inflammation.

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Coffee Is My Poison (116)

I lit a tiny fire,

a wee lil' flame,

to burn nine nights,
praying peace came.

I asked of Him,
watching the vapor coil,

give Dad much needed vim,

long is his toil.

give Mom freedom,

may her worries abate.

give my sister wisdom,

as she does lucubrate.

watch those precious to me,

distanced from my sight

sincerely I ask of Thee,
protect them with your might,

so I lit a tiny fire,

a wee bit of flame,
even when things seem dire,
happiness came.

I keep careful watch
use oil of sesame,
clean its wick,

sleep with an open eye......

....for my hopes lie

in the endurance of my flame
nine nights it musn't die,

till serenity came.

Mandappa KC (98)

As the wind blew on
Scalding everything in sight
The fire flew fast
And burned everything in daylight

Black charred remains
Strewn till the eye could see
Killed everything in its path
Leaving me alone and free

Give me fire
Give me desire
Firefly, forest fires
passion and desires

we stood and stared out
everything dead and gone
we only had each other
and the power of carrying on

grabbing and touchin
wild fires from within
heat from outside and in
pure passion cant be sin

Give me fire
Give me desire
Firefly, forest fires
Passion and desires.

Heady Concoction (115)

Can We Have Peace Please...

“FIRE”, screamed the blood-splattered Major.
The azure sky blackened with the blasts of a zillion shells.
Faces like cats, hearts racing with pumped adrenaline.
‘Bharat Mata ki Jai’, rolled over the olive green brigade.

A fire-fly, somewhere, startled at the sudden ‘night’ flitted stupefied.
The crimson- yellow-red flares licked here and there.
Swims through the chaos, the innocent face of Kamla...
All of 3 years, bubbling with joy, screeching ‘Papa Papa’...

A salty tear trickles the eyes of Jayawant. The heart misses a beat.
A split second. Decision taken.
“You are FIRED!”, hits the retreating warrior.

Another place, fire in his belly, Bhaichung declines to ferry Fire in his hand.

Dok Saab (119)

FIRE………..

RatatatatMy heart was burning with hatred.

I released all my fury on the trigger.

Bullets went through her.

She was still standing in front of me, unharmed, smiling and teasing.

How much I loved her.

I couldn't think of life without her.

I had woven so many beautiful dreams around her.

She also loved me, or so I thought.

Until that day when I missed my train and returned back to the town, only to find her in the arms of this man.

"Meet Rohan, my fiancé.

""But...""You are still my best friend, Ajay."

The anger was unbearable.

My heart was on fire."

Hold on Sergeant, this is only a dummy, you are just wasting ammo"

The Red Ronin (105)
Shuffling along at the devil's paceRunning neither a marathon or a raceYet onward he goes through deserted landsConfident that all he needs are his hands.The winds howl around like bullies from schoolWaiting to tear to shreds and leave him in a poolUndaunted he ambles on treading dangerous watersWavering wilderness inviting him as his step faltersIs the nature of man that of a beastly kind or elseA gift conferred on him who chooses his destiny's hellsFor he stands unruffled without coverage by the tellyHe is what he is because of the fire in his belly.

Richa Gupta (75)

The body resting on the pyre
The flames kissing and licking
The wood crackling and hissing
Being engulfed by the fire

When I die
Will you cry?

The loving youthful days
Eye gazing French kissing
rain dancing Moon watching
all our romantic silly ways

when I die
will you cry?

Or the slowly drifting apart
Raised voices, insults hurled
Cruel hurting words hatred unfurled
Breaking the fragile loving heart

When I die
Will you cry?

Willy Wingfoot (120)

Hung my fate to the boat's sail,
No food, no coins, just my violin case
And a fiery urge to follow my heart's trail.

Bruised, bleeding, I woke to the evening moon,
In the city of hanging dreams, and sweared;
"I'll rule the radio soon"

Cleaned tables, walked dogs, ran errands a few,
Survived weeks on raw fish and stolen eggs,
with haystacks to warm the tired night's dew.

Years down, a chance hit to play the midnight blues,
My Lord had pressing issues I presume,
for I made music, while power crisis made the news.

YET....

Melody of the wind,
Ignites a fire within,
That consumes all regrets and pain,
And leaves an unflinching armor….
Of humor and HOPE!

Juhi(90)

A fiery afternoon
melted the classroom
She entered with shy eyes
a vision in pure white

Her brown mousy hair
oiled back in a pigtail.
The Sun’s fiery dancers
bounced off, casting lancers.

Her round earrings
sang merrily, of
golden sandy dunes,
embellished with fiery tunes.

All of a sudden,
there was a rustle.
And, my eyes fell on
the flame of her attire

The dupatta! It was made of Fire.
My eyes drank, till they could
no more. And I lowered them to
the boring sheet, once more.

Strength

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Strength

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Juhi the Fragrant (119)

Her strength lay in her honour, she knew. She knew what she had to do. Her war weary hands cradled her son, for the last time. The child, his face splattered with gunpowder and her blood, gurgled happily. The stench of battle no longer suffocated him. As the sound of the thunder of hooves grew nearer, she looked at him with a forlorn gaze, his dancing eyes reflecting her loss.

Finally, with an inhuman effort she gestured. Krishnabai took him in her hands and made him clasp his small palms around the handle of the flaming torch. The child suddenly cried out and protested, as if sensing the danger. But, Krishnabai was firm.

As they rode away, Damodarrao cried.

Mandappa KC (108)

I could trample a thousand souls

My words could kill a hundred hearts

My actions bereave a score minds

And my glance could silence mouths

But a little butterfly could melt my soul

A glancing wink could melt my heart

Dylan could melt my mind

A lollipop could melt my mouth

How strong am I?

Strong enough to stand my ground?

Strong enough to flow with the crowd?

Strong enough to carry you? Am I?

An ant made me wince in pain

While I withstood the howling monsoon rain

I build a thousand fires, but I'd burn in the same

How strong am I? How strong am I?

Rush.me (119)

“Did You Hear, Tina Is Expecting A Child??"

"Tina Didi, Mummy Ne Yeh Badam Bheje Hai… Chhote Baby Ke Liye"

"Tina, That Girl Na, Who Went Abroad For Studies… Some Bartending Course…Huh!! Some Guts This Girl Has, I Tell You!!"

"Didi, Yeh Baby Ke Papa Ki Photo Hai??"

"I Also Heard, She Met Some Online Friend Of Hers And Went For A Holiday With Him…Didn't Even Think Of Her Parents Once…."

"Didi, Agar Boy Hua Toh Name Hoga Tarun Aur Agar Girl Hui Toh..Umm… Teeshaa… Okay!! "

"But, Weren't They Planning A Marriage Or Engagement Something?? Whatever, The Forefather's Name Is Gone, Forever"

"Didi, Papa Ne Kaha Milk Peeke Strength Aati Hai… Aapko Toh Bahut Jarurat Hai.. Yeh Lo!!!"

The Red Ronin (120)

a single bead of sweat trickles
down, through short hair
over the mighty brow as the nearby vein
pulsates steadily to a rhythm, designed
by a lean heart steady yet intensely aware
of peculiar modulations abruptly rising
in anticipation of the signal; emanating
from the uppermost echelons of power and strength.

a tiny messenger departs towards the ancient heart
bearing wisdom to engage in action the grand organism
known only by man as mighty. The resulting synapses
sparkle and crackle and infuse the ancient one with a viguor,
unrelenting and unrepentant. This insane passion
explodes from deep within, tearing apart limitations
and renders asunder the truth; in melancholic form.
The finale ends with a resounding clap as bone meets bone.

Dok Saab (120)

"Now break this",
Grandpa had tied all the sticks together.
Gaurav Couldn't.
"See! Unity is Strength." Grandpa smiled.

"Baba, that saying is outdated.
I couldn't, doesn't mean it can't be broken.
Those sticks broke because they were rigid.
This bundle is rigid too, and you just need more force to break it.
Try breaking this, Baba"

Gaurav gave him a rubber stick.
It just bent and bounced back however hard Grandpa tried.

"See you could not break even a single stick.
Do you know why, Baba? I'll tell you why. Because it's flexible.
Baba, in this age of single child and nuclear families, unity is meaningless.
The real strength lies in the ability to bend during adversity and bounce back."

Nandini (119)

I looked blankly at the question “What is your strength”

Was it -

My smile? Granddad always said I could get away with murder with my smile.

My sharp tongue? Used to the hilt, while ticking the errant gardener, when the

waspish oldie hid our cricket ball ,when the irritating salesman didn’t take no for an

answer.

Spinach? Mom always heaped our plates with it, saying, “it’ll give you

strength”.

“Spinach” was my scribbled answer.

The interviewer looked and remarked “Ms Sen we asked for your strength, not

your eating habits”

Sigh!!!! Mom you were wrong.

I tried to smile – the interviewer just looked stony.

Grandad you were wrong too.

I felt too weak to try my third strength.

Jyoti (122)

RUDABA

Rudaba was the eldest of Shamshuddin's eight children. Losing her mother at 11 left her a blurry eyed drop-out from school and a mother to her siblings. Her marriage to Abdul Rasheed brought her to the town. But Rasheed' s accident shattered her dreams of studying again. Austerely, she resolved to educate their son Munawwar.

This afternoon they were going to a fair after school. She had been pinching pennies. He ran out of the school gate shouting with joy "Ammi nayi topi …" , not noticing the truck. She shrieked "Munna, mere bacche…."

The headlines read: "40 kg woman stops 400 kg truck: saves child". Her small room was filled with cacophony " What gave you the strength?"

Ruda whispered, "Love"

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Manu Maharishi (75)

S- (to begin with) is Superman wearing underwear over his pants.

T- is Thomas Edward Lawrence's maddening desire to be extraordinary.

R- is Randle Patrick McMurphy's rebellion against the tyrant Nurse Ratched.

E- is Erin Brockovich's fearless self-conviction and blatant sense of humor.

N- is (also) Norman Bates's insanity .

G- is Gandhi agreeing to partition.

T- is Terminator's journey of realizing 'why humans cry?'

H- is Hoover Family's last performance in Little Miss Sunshine.

Coffee is my poison (117)

dedicated to my parents.

from strength to strength.

i hated you

you didn't let me

just...quit.

picked me up,dragged me through this

murking binness

...life.

you were my strength

when all seemed wrong

lifted me up

you made me strong.

from you i learned

right from wrong

never to hurt

always be polite.

you gave me

my conscience

that inner voice,

telling me whats right.

you are the ones

who put me

before yourselves

always,in everyway.

forsooth,even when i can't see you

you are with me always

telling me what maybe

best for me.

and i hurt you

yelled at you

misunderstood you

certainly i hated you.

you still loved me!

cared for me!

put me ahead!

the only issue in your life was me!

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Konfessioner Singh (117)

It was an accident, my hearing it on the phone.They didn’t know how I would react, besides it just wasn’t the done thing. Young girls from good families take such news calmly, over a glass of milk perhaps. So, I was to be told and someone had to do it.

The phone had been ringing for a long time now; parallel connections always cause twice the trouble. I put the receiver to my ear and focused on the clock…

He’s gone.

…

4:00 a.m.

Early evenings in the porch… arguments… long walks…days at the farm… books…bridge… who would fill those hours?

It’s six years since that dawn, it took more than strength to pull me through.

Song

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Song

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Heady Concoction (86)

Song of Acrimony

"Just SHUT UP!" bellowed a bewildered Bunny,

But Heena was licking her honey

While chirping changing melodies

Engrossed in performing parodies.

On song she certainly was,

All caution, to the wind, did she toss.

But Bunny was ballistic.

Not mysterious as her mystic.

Heena looked up...terror in eyes

Sticky finger stuck in the skies

"Why make a song and dance..."

She mumbled feebly in a trance.

Bunny was beleaguered

A bomb as if triggered.

'Joy comes naught for a song'

Misty eyed, she realised after long.

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Priyanka Chakraborty(78)

Nature’s Song

A low-pitch of the north wind and,

a falsetto from down under,

a vibrato from the clouds, and

a melisma from thunder.

Swishing of the trees, as if

cords being strummed.

Crashing of the waves, as if

bongos being drummed.

All together it sounds as,

a song from the heavens

in midst of it, there's the

cappella of the ravens.

I stand on the porch,

listening to my favourite song.

Nature sings its opera,

making me sing along.

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Dok Saab (99)

You will, won't you?
Won't you sing my song?

Written in the ink of love
On the pages of my soul
I have poured my heart
I can not be all wrong
Won't you sing my song?

Song of my love for you
Whatever tune it may be
Whoever plays the music
I just want you to sing along
Won't you sing my song?

These meaningless words
Waiting for you to kiss them
And give them your melody
Haven't they waited too long?
When will you sing my song?

You will, someday, won't you?
Won't you sing my song?

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Richa Gupta(120)

"A LIFE UNSUNG"

It was amazing how she always found a song for every situation!! Like the day it was pouring yet she had come to meet me singing "badlon se aaj mein takra gayi..tumne di awaaz lo mein aa gayi" wringing her wet hair. I still laugh when I think of her singing loudly at her mother defending her messy room "chahe koi mujhe jangli kahe…" or her joy when she got posted at the border (Army Intelligence) "aaj mein upar, asmaan neeche, aaj mein aage zamaana hai peeche.." and today I see her…as they give her a 21 gun salute. Covered in the tri-color, and I can hear her sing "kar chale hum fida jaano-tan saathiyon" and I wipe a tear.

Mowgli (169)

Brazen heads; whining, mopping, mumbling, low,
Waiting; for a faithful hand, to begin the show.
Strolling so someone, the song begin,
So it starts and they, casually, join in.

But before, the artist appears,
All the trembling uncertainty longing’s built.
Hoping that their Beelzebub disappears,
When the song reaches crescendo’s hilt.

For a human artist arrived at zero,
Masses cheer him, “The Crucified Hero”
He sought to tame society, the rabid hound.
And bartering love, for a thorn made crown.

This man believed in love’s force,
His faith unshakable and reason its source.
Before his death thus moaned a song,
Misunderstood, misinterpreted for so long

Jesus:
“Sing me a song!
But-not-for-me-alone,
Sing out!
For you aare bless-ed
There is; not one among you
Who cannot, win, the kingdom!
The slow; the suffering
The quick
The dead”

Crucifiers and molesters; the people of ages:
“Hey zana,
ho! zana!
zana! zana!
ho! zana!
haaae zana!
ho! Zaaa-naaaaaa!
Hey J.Cee.
Jey C!.
Won’t you daa-ie fo-hor me
Zana ho...
Zana hai...
Superstaaarrrrr”.

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Mandappa (111)

Song of the night.

The song of the night

Starts with the colour white

Whiffing clouds of grey

As the dusk turned late

Its half past 5 in some strange land

To corporate capitalism I lend my hand

Nowhere to run, my ground I stand

Let me listen to Dylan and his one man band

Seething trance pours out of somewhere

When will I get over this scary nightmare

Colours flash, some brilliant some rare

Im spinning around in my stationary chair

The night song ends in a flat

Because it ends with the colour black

I see no more as the colours fade

To you my friend, goodbye I bade!

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Nandini Sen (89)

His wife was in trauma and his unborn child was dying. But he had to leave them. As a professional singer, he had to fulfill an important contract.

When he started on his song, the fire of distress was raging within. As the song proceeded, the air got warmer, people started perspiring, flowers dried up, water began to boil, unlit lamps caught fire, flames dashed through the air.

Tansen oblivious to all this sang on.

That fateful day, Emporer Akbar and the world realized the power of Tansen’s song.

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Truth Dude (120)

another day and another dream
and we're living

celebrate this and celebrate that
like you never had

your voice and your cheers
and no more tears

restrained love and a passion denied
my warm beautiful, beautiful sunshine

a stream of thought and a thread of love
the toughest binding

a home to go to and a pillow to sleep
just you and me

just you and me
together, we're free

in one place and sharing the time
and living a life so sublime.

like a song that resonates in my head
in adoring eyes on their love, hover

where a briefest touch
sets room on fire

a smile that makes life worth living
to serve your every whim and desire.

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Chaos (53)

She will outblind them all
As she tends to her costume of malice
In thickening night, with her strings of pall
For her pride precedes her downfall

Alone she stands in the palace lawn
Where windswept chambers mock her song
Like a rare orchid so fragile in bloom
Waiting for her nauseous dawn

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Vaidehi Kapur (116)

There is a lovely song

In the food of Kylie Kwong

In the rains of Kalimpong

In the flurry of Ping Pong

Just listen all along.

In the bird that chirps

In the cricket that blurps

In the toddler that lisps

In the Lab that slips

In the horse that trots

In the coffee with froth

In the wind that whistles

In the dancer that swivels

In the heart's beat

In a couple's meet

In a painter's art

In a bustling mart

In the gompas gong

In the dusky bong

In the prospering fields

In the cow that yields

In your loving pet

At life's every step

Sow some aplomb

Come on, listen for the song.

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Sarang Mahajan (120)

“The wind howls oddly,” I whispered.

I was at the terrace of a forest guesthouse with its caretaker, who vaguely looked at the wild grassland disappearing into the distant mountains, where the sun set.

“There’s an old tale here, Sir. A battle was fought here and this land taken from the tribal-men. They were all assassinated. But it’s said their last man had knelt on the bloody field and sang a song, which can still be heard when the wind blows.”

Fascinated, I closed my eyes…

And yes, I heard a painful voice floating with the wind.

The meadows shan’t be green again

My son will never play

But to speak of my lovely home

My song shall always stay…

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Mickey the Monkey (120)

"Mere piyaa gaye Rangoon…….."

Not able to sleep, I was listening to the radio.

"wanhaase kiya hai telifoon………."

Jane was away, attending Rushmi's marriage.

"tumhaari yaad satati hai……….."

I tried to call her, but her phone was engaged.

Whom could she be talking to past midnight?

"One-o-clock and you are listening to old melodies on Radio Missy,

I am your host & dost Richa.

Online with me is the lady who requested this song.

Hello, what is your name?

-Jane.

Jane, what keeps you awake so late?

-I am away from home and missing my husband.

Do you want to say something to him, maybe he's listening?

-Yes.

-Hi Mickey, I am missing you badly, this song was for you.

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Sneha (25)

Deep whispers tonight

Compel me to sing the night song

I and my solitude walk hand in hand

Amidst thousand lanes well acquainted with night!

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The Devil Diva (87)

The Siren Song

Born at sea

of Phorcys and maybe Nephrate.

Orphaned by Homer

in the Odyssey

You are the trio

The Sirens

Unmatched

Unparallel in History

Half woman and half bird

Molpe, Legeia and Teles is the third

Singing your relentless song

Urging the mariners along

the rocky shores,

to their destiny

Your songs are bewitching

yet no one knows what you sing

you mesmerize

entice

beckoning ships to wreck

and sailors to die

as they follow your voice

slavishly

the song of the Sirens

Ahhhh the Sirens' Song

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Konfessioner Singh (166)

[Not up for the kompetition]

Spots of green
Stare from a face of red
Orange tears
Feed empty bowls
Of the dead…

Dry is this jugular
Coughing dry wheat
Mud simmers
Where once was Spring.

The young ‘un falls
Four legs giving way
His black tongue hanging loose
For a sip
A single sip
From someone’s
Pot of clay…

While she
With the possibly gold nose pin
The starry blackened gold nose pin
With
Two dots of blue tattooed
To tell
Her tribe;
She sells her plates
One for Two
Surprised with Three
Explaining
With pride
The use of each--
One for maize
The other wheat.

It gathers,
This red face paste
Inside my neck
My ears
Hissing in my ears
It’s dying song.

All this
While I race by nine villages
A thousand forgotten people
Ten crow-breakfast cow-carcasses
A child that walks on all fours
Another with no feet
A third with yellow eyes
And its a hissing blur...

So
Hear this,
Tremulous is the tune
Of a dry song.

Psst!

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Psst!

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Mandappa KC (107)

"Psst. I love you."

She was seated 4 chairs away. Her silken hair falling across her face. The faint lighting shone from the stage out front. The opera was gaining momentum. Emotion swept through the theatre as Romeo professed his love. Emotion flew. Emotion stirred. The crowd sat in rapture. So did he.

Staring shamelessly at her. She had swept him off his feet the moment she entered. A fleeting thought of all the dirty lechers he'd scorned. Yet he leched. Leched like never before. At her damsel lips, her attentive eyes. The cashmere stole wrapped carelessly, daintily. He leched.

She turned and glowered. "Psst, fuck off."

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Sarang Mahajan (5)

“Psst!!.... Your zipper is open.”

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Willy Wingfoot (119)

Elle led me to the shallow stream.

"There", she squeaked.

I nodded. The stream led into a dungeon.

"You're doing this, Prince?"

One last wink at the mouse, I sneaked in.

The dungeon evolved into a thundering underground waterfall.

Random steps down; I found the beast deep in slumber. Its huge breathing form created ripples in the water.

I hooked an arrow. Aimed, pulled, released.

STRIKE ONE.

The giant FROG woke with a cry.

Lunar eyes found the tiny rebellion.

Long tongue lashed out. My bow fell apart.

Not done yet, fat arse.

Shield and sword, I ran towards it.

It leaped high....its flight covered the distance...and fall about to squash me...

"Psst....FourB.....pleeeassse???"

I looked down.

4B. Define Photosynthesis?

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Kavish Sinha(120)

"Psst!"... Dreams Calling

Mutihued multitude, bright purple balloons, dazzling bangles, ornamented kites, saffron turbans, modest camels and a desire to buy all of these.

"Be quiet or you'd be lost", the customary response to my demands….and then I was. Lost and unmindful in the fair.

"Psst!" and a come-hither look from bright, wrinkled eyes. I turned away. "Psst!" and again.

"Want those twinkling stars?" I nodded. He swooshed them onto my palm… curling it into a fist. "These are dreams", said he with twinkling eyes, “…don't cost anything."

Dad found me, clutched my right hand while in my left sat those stars…

The old man faded, not the stars. I still dare to dream and they call out….. "Psst! We don't cost anything".

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Rush.me(120)

"We are Open-Minded, Beta... Tum dono Baat-vaat karlo..."

The New Sari Ruffled...

The Shirt Crumpled & Straightened...

Stilettos Got Muffled On The Carpet With The Quiet Eerie...

Slender Copper-Hued Nails Piercing Warm, Shaky Flesh. The Reminiscences Clouded, Expanding, Blinding Her Vision... One Short Breath, An Eye-Contact & The Truth Came Stumbling Out...

"Listen, I Don't Wanna Keep You In Any Sorts Of... I Mean... There Are Few Things You Should Know About Me..."

"Hmm... I Don't Think That You Should..."

"Please Lemme..."

"Its Really Not Required... I Like Someone..."

"OH!!"

(Silence)

(Fidgeting)

(Sweating)

(Nervous Smile)

(Giggles Galore)

"Kya baatien hui bhai... Chalo, Baaki Baad mein…"

"Excuse Me... Ummm... Err... Psst, Psst!!"

(The Eyes Replied)

"The Someone I Like... Is..... You!!"

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Heady Concoction (114)

Heart 'n Ache

"Why don't you listen to me baby?"

"Now STOP crying...Shhh Shhh"

The mother was valiantly trying to calm down her wailing child.

He had hurt his finger while playing with the door. The tender finger had gone all red, was slightly swollen and the mother's heart wept with the aches the boy must be feeling. The wetness in her eyes threatened to spill over...at the vision of her little boy's trauma.

Psst psst...

The boy turned around...jumped from his mother's lap and scrambled down the stairs wiping his eyes with the back of his hands.

"Mom I'm going to play with Arnav...", tossed at the mother.

A slight smile curved the mother's lips...

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Juhi the Fragrant (116)

Eyes wide open,

and a bit of

her mouth too

Charu watched as,

Leena jumped off

her trained kangaroo.

When her snowy trail

had finally reached them,

Charu couldn’t resist

and enquired of Hem

“psst..did you know,

she’s lame?”

His glare quieted her,

but again she piped.

This time to the

lady in white

“psst…are you aware,

of her false hair?”

When the lady

quietly withdrew,

poor Charu,

looked anew.

She spotted Rai,

sipping his chai.

“Psst, did I tell you

she fired her crew?”

“No, how’s her ship?”

“It’s taking a bad trip!”

Hem materialized, and

Charu was quiet.

She informed

a girl’s back,

“psst..Leena lies.”

When she turned,

There was shock

in her eyes.

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GSV(118)

Days with you seemed so brief and nights were somehow spent in your dreams. Swinging on the jute rope beneath that banyan tree, we learned together that life is like a song. And then one day you didn’t come to meet. They told me that you had left the town and would never be back. I screamed whole day and wailed all night but my screeching didn't reach you. Months, Seasons, Years passed away and I haven't slept for long, so that night soil immersed into soil. But my wait wasn't over yet, Born again I sprouted through the soil.

Psst.. Hey you! Where are you looking at, sweetheart! Pluck me for your pleasure and release my soul.

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Dok Saab (120)

Psst….Psst….hey Garima!
-Don't make noise, Mom's asleep
Please come to my house.
We'll play Snake n Ladder.

Psst….Psst….hey Garima!
-Shut up, Sir is looking this way.
Please Garima just tell me,
What's the capital of France?

Psst….Psst….hey Garima!
-Go away, Dad's at home.
Please come to the terrace.
I want to show you my new bike.

Psst….Psst….hey Garima!
-Not now, Didi's very angry.
Please meet me at the CCD.
I have written a poem for you.

Psst….Psst….hey Garima!
-Keep quite, Papaji is still awake.
Please I want to be alone with you.
Why can't we go for a honeymoon?

Psst….Psst….hey Garima!
-Ssshh…Munna has just slept.
Please ask Amma to look after Munna.
I have two tickets for the night show.

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Krishna (119)

[Vernacular entry, not up for competition]

Befikar si basanti hawa ne nayi kopalon se kaha
psst psst

ankurit beejon ne dharaa ki kokh se kaha
psst psst

jhurmut peechhe thand se siharti premibala ne krishna se kaha
psst psst

ugte sooraj ki aarunim kirnon ne sarv-vyapi chitrakaar se kaha
psst psst

sarson ke peele phoolon ne us paar dandelions ki peeli baharon se kaha
psst psst

har saal aur buland hogi wah psst psst, aur ek din...
ek din uske sureele swar main woh rakt-pipasu aatmain bhool jayeingi

woh mandir ke jhagde aur masjid ke vivad

Aisa Iran, Waisa Korea: chup ho jayenge woh Shankhnaad

Aur Dharti se ambar tak, Uttar se Dakshin tak, Poorab se Paschim tak

goonjegi pyar ki ek aawaz

psst psst

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Richa Gupta (120)

"Psstttt, pssttt, here. Why have you been ignoring me?? At least look at me!"

"Why don't you leave me alone…stop bothering me"

"ohh I bother you now…I remember differently"

"Stop it…stop tempting me. Its not right"

"It is…just reach out, touch me"

"Are you crazy??? I have been working very hard to ignore you…leave me alone" I implored

"What is with you women? You reach and I tingle in anticipation of your warm mouth but then you pull back! You reject me! You are ruining my self esteem"

"And you are ruining my diet" I scowled at the chocolate fudge cake as I straightened my back and walked off…

"Pssssstttt" I heard as he tried to entice another susceptible female!!

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Nandini Sen (118)

“Psst” she said, “don’t eat too many sweets”. I didn’t listen and got worms in my tummy.

“Psst, staying up late with storybooks will give you a headache.” She was right – headache and scolding from teacher for being inattentive.

“Psst, just smile, he’ll like you even with the braces”. I didn’t, and went unnoticed by him.

“Psst, ring her up” I did only after two months. She’d moved away. A connection broke.

“Psst, hug him & say sorry”. I didn’t and lost an emotion.

My conscience always whispers in her low pleasant voice, but I act belligerent.

Ohh there she goes again “Psst don’t write in Klash this week .You’re out of ideas”. As usual I’m not listening.

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Mickey the Monkey (120)

Psst…Psst….
Who could be there at this hour?
Jane, thinking I was asleep, sneaked out.
I snooped and found Mowgli waiting for her under our tree.
Why was she meeting this chaddhi-clad boy clandestinely?
Soon she came back and slipped in the bed quietly.
Throughout the next day I was disturbed.
I wandered aimlessly in the jungle, and retuned home quite late.
From a distance I saw my tree glowing.
It was decorated with candles and balloons.
Jane was talking to Mowgli excitedly.
I wondered what were they up to.
"Happy Birthday, Mickey" they exclaimed.
"Thanks buddy, but when did you plan all this."
"Mowgli talked to me while you were asleep, Honey, he wanted to give you a surprise."

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Priyanka Chakraborty (119)

"Psst..psst..!! Anil..psst.."

"Whaaaaat??"

"We'll meet after class, and decide.."

"Shh..Rishi sir'll hear.."

"Psst.. Sahil please pass this note to Anil."

"Marwayega kya Nitin!!"

"Sir's not looking, pass kar de."

Rishi was not oblivious to what was going on behind his back, but he tried not to react. He chuckled to himself. He was remembering his schooldays when he and his friends used to pass notes in class and whisper endlessly.

But this was military school. Discipline had to be maintained. With a heavy sigh, he turned from the blackboard and said, "Sahil, Anil, Nitin! Out of the class, right now and three rounds of the field."

Sahil gave Nitin a dirty look and said, "Ab kar psst, psst.. Idiot..!!"

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Coffee is my poison (120)

Pssst...whats that voice i hear?

Psst...Sweta, it said,
from the deep confines
within my head.
heres free counsel
you'd normally dread.

pssst...always be polite
to the seemingly small
thelewala,plumber,watchman et al
everyone deserves respect!
no job's that abject.

psst...you're free
do what your heart says,
you alone reap eventually,
the fruit of your inabilities,
to say no, trying so hard to please.

psst...take time
smell flowers, pet dogs,
feel the sunshine!
pittering pattering raindrops...

psst...wrong decision!
but the textbook says so,
listen to the inside,
on which you can rely,
proclivity's magic wand….

psst...whos out there?
its a dark night, i'm alone,
say something
sounds seem louder
shapes odder.

psst... have faith
listen to me
I’m the real you
hear me out
see yourself fly!

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Konfessioner Singh (71)

This sight is tender:

A plump peach blossom
snuggles,
with a blush,
into a brown bosom;
peeking every now and then--
from under dew tickled
tapering green leaf tips
magic green carpets on billows of dawn breeze.

And another,
now embraces velvet pink pale sunshine,
yawning luminosity…

And this one here,
is quivering softly,
so softly...
Hidden in chiaroscuro--
before flighty spring,
kisses sweetly;
its pursed pink lips…

“Psst… I’m here.”

Sugar

2008-02-11T20:09:00.000+05:30

Sugar

[entries closed]

GSV(120)

Ek baar fir se
Vasant ne mere ghar par dastak di
Darwaza khola to paaya
Woh dur khada tha
Badalte risht.on, kadwi baat.on se bahut dur...

Dekhta hoon
Wohi rangon ki chashni mein mehke huye kuch phool
Wohi thandi pawan mein ghuli dhoop ki mithaas
Wohi ganne ka ras, Dahi cheeni ka swad

Aur wohi kadwi yaad
Jo namkeen ansoon.on se dhulke
Pheeki ho chuki thi
Vasant ki shakkar mein shayad
Madhur ho chali hai.

Sochta hoon
Meetha itna kyon sabko bhata hai..?
Vasant ye kaisa prem geet gaata hai..?
Kyon jisne jitney vasant dekhe
Utni uski umar hoti hai..?

Ek baar fir se
Poochh leta hoon..
Meri baat sun wo
Kuch nahi kehta
Bas huns deta hai, muskurata hai..

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Coffeeismypoison(119)

"Didi, I know you've exams, but Roma’s depressed… could you write her one of your stories, with her in it?"

"I’m not some candyman handing out candy comfort!"
"But didi, you are soooo much sweeter than candy... you're nice, encouraging and you give out hope...you said we can be whatever we want to if only we become brave enough to just...be.”

“But life is not a sugar-spun fairytale.”

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"I don't know why you waste time writing nonsense. It’s not going to help your education. In your spare time learn some housework and complete that practical journal!! Ufff! if you must drink coffee at least take sugar-free!"
"I thought you said aspartame was carcinogenic!"
"At least its not calorigenic!"

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Hummingnerd(120)

Untitled (Song)

I think of the day when our kite lines first crossed.

We tied them into knots, many years passed.

Then you wanted to fly away and you cut my string apart.

You're always on my mind and I see your deluded smile;

Pretty plastic, Tied to a wind, giggling about a new boy.

I can hardly sleep now, I can't stay away.

It hurts to breathe in, you know, I didn't think you would betray.

Am I illusioned by the play of my words?

Or is it that your skin now has the scent of foreign flowers.

Look at my face now, I look like I was killed in a dream,

your love was sugar-coated and topped with a cream.

Truth Dude (116)

Listen here to a story,
a tale of passion and intrigue.

Where many young men laid their lives,
for a maiden as fair as thee.

In her honour they cast their lots
to slay a giant mighty

But soon it was known
all across the land, the giant killed with glee.

Neither sugar, nor spice, nor anything nice
would bring a smile to her face.

But along came one fine prince,
who led they giant astray.

And with just one swipe of his enchanted sword
He slew the giant, hurray!

She laughed and smiled and said to him,
"Take me…as you may"

With a sheepish smile, our prince thought a while
And then declared" I'm gay.

Trapti Mishra (130)

The Bowl of Sin

The bowl was brimming with Sugar. White, translucent crystals. Making my jaw drop open.

My heart skipped a beat. I furtively looked around...no there was no one there.

I was all alone...alone with a bowl of those tantalising crystals.

A fine bead of perspiration broke on my upper lip. My hands were already clammy. My throat dry and legs shaking.

A feeble inner voice was struggling to come to fore...’run away’, but my thudding heart roared in my ears as if to drown it out.

Should I? Uh...should I go and ...??

‘NO!’, that inner intruder tried to gain control...I looked back and then back again at those perfectly crafted gems provocating me. One last spoon, I thought. And caved in...only to break my diet plan for the umpteenth time.

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Pinchi(120)

As I listened to a long speech
neither in praise nor in reproach,
addressed to my achievements
my life set me thinking.
I had been a victorious sailor
keen to explore the world - and did so
and what did I gain? Sweet words.
Is that all they could give me for all I had done?
Life is short, mine was shorter still
overtly rigorous... I gave myself to the world.
variety was never my cup of tea, I did what I had to.
even though, now, they just had sweet sugary words for me.
Yes! A long speech! No! Just words
Oh! what words! "Sugar with honey, tastes bad" I thought
unheard words of my soul eventually melt away.

Santonu(56)

Ting tong

Sugar free…

Morning rush rush

calories on the up

figure bloating up

Try this

Its Sugar free

Fitness concern

Life mein hain tension

Office on the turn

biwi paresan

Try this

Its sugar free

We have a life

No fun, no joy

Dreams limited

Money unlimited

….Have it

Its just

Sugar free

Ting tong

Priyanka Chakraborty (119)

"Daniel…Sara.. Come inside!"

The sound of two pairs of pattering feet and then Michelle felt a great weight collide with her. She smiled and looked down at her two angels, Daniel, aged three and Sara, aged two.

"Mom, what are you doing?", asked Daniel.

"I am making pancakes for both of you, honey.", Michelle replied.

Sara was looking at the preparation in wonder. Michelle asked her, "You want to learn how to make them, sugar? See, Danny will help us. Won't you honey?"

"Yes mom"

"We first mix the flour with sugar. I have put the flour, now Danny will put sugar in the mixing bowl."

"How can I do that mommy? She's too big for the mixing bowl."

Juhi the Fragrant (119)

I just couldn’t wait anymore. I edged my fingers towards it… “Aeeiii!! When they are done, you will get them, beta.”

“Mmmmmnnnnn…mmmmmnnnnnuuuuuuuummmmnnnnnnmmmnnn…”

“Mini, mini come here.”

“Noooooooo….”

“Come, I’ll give you a sugar cube.”

“Sugar?!” I took it from her and licked it, lightly, so as not to damage its shape. As I did so, the fine grains tickled my tongue, and its sweetness filled up my mouth. After a few more licks, it did get a bit rounded, so I bit off the tweeniest chunk. The grains traveled through my mouth in a sugary stream, chattering to themselves. I sucked at the leftover chunk, making it sing. Finally I licked off the grains on my hand and lips.

Rush.me (116)

Auntie, Auntie, mummy ne kaha hai, ki, auntie ko bolo, ki, unko..mummy ko Cheeni chahiye..........

Honeyed voice perfected with Honeyed Curls, looking at the Honey Eyes. That was 5 seconds ago..... That was a long 25 years ago..... The Smirk answering the smile..... The Blinking Lashes answering the Querying Twinkle.....

The Words were never Spoken, the Touch wasn't there..... He sighed with each Grain of Sugar that exchanged the Steel.....He looked at the Reflection of the Curls that were Light-Years away, The Eyes that were a part of his Own.

Chiming away, Yesterday said a hi to Himself.....

He heard again.....

Auntie, Auntie, mummy ne kaha hai, ki, auntie ko bolo, ki, unko..mummy ko Cheeni chahiye..........

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Cauchy (120)

Eyes moist, I sat besides the window, staring vacantly into the
grayness of the gloomy autumn sky. Bitterness was all mine and the
cold breeze etched deeper into my soul, my pain and emptiness. The
whole world appeared like a giant chess board and in it stood my love,
a pawn. Her naivety manipulated, seduced by me and other players
alike.

Was I any different from the selfish world outside? Why did I care
about this lowly pawn when there were waltzing queens and bishops
around? An unintelligent sentimental attachment over an expendable
unit, it could loose me my whole gambit. I sighed, it was time for a
sacrifice and to me she was just sugar in my morning coffee.

The Red Ronin (79)

the world on its haunches,
eager for the coming of the diva.
in preparation of the ceremony,
the hands tremble and tongues mumble.
the spark is lit as the fire glows
in anticipation of her
she dissolves hesitatingly
urged by the boiling water
threatening to spill but
for the trembling hands
skillfully drawing her inside
a clear prison only to release her
into the waiting arms of her lover
leaving behind a fleeting scent of
her bitter sweet symphony

Dok Saab (82)

"How much sugar in your coffee, Honey"

What a syrupy voice, you pretending bitch.
You robbed all that's sweet from my fucking life.
You filled my whole bloody soul with bitterness.
Only I know the hell I am living in since I married you.
You are offering sugar, in front of your friends.
I would have thrown this coffee over your ugly face.
But our separation plea is still pending in court.

"Oh Sweetie, keep mine black. I've had enough sugar already."

Mandappa KC (107)

A Sugar Sweet memory

It all started out at four

in the morning with the birds out chirping

as she slid under the covers of reality.

Slipping an arm around

Me so casually, my Mexican beauty

Really sparked me to insanity.

But I woke to realize

It was all a sugar sweet memory.

A liposuction dream.

So pretty that smile

Curving her lips as she touches my hips

And makes me want her so

Draggin’ her fingertips

As she seeks my heart, like a fawn in the dark

I fall as I want som’more

But I wake to realize

It was all, nothing but a sugar sweet memory.

A liposuction dream.

Mickey the Monkey (120)

Someone was stealing sugar from my kitchen.

I told Mickey about this.

"Must be those ants, Jane.

There's a big anthill down the roots of our tree."

But how could ants enter my jar.

I always kept the lid tight and placed the jar on the highest branch.

Next morning I woke up early to check the jar.

The lid was closed tightly, but much sugar was stolen.

I went to wake up Mickey.

He was looking so innocent in sleep.

The first rays of sun fell on his face.

And then some brilliant pure white crystals shone through his moustaches.

So here was our ant.

Poor Mickey, I will talk to DokSaab to allow him at least some sugar.

Nandini Sen (120)

“Spoonful of sugar helps medicine go down” sang Dadima, coaxing me to have the medicine with the solitary English song she knew.

Though, Dadima didn’t know, it was her Bengali accented rendition of the song, and not sugar, that made me have the medicines.

Childhood passed Work took me far.

One summer, between jobs, I visited ailing Dadima. We made a pact, I’d cook and she’d have all those medicines prescribed. After every meal, she spread her medicines. I sang coaxingly “Spoonful of sugar helps medicine go down”. Obediently Dadima would have them.

Soon holiday ended. As I was leaving, Dadima said “I had the medicines to hear that funny British accent of your song - not because of sugar”.

Mowgli (118)

The craving

Gelatin

Sack in

Bit-ween

The legs,

Forms fluid wet thoughts

Surrender the snake flesh

In search of the dark purse

Beneath the salty forests

“Oh! sugar pie,

Come! Dance

The dance of death

Between your legs

Let’s stain the beds”

Born to suffer

And surrender

Yet she refuses,

They wonder!

“Come now sugar

Surrender to our guilt

We are the mob

From despair’s pit”

Held her wrist

Put a gun under

Yet she refuses

They wonder!

That pain.

The white sheet.

Touched and torn.

Jaws of the moon,

Jabbing at the ivory.

Sweet sugar melted

Screaming; rising tide

Blood moon pelted

With lust as its guide

We need to learn;

This Night!!

We Should…!!

We Must…!!

Konfessioner Singh (144)

[not up for the kompetition, but here :)]

Behind the banana trees
Dries a withered green
Terrylene
Sari
On a wire
A pink wire
A shocking pink wire

Jugnu, then three
Stands under this shocking pink wire
Bare legs far apart
Toes turned inwards
The smell of Rin-water
Itching his nose
Plugged with a stubby finger
He squints

“Maaaaiieee!!!”
And he’s bawling
One eye is red
The other’s dam breaks
And she rushes to him
Dropping the katori
The katori of sugar
Not looking back
But running fast and forward

“Jugnu!!”
“Maaiieee!!!”
And in the chaos
The crystals lie forgotten
Refracting light from a laughing sun
To the blur of images
In the face of shining steel

Jugnu lies in the hollow
Of her yellow
Bright basant yellow
Sari
Gurgling happily
With his one red eye
And his halwa smeared mouth
Squinting
At an ant
Whisking away
One crystal of forgotten sugar.

Addiction

2008-01-30T13:07:00.000+05:30

Addicted

[Entries are now closed!]

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

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…