Conversation

Conversation

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1.	informal interchange of thoughts, information, etc., by spoken words; oral communication between persons; talk; colloquy.

2.	an instance of this.

3.	association or social intercourse; intimate acquaintance.

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Free Woman (137)

Lovers that left without a goodbye

Did you meet someone new, was everything a lie?

Did I do something wrong, when did you decide

That this was not it…I wonder if you cried

I don’t want you back, just want to know why

To ask all the questions, and for you to reply

To have one last conversation, to find peace of mind

To move on with my life, and leave you behind

Loved ones that died when it was least expected

Did I tell you enough, you were loved and respected?

How much you meant to me, what an impact you had

The stories I remember, both happy and sad

Your time was up, and you had to go

Just wish I had told you all I wanted you to know

To have one last conversation…

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Niharika (131)

Crumpling the warrant he walked unsteadily towards the criminal , surrounded by an inquisitive crowd.

Remembering coversations aeons ago "Neighbours have shunned us because of my vocation , I'm sending Vincet away to a land where he wont be known as my son ". Everyday Vincet would ask "Dad can we go for a walk over the bridge and talk ? ". Hurrying away he would reply in a gruff voice "No, I have a sentence to execute ! "

Wishing he had given his son a ear ! Made him understand that his family didnt exile him with hate but love !

His hand was on the lever ,quivering ..Vincet s neck was on the guillotine .. theirs eyes met ..

It was the widest bridge and lengthiest conversation !

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Amandeep Parmar (120)

When the white zen used to tread on those half-hearted roads, there was always a silent mischief in progress. I used to think about the TV channels. Would I miss them? The rickety old man who refused to call me Aman without 'deep' attached to it was no more. They gave my cousin an iron bell with a wooden hammer. I carried a bunch of peacock feathers as they carried him through the village to the crematory. Every now and then my cousin would hit the bell and I would wave the feathers over his body. How does it feel to be telepathic with the deceased? I could hear "Amandeep!" – Loud and Clear. How do you end such a conversation?

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Duperman (120)

"The thing about cats is" the fireman told me, "They suck."

80 year old Pansy Pingleton's 8 year old cat had managed to climb a tree only to realize that it had done the wrong thing.

"Someone has to get her down" I made a futile attempt to invoke cat-love in the fireman who was listening to his I Pod to avoid hearing Pansy's shrieks.

He looked at me contemptuously, "Why don't you do it, Mr. Fancy Dress?"

The conversation with the heartless fireman had ignited my saving the world instinct.

I dusted my silver robe and in one jump got up the tree and got the cat down.

The fireman was dumbstruck as Pansy shouted, "Duperman saved my cat"

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Richa Gupta (110)

Bharitye rail ki general bogie
Apne jheli to kabhi zaroor hogi!!
Ek din hamara bhi number aaya,
Jab general bogie ne humko bulaya.
Chad gaye le kar hari ka naam-
Raksha karma hey bhagwan.
Kisi ne maari kohni kisi ne dhakka lagaya
Finally bogie ke beecho beech khud ko paya

Wahan ka nazaara tha sabse alag
Lagta tha maano machhli bazaar ho ekdum sajag
Makhiyoon ki bhinbhinat si thi sabki awaaz
Bhinn bhinn the sur pahiyyon ka tha saaz
“abbey dikhta nahi kya” “bhrasth hai sarkar”
“saala kameena kahin ka” kahin thi baatein kahin takraar
dekhi humne general bogie ki yeh nirrali reet
ajnabiyon mein bhi hoti hai jamke baat-cheet

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Mandappa KC (118)

Conversation – doesn't count as a word

For Pidi

She's been long gone now. About three and a half years. Tonnes of times I've reminisced.

Of the 2 years we spent together. We were lost in each other. No futile fantasy or perfunctory sex. No serenading outside windows or threats of slashed wrists.

Time has gone and changed a lot of things like it always does. I don't remember the escapades. I don't remember the details.

All I remember were endless conversations. 9-10 hours every day lost in each others words and worlds. At the end of which we still found enough to write little love letters running pages long.

That's something special, I'll treasure forever.

Endless, meaningful conversations, day after day.

True love is just that.

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Truth Dude (120)

"No."
"No?"
"Never."
"But why?"
"Because..."
"It's not right. It's not what you believe in. It's not what was taught to you."
"Yes."
"Jesus! Get out of your mindset already."
"You don't get to tell me what to do."
"Why not?"
"Because… I'm not your possession.."
"So?"
"So nothing…shut up."
"Bitch."
"Loser."
"I love you."
"I love you too!"
"So can we...?"
"No."
"Aaargh!"
"We can't, it's not right."
"But it wouldn't hurt to try though would it?"
"And why not?"
"Because I stand to get hurt...not you."
"But I'd be hurt too. After all, it's you getting hurt."
"So? Like that hasn't happened before."
"Ok, just this once."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Here you go…"
"What's that?"
"My wallet."
Fataaak.
"Oww!"

Mickey The Monkey (120)

He was the master of conversation. He could talk on any subject. Steering the conversation from mundane to complex was a child's play for him. Page-3 socialites dreaded him. He could dig out their deepest secrets in a few tricky questions. He had a very special guest for tonight's show. He went to the studio unprepared, as usual. On the hot seat was a monkey.

"Hello! Karan, I am Mickey."

"Nice Coffee!"

"Have you seen my latest movie?"

"How did you like my role?"

"How was my chemistry with Jane?"

"How about casting me in your next film?"

The master conversationalist was speechless. "Err! Hello Sir" was all he could mutter to justify his talk show In Konversation with Karan

Sarang Mahajan (120)

When Sharmon’s armed messenger returned, the sky was clear. But soon it might be filled with painful cries and dust clouds, the land beneath it bathing in the blood of many sons, husbands and fathers.

“Jidan will conversate,” said the Messenger, failing to hide hope in his voice.

Sharmon nodded and kicked his horse off. When the two kings met between armies, Jidan, a massive man, scanned Sharmon’s diminutive figure contemptuously.

“I only want your wife, Jidan,” said Sharmon.

“And I your head.” Jidan spat.

“Then let the men return home,” said Sharmon feeling the hidden dagger at his thigh. “Let our own arms decide our fate.”

Jidan nodded with a grunt, then jumped off his horse for a duel.

Lord Summer (120)

“Hello there, my lady! The hilltop is so damn smelly!”

I said to the lovely mare, feeling jitters in my belly

She blinked her eyes befuddled, and my heart went cold and numb

I said in my mind sadly, “Oh no, she’s deaf and dumb.”

But then I smiled wider, striking an honest conversation

Knowing she wouldn’t hear me, I told her my true intention

“I am a looser of a horse, got no grass, nor any stable,

“But I’ll find both if you be with me, for I am quite willing and able.”

She could not hear my words, but in my eyes she could see

When she nodded with a smile, they were filled with joy and glee

Dok Saab (57)

Every time
When she was
With me
In my dreams
Holding her hands
I told her
All I wanted to
Tell her!

But That day
When she was
With me
On that bench
Under the tree
In that park
I became speechless

Still…

She understood
All I wanted to
Tell her!

Our eyes
Did all the

Conversation

Willy Wingfoot (115)

Drooling monsters of my dreams turned to Fairies.

Getting wet in the rain, won over hot coffee by the fireside.

"Sure", always said my tongue, while "Cant!" screamed my mind.

By the window, beneath the moon, fetched me sleep. My AC failed.

Ducks and Doves amused me. And Dogs stared at me, I smiled.

My bathroom found a new stand. My Cell stood upon it.

Thoughts learnt to travel as SMS, and wishes, calls.

I called 3, a crowd.

And my heart thought of its own.

HOW?...you ask....

Before the sea, beside my rigid self,
"Start a Conversation”, said she.
I did.
And so it all began...
as I ended up, confessing,
"I Love You".

NM (118)

I dreamt as a kid, to fly a kite, high in the crimson sky…

To be a hawk at times, at times a butterfly…

To have a white house with pink walls…

To sleep on a cloud, with mom, dad and my two little dolls…

I wished to have a conversation everyday with God…

To tell him all; fair, square, even, and odd…

I smiled, laughed and occasionally cried…

Till time blinked, each dream slowly died…

The dolls withered, the clouds sank…

The kite faded, all hopes shrank…

Mom left dad, I went along…

God fumbled; I think he went wrong…

He made the walls white, the sky grey…

I still hear those broken conversations, far and away.

The Genuine Fake (128)

Silence added to the melancholy of the room, as I sat there, watching Jane changing Amie's fever bands. Amie and I, meanwhile, were in our own unspoken conversation. Expressionless, even when she was rushed to the ER, her gaze asked, "Will it hurt?"
I smiled, saying, "No."
She kept her stark gaze while the doctors tried to revive her decreasing pulse. I held her hand and whispered,"Its time."
Her eyes quizzed me in despair, "Can Mommy come along?"...Another negative.
As her body gave way, she cried, "Will she understand?"
I smiled and replied, "Yes with time."
As we walked through the doorway, her final question was, "Are you God?"
I looked through her this time and replied, "No, I am the Messenger".
The brightness of the dark awaited us.

Misanthrope (110)

And he quaffed from the glass in front of him,

The conversation is about to begin,

Agility of his black eye balls,

And cautious movements of his fist,

A thin line of sweat formed on his forehead,

When he saw that his all sins were not dead !

That little change in the shine of his eyes,

& he feared the pernicious thought that came to his mind,

By stealing sights,

He contrite for the thoughts he saw,

Vestiges of which reflected in his eyes !

I didn't speak a word,

Patience won the conversation again,

Or may be the fear,

That broke the enigmatic charisma of the killer !!!

Priyanka Acharya (120)

Julianne entered the room, smiling at her twin sister. Anna looked peaceful, but then she always did. They both were identical twins, down to the birthmark on their shoulders. Julianne always looked forward to these weekly visits to her sister. It gave her the chance to unload her weekly burden. She narrated about everything that had happened in the whole week - her job-change, the new apartment and the new guy in her life. And Anna listened patiently; at least Julianne hoped she did. It had been two years since Anna had been in a coma and Julianne tried to reach out to her sister with these one-sided conversations, hoping that some day it will help her sister regain consciousness.

Konfessioner Singh (119)

“How I’d love, love, love to dance with my father again…”

I can’t get that lyric out of my head. Especially now, when I’m sitting with my chai in the porch after years… Years after dadaji passed away, years after we last talked.

Those early Sunday mornings, sitting here in the porch, our unending fights over everything in the news with dadima acting as the partial mediator… how he’d mark articles for me to read…I miss him, I miss our conversations and our walks together. What would he have said about my new subjects for example?

He would have approved, I just know it…I guess I have enough conversations stored in me to know what he’d have said…right now.

Morning

Morning

1. the first part or period of the day, extending from dawn, or from midnight, to noon.
2. the beginning of day; dawn: Morning is almost here.
3. the first or early period of anything; beginning: the morning of life. –adjective
4. of or pertaining to morning: the morning hours.
5. occurring, appearing, used, etc., in the morning: a morning coffee break.

[ Two Klashers wrote post the deadline and were a couple of hours late, Konfessioner Sarang might not have checked the Inbox again... I am putting up one of the posts of first time Klasher Seema.. this is not up for the Kompetition though! The second Klasher was GS Virmani, he had not kommented last time he participated and I thought it prudent to refrain from entertaining his late entry--Konfessioner Singh]

Seema Kashyap

He starts walking the moment I switch off my mind- you know – the moment my thoughts cease and I drop off into the unknown. I wake up with a jerk and my eyes hurt as I grate them open- even in the dark. Creak-creak- creak-thump. Woosh- I hear the flush. Creak-creak, creak-creak- he enters the bedroom. He will get up again at 1:30am and at 3:30am. If I’m lucky my ear-plugs will work and I’ll be so tired that my mind will refuse to register his sounds.

Creak-creak, creak-crash. Its 6:00am. He’s always up at 6:00am, no matter what time he goes to sleep. Will there ever be a day when I wake up to the sound of birds like I used to in Lucknow? To the sound of bells and chants to gods as papa went about his morning prayers? Not till I live in this thin-floored apartment in New Jersey with a fat insomniac upstairs neighbor. Ugh!

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Mandappa KC (119)

They called him Captain, of what I never knew
He told me bedtime stories of things rare and few
He sat there with a guitar, time after time
Telling me of distant lands, sipping on his wine
He sang of monsters, pirates and ogres too
Boogeymen, nobgoblins and a wily octopus named Goo
They wrecked havoc while they laughed at the moon.
And scared little children who never ate with a spoon.
But stand up. Fight
Fight
With all your might
When you are right
Stand my little soldier he would say to me
Never be scared, whoever your enemy
For the morning will come at the end of each night
And through every darkness, there will be light.

Dok Saab (120)

Naina buried her face deeper into Rohit's chest. She was sobbing. Rohit tightened his hug. "Why don't you sleep, mera bachha? It's getting late. I have to catch the morning train". Rohit kissed her forehead. She responded with kissing his chest. "Can't you stay for one more day? It has been only three days since we got married". "You know I can't miss the morning train. They will throw me out of job if I don't reach by tomorrow". Naina looked at the window through her half opened eyes. The sky was getting dark blue. Some birds were chirping in the backyard. Morning was the best time of the day, she always believed. But today she wished morning never came.

Mickey, the Monkey (119)

It was early morning and I was still sleeping snugly on the mango tree, dreaming about Jane, when this noise woke me up. I scratched my back and yawned. Then I looked for the source of noise. To my utter horror, Jane was lying near the pond and was puking out. Her sister was by her side. In three jumps I reached beside her. "What happened darling", I asked, "you look sick"."You naughty ape, look what you did to my sister"."We only played some games, Linda. But why is she vomiting, she never ate any wild berries". "You foolish ape, this is morning sickness. You are going to become a father".What a lovely morning that was.

Priyanka (118)

Aveek felt numb. He felt a blinding light pressing on his eyelids. He was standing at the pearly gates. He had not survived the night on the frozen mountainside, after he got separated from his team. He could feel the angels near him, engulfing him in warm breath and thought, 'Do angels breathe?' He felt them licking his face. 'Hang on!', he thought, 'angels don't lick faces.' He slowly opened his eyes and was dazzled by the light. Slowly, as his eyes adjusted, he could make out a shaggy head, with drooping ears. Slowly, Jackie came into view. His dog had saved him, and he realized that the blinding light was the morning sun blazing down on him.

Willy Wingfoot (118)

Fireside Ballad of the Wings'of'old:

Aeons ago, hmm, so long ago,

Noon sun bright, my WINGS would glow.

Unto mounts, upon blue sea,

Carried them I, proud and glee.

Merry stirred my flight all day,

Living and dead alike, found me gay.

Blood-red blade, bow and arrow,

Riding a Dragon, came sorrow.

One spew fire, other harpooned spear,

that burnt my rear, and heart bled with fear.

Swift wing, quick wit, bourne by haste,

bound towards the clouds, where lay my fathers great.

Whirling, dodging, yelping and yelling,

they found my calling, and poured down hurling.

Slit! Rip! Scratch! Slash!

Valor and courage, stunned the rider and wormling,

and cowering they flew, like the wind of the MORNING.

The Genuine Fake (196)

0630 hrs. Another daybreak is here, I mumble to myself and crinkle in the glistening rays of the sun. Quite strangely,every morning I start to brush my set of enamel coated structures,a few questions choose to stir my mind up. Most common ones being,
--"How does my alarm clock automatically get into the "Snooze" mode?"
--"Why do I get the best sleep while I am on the toilet seat?"
--"Why did the Bangles choose to write only Manic Monday and not Manic other-days-of-the week?"
--"Why do I almost end up applying shaving cream to wash my face?"
and the last one being,
--" Why do I waste so much time on these stupid questions?"
And then...Snap out! Haste everywhere. A half eaten bread toast on the table. Running behind the company bus [with an occassional "wait" to the driver],finally managing to enter the bus,feeling like a winner [for catching the bus] and a loser [for being late] at the same time and the "preparatory" nap till the workplace.
0900 hrs. Yet another morning,with the same conclusion..
"What is this life,if full of care...
We have no time to stand and stare."

Misanthrope (133)

Flying particles & water vapor together,
Scattered the blue light,
Left me a red sunset for sight,
Me with my dream - were flying in a flight..

For the roar of engine
& cry of the pilot,
My mind acted like a bigot..

When I opened my eyes,
It was sight that I had never seen,
It was the sight that I should not have seen,
Lost in the sanctuary of ghosts,
First time - I was afraid of thoughts..

I waited - watched them,
All at once,
As I didn't react,
Dissapointedly they act..

And as I saw a tubular tongue of a sunbird,
I started looking for the sun,
It was light - pure - yellow - devine,
The particles had settled,
It was a sunrise,
It was a morning light..

NM (96)

“It’s a beautiful morning” she said, yawning, looking out of the window…
I didn’t say anything but kissed her softly on her brow...
She smiled and began to get dressed…
I was so much in love that I felt almost blessed…
“Let’s get married, Rhea…” I said, “Let’s start anew… it’s still dawn…”
She didn’t even look at me as she pulled out the blanket, fawn…
“We’ll run away”, I tried to assure, “We’ll go to Venice… we’ll go to Rome…”
“I think you should leave” she stared at me coldly, “Kshitij will soon be home.”

Sarang Mahajan (115)

They roughly pushed me inside a small cell and locked the heavy iron door... for the next sixteen years. I crashed down, burdened by heavy chains. The darkness around me was impenetrable. Eyes open or shut made no difference.

In night, a square opened briefly in the door to let in my one-time meal and water, but no ray of light.

"Just food? Where's hope?" I whispered.

Hours later, a tiny hole appeared in a wall. I was told, they did it every morning to let in air. I looked outside, and hope washed away my dark thoughts. I smiled and said, "Dear Morning, I want to feel you again, some day after sixteen years."

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Lord Summer, the Stallion (120)

I stirred and opened my eyes at the cock’s crow
And sprang out of the stable, for my three-hour show

A cool breeze greeted me warmly, Sun smiled behind the mountains’ bow
I threw up my hooves and whinnied at the welcome, scarlet glow

I trotted through the chirping woodland, dew upon its brow
And stopped to see the swans in the lake, gliding nice and slow

I greeted the blue bird and the yellow one, and every duck and dove
And a deer, a fox and the rabbits, who were peeping out of their cove

Then came the master’s whistle, as the day began to grow
And I said, “See you tomorrow, Morning, but now Summer has to go.”

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Smile

Smile…

1.	to assume a facial expression indicating pleasure, favor, or amusement, but sometimes derision or scorn, characterized by an upturning of the corners of the mouth.

2.	to regard with favor: Luck smiled on us that night.

3.	to have a pleasant or agreeable appearance or aspect, as natural scenes, objects, etc.: The landscape smiled in the sunlight.

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Lord Summer (120)

I lay drained and hungry beneath a massive hill,
Standing atop which, there was some grass still,

I was tired as a stone, and weak as a fly,
But my tongue stuck out long, saying, “Go Summer, try.”

I stood upon my trembling legs and trotted up the slope,
Through a blurry vision, eying my last hope.

For hours I staggered, on, on and on,
The waving grass calling me, “Dear horse, come on.”

But what happened up there, you don’t wanna read,
From the other part of mountain, climbed up a lovely, female steed.

I let her finish the grass; in return she offered a smile,
And I said grinning wide, “I can live on that for a while.”

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Sarang Mahajan (120)

Where my car coughed and dried, was a lone hut sheltering darkness
Outside sat six people, or rather, six skeletons

An old man squatted on the ground, his life’s wealth his ribcage
There was also a skinny woman, who let her pallu drop at my sight
Her husband glanced my way, then walked away, silently
Three little girls stared at the twilight

Only misery and desperation can dwell here, I thought.

But then, one girl, clumsily clad in man’s shorts, walked up to me
Not amused by my car, but by my Donald Duck keychain
She smiled, the smile touched her eyes.
I smiled too.
If that innocent smile could spring out of that gloom, then there was hope, surely.

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Richa Gupta (119/122)

The guns had started early today. The war and the casualties had hardened them by now and 4year old Ilayasa and her two older brothers could even smile, laugh and still be happy at little things. Zahed rounded up his 3kids for school. The 10minute walk was fraught with danger but it was a part of their routine now. Rubaiyya came out to see them off when Ilayasa remembering her bottle ran inside down to the basement. There was a big swoosh and the explosion rocked the whole house. Ilayasa came out to find her family lying in a twisted tangled pile of bodies. Today was the day she lost her whole world and today she lost her smile.

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GS Virmani (118)

"Do you like me?" asked Anirudh to her newly wed bride Neha.

"It is inconsequential now." she replied

and after a pause she started sobbing.

Hey what is this! I cant see you like this. I inferred your silence as an affirmation to our marriage. why didn't you told me before that u r not happy with this nuptial.

a few droplets of water on Anirudh's face made him awake from tense dream.

Neha was combing her curly wet hairs.the fragrance of her body was soothing enough to relieve pain of surreal..he embraced her into his arms and kissed twice.

"I had a bad dream just now Neha"..said Anirudh.

"It is inconsequential now"..replied Neha with a Monalisa "Smile".

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Mandappa KC (120)

He was witty as always. Neha smiled the reassuring smile of a faithful girlfriend.

"I love your smile, but I got to run. Be back in fifteen" Saying that he grabbed his jacket and ran out of her sight.

Across the street to another café where Sneha was waiting.

He was witty as always. She smiled the smile of new found love. Her cute dimples more prominent than her sexy thin lips. "Oh, the things I do for your smile baby. Catch you later." Then he left.

A wicked smile on his lips as he crossed the street back to Neha.

Little did he realize their coy smiles inbetween. They had outwitted him. Caught

red-handed his wit and smile disappeared.

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Willy Wingfoot (122/135)

As tears rolled down my cheeks,momma took my hand, caressed my palms...& asked me.

Why i cant ride a Broom,momma? Why dont the trees fly?Why do the birds run way from me?Why i cant wear a robe to school? Where's the Oilphaunts? the Unicorn..fairies,..the Golems??Why am i not ruled by Kings so great?Where are the wizards with Fireworks?And the queen on the frozen throne?What of the Elves and the gruffy Dwarves?...Treasure,Gold...and MAGIC,momma??

She gave me a hug, put the blanket over and kissed me GoodNight.
That night i saw through the window, and faced a grim Moon staring back.For reasons unknown i smiled at it with my wet cheeks...n i found an overwhelming Hope in my little chest...when the MOON smiled back.

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Mickey (95)

I can never forget that smile.
It certainly was a smile…
She was in great pain.
Her body was writhing,
Almost convulsing.
Face wet with sweat,
Hairs disheveled,
Teeth clenched,
She cried in agony.
Suddenly,
The pain worsened,
She went into a spasm
Her fist gripped my hand tightly,
A loud cry we heard,
Lusty cry of a baby.
She looked at me
A brief glint in her eyes
Just for a moment
Her lips curved upwards
And the dimple in her cheeks deepened.
It certainly was a smile….
I can never forget that smile.

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Butch gazes, Silver grazes on the Rio Grande Valley (120)

"And so esteemed jury, mine is not a plea. It's a demand for justice. They can mix contaminated water in milk, they can make our food poisonous with all the pesticides they use, they can rake millions with our tax money, they can render thousands homeless in the name of economic development. And how have we acted? Shambhu here with is pale face and ramshackle constitution might seem a sucker for scandalizing our honorable minister and make some quick money. What most fail to realize that, inspite of wiping off everything he had, his family, his house, his body, they have failed to wipe away one very important thing. His SMILE. Thanks Shambhu, for not letting them get you. "

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Priyanka Acharya (111)

He felt someone's eyes on him. He looked up and saw a girl, dressed in a full length cocktail dress, looking at him, and, he couldn't believe his eyes, smiling at him. At that time she looked as the most beautiful girl in the room. She went on smiling at him. He went up to her and said, "Hello". The girl looked at him, smiled in a suggestive way and said, "Hello". He was pleased. He continued, "I am Jack. Can I buy you a drink?" She said, "Sure, but before that I wanted to ask you if you could introduce me to your absolutely handsome friend, sitting at the bar?"

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Truth Dude (109)

her head hurt like hell.

bleeding.

fuck, that hurt!

she sat up a little dazed..

how long was she unconcious?

had she been raped?

her recollection was hazy.

she looked around...and saw the disarray.

then she saw the body.

he smelled of whisky.

and he was blue...

hard, cold and blue.

yes, he'd come at her.

almost every night, he'd come.

fetid and limp dicked, he'd come at her.

while her mother was out.

while the world slept.

he'd come at her.

screams and moans...

the bruise on his head

he wouldn't.

he wouldn't anymore.

that fat sodden bastard wouldn't.

and after years, she grinned a broken toothed smile.

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Santonu (112)

The great soul was smiling, a big broad smile, after he came out from the jail, spending 3 decades in the darkness of the cell, was he really so happy? Mandela was smiling when riots broke out in the streets of South Africa, just to say the world, I am there. Mandela was smiling while unveiling the bust of mahatma at the heart of South Africa, was he reminiscing the events occurred to Gandhi and still smiling? Smile was there when Julus were at battle and lost lives, was he too concerned? He smiled also at the day of his divorce! Nelson Mendela smiled even when the world shed tears for him

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Misanthrope (197)

Rain of blood on the city under threat ,

They say shoot and the god says die,

The brave & the coward - 

Everyone has to die & the devil smiles.

The grail is broken,

Deprived thoughts wants to be free,

The rays of night shines in my body,

Depressive screams of victims I hear.

A mother wants to touch her child,

The blast wants to kill the child,

The child died.

The devil smiles..

The reason is clear,

Destruction is the fear,

Life is useless,

Bravery is fatuous - 

slaves of humanity baths in blood,

The devil smiles.

My bonny eyes died,

I don't see anything,

I jus feel the blood - I jus hear scream,

My soul gets violent,

I felt the gun,

I want to touch the trigger,

The gun cries : the bullet flies,

I am alive no more,

Fear killed me for the soul.

And the devil smiles,

And the devil smiles,

And the devil smiles,

The sun rises : the ray lights the dead,

My eyes reflects the face : the face that killed : the faces are two,

They show the truth : The devil smiles & the god follows.  

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Body

Body

· The entire material or physical structure of an organism, especially of a human or animal.

· The physical part of a person.

· A corpse or carcass.

· The trunk or torso of a human or animal.

· The part of a garment covering the torso.

· A human; a person.

· A group of individuals regarded as an entity; a corporation.

· Anatomy The largest or principal part of an organ; corpus.

· The nave of a church.

· The content of a book or document exclusive of prefatory matter, codicils, indexes, or appendixes.

[Old Konfessioners please note! WE have some fresh blood this week haha.. Priyanka was unaware of the 120 word rule..since it's her first post, I'm putting it up as it is...! Lord Summer 'is a stallion' who writes! and since I've been advertising us on orkut a bit..we might have another 2-3 entries..could you wait till Saturday "tomorrow!!" to vote!??! Thanks!!! ]

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Kasturi Rangan (138)

King Of The Moaning Dwarves

Was born half a foot,
And grew just a bit.
My mum named me Ralph,
But the others knew not for what it was.
At 5, the Dog ate my left ear,
Mum cried, for why i went near.
But all i did was just walk by,
for the Dog to take me a Rabbit Pie.
Bald by 12, credit my cousin's craze,
for she took me cute,with my hair ablaze.

Clown of my own play,
Rock in my own Clay.
As the heaven took my mum away,
Away i ran the very next day.
If Brutal ruled half my life,
Peace, i forced in the other half.

At 90, when i still breathe,
I am, but 3foot full of Wisdom and Truth
And Joy as much, as my CRIPPLED BODY can hold!

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Santonu (123)

("...its based on a true accident took place in Kolkata yesterday, the kid met with an accident and his brother named sandeep, lookd for help but cudn't get it in the heartless city.Eventually the kid passed away. Its not just on the body, i just wanted to feel how it'd have felt when u hug someone hard and feel the life slowly disappears. ..")--An extract from Santonu's e-mail to The Konfessioners.

Sandeep was clinging his brother's body tightly, under that afternoon sun, the whole road and crossing appeared blurred. Blood was trickling out from everywhere but he couldn't stop it. Through his tearful eyes he still could see the red mark which appeared when he hit him hard with the remote control in the morning, he wanted to kill him! and now he wants to stop him leaving his body, "Oh god, where are u, please help me..help me stopping me this blood" . He tried to stop him going. He clung to his body much harder, only to see the red scar becoming blurred. The siren didn't reach his ear as he felt he had lost the battle,life has disappeared from his body

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Misanthrope (96)

Intemperate motion of the fluid inside,
Causing my body to lose her stress,
Everything that defined her,
Leaving her unknowingly !

Abjured the adjectives from around,
Body became a container for my shapeless soul,
Irrelevant thought of understanding me - as my body,
Probably disturbs me the most,
In those years of incarnation,
I was wandering as a ghost..

Wearing my body & I am still not naked,
The monstrous desires of my being,
Covers me from around,
Everything human is leaving its shape,
As my body is strangled to the death..

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Priyanka Acharya (885)

"What...??", Neha thought, "not again..!!" And finally shouted at her mom, "I can't go through another humiliation. Please mom, why don't you people leave me alone? Please stop bothering about my marriage. It just won't happen."

And she stormed out of the room.

She sat on her bed, hugging her pillow, and reflecting back on the past two years of the melodrama going on in the family. She was 33 years old, not beautiful but attractive with good features, had a doctorate in English, was earning well as a lecturer at the local university, had a very engaging and caring nature, and always had a smile on her face, but the only obstacle in her marriage was her body. She was obese. Now that she thought of the past two years, the ten-odd guys she had met, had all rejected her because of her body. And she was feeling pretty humiliated by now, and when she heard of the eleventh guy coming to visit her the next day, she thought that she just couldn't take another rejection. She decided to do something about it.

She went to her mother and said, "Mom, I want to talk to this Mr. Mayank, who is coming to meet me tomorrow, right now."

Her mother was surprised, "But why beta?"

Neha was exasperated, her nerves stretched to breaking-point. Controlling her anger, she said, "Please mother, you won't understand. Now will you please give me his number.?"

Her mother was stumped, but nevertheless she gave her Mayank's office number.

Neha called him at his office. The phone rang twice before being picked up by a gruff-voiced man. She asked tentatively, "Am I speaking to Mr. Mayank?" He replied politely, "Yes, may I know who is this?" She said, "Yes, I am Neha. You are supposedly coming to our place with a marriage proposal for me tomorrow." He said, "Oh yes, but-" She cut him in mid-sentence, "Please listen to me. Please don't take me otherwise, but I don't want you to visit us with this marriage proposal. You must've seen my photograph." He said, "Yes, I have, but-" She again interrupted him, "So you know exactly how I look. In fact I don't understand why you agreed to come when you know how I look. The same scene will be repeated again tomorrow, you'll reject me after seeing me, and then make up some excuse, and I'll have to face another humiliation and my parents have to face another disappointment regarding my marriage. So please spare us." And she slammed the phone down.

She was pretty sure, Mayank would not come and had not bothered to dress up at all. So when the door bell rang the next evening, she was surprised to hear her father welcoming Mayank in. She was amazed to hear Mayank say, "I want to meet Neha right now." She was pretty angry at him that he had not paid any heed to her phone call. She stormed into the living room, ready to give him a piece of her mind. But words failed her. There was Mayank, handsome, lean and absolutely fabulous. His photographer hadn't done justice to him. Her anxiety increased, thinking that he'll totally reject her. She started to say something but Mayank spoke before she could get a word out. "I came here today because I wanted to meet you. I want to marry you." Neha was stunned. Was she hearing him correctly? Even her parents were surprised on hearing this. Mayank continued, "I saw your phoograph, and the first thing that struck me was the honesty and dignity in your eyes and on your face. I want a wife, not a model. I always wanted my wife to be a dignified lady, who is honest with herself and the world. I wanted her to be caring, loving and who had the guts to face the truth about anything in this world. And I found all those qualities in you. After you rang off yesterday, I sat and thought about everything you said, and I decided that you are the one I want to marry, 'cos you are honest with yourself, and you were being honest with me. What does it matter if you are a few kilos over the ideal weight? It is just a body. One day it will perish, but what you have achieved in life, how you have made others happy, will always be cherished and you will always be loved for that, not your body.You'll always look beautiful to me. So please marry me, else I'll keep calling at your doorstep everyday of my life."

Tears were streaming down her face. She realised that whatever Mayank said was from straight from the heart. He really wanted to marry her for the person she was, not for how she looked physically. She was overwhelmed and looked at her parents. They could not believe this was happening. They were so happy. And finally when she looked at Mayank, she knew that she would never regret marrying him.

The marriage took place 3 months later. And the couple looked beautiful and happy, and everybody was amazed at the change in Neha. She was the same as before, physically, but Mayank's love and support made her the most beautiful woman around.

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Lord Summer, the poet (61)

My body is my car,
My body is my truck,
It carries me so far
With on my back a duck

My body is strong
But my body is slave
My master is scrawny
But he rides me like a wave

My body is why I am
One amongst a million
My body is what makes me
Summer, the great Stallion

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Truth Dude (111)

She woke up softly, languidly and curled up.

His soft breathing made her want to throw her arm around his chest. The memory of last night reddened her cheeks.
A spark…as she softly caressed his tussle below.

He half-smiled.

'Wake up, soochi'.

'Mmmmmmmm, lemme sleep a little more', he slurred.

Teasingly, she drew small circles on his nipples. She knew he couldn't resist that.
'Debauch' she thought to herself.
'Grroufff ', she breathed into his ear.
And bit him.

'I need the sleep' and he pulled the sheet over his head.

'Not today, soochi.'

'Smoooooooochi', he complained.

'It's Sunday honey…and breakfast is served', she announced.
And she climbed onto his face.

Mandappa KC (120)

If you asked me earlier, I would've said a woman's mind is more important than her body. That was until I met her.

Her half moon eyes shone with more luster that polished ivory of a freshly humped elephant. And her face was enough to make ones heart freeze.

Then she slid off her jeans, her dusky complexion like a night out in the wild lit by a hovering moon. Her colour, her texture her tone was enough to wipe the breath clean from my lungs.

Her rosy pink nipples resembled the dots of blush on her face. And her neatly trimmed pelvis seem a paved path to eternity.

I fumbled with the camera. Body first. Atleast behind the camera.

Dok Saab (119)

"To Ramu I give my farms, for his selfless service"
Late Babu Roshan Lal, freedom fighter's will was being read out,
" to my son, rest of my property. My eyes be given to the Eye Bank, and my body to the KGMC, for the benefit of the medical students."

"Hey RK, look at this body allotted to us. The old man has no eyeballs."
"Must have been ogling at some gal, who gouged his eyes"
"Lets play a prank, cut his dick and gift it to Chakku darling, she is acting so pricey with us."

Thus lied the body of Late Babu Roshan Lal, Freedom Fighter, on the marble slab, eyes gouged, organs mutilated and his pride, humiliated.

Mickey (116)

Thakur Padam Singh was looking at his third bride, in utter disbelief.
There she was lying, calmly in his flower-decorated bed.
Ranno looked beautiful in the red banrasi sari.
Her face had a strange look of peace and agony.
The chit he found under the bottle of rat poison was still in his hand.
"You knew that I loved Lakhiya, still you forced my old father into marrying me to you.
You took fancy to my body, so here is my body for you.
Feast on it and satisfy your hunger.
But my soul belongs to Lakhiya and only he will have it,
We will meet, if not in this life then in the next one."

Richa Gupta (101)

Body--Kaya

Adbhut, anupam, nirali hai yovna ki yeh kaya

Nadiya ki chanchalta pushp ki hai komalta

Yeh roop dekh Dushyant ko aur kuch na bhaya

Komal, kamuk, madbhara hai uska har ang

Nayan jhuka ke halka sa muskura ke

Chhed di Dushyant ke man mein jaltarang

Bahupaash mein bhar loon mein, Dushyant ka man ho aaya

Sharirik prem tha yeh ya do aatmayon ka bandhan

Hai!! yeh kaviraj Kalidas spasht na kar paya

Solah basant liye swarnim, sajal hai Shakuntala ki kaya

Isi naari deh ne prerit kiya hai yudh bhi v prem bhi

Prerit kiya hai kaam krodh moh aur maya

Anahita Dordi (120)

Her body was snow white, slender and graceful. Strayed away from her flock in the woods, she swam all alone in this lake which marked the end of Roger town. Yes, she was a gorgeous ‘Swan’. Effortlessly sliding over the water; with a wing span vast and majestically enormous.

Cathy & Veronica daily witnessed the swan’s ballet. Once on their way they heard the swan-song and hurried to the lake, but she was missing. Veronica spotted a white streak. Soon she appeared to them, this time floating sluggishly. Her wings awkwardly stretched and neck immersed. It was poignant to see the swan dead on the still waters. She was killed by the industrial wastes. She did die singing the swan-song.

Konfessioner Singh (110)

So there you lie, this is the end.

Goodbye goodbye.

“Aaah…what poetry… Miss. Jung, you have excelled yourself yet again!” his eyes twinkled, but it was repulsive…the whole act was repulsive. The way his mouth twitched, how his toes stood up in his shoes and his cheeks reddened, the way he wheezed. I’d watched the performance week after week.

The teacher and his muse. Mr. Nelson and Nafisa Jung.

Nafisa couldn’t write, she didn’t know a syllable from a senyru but she was a peach…and he a fatally attracted drosophila. Smiling like the summer she sat down on the hard wooden bench, Nelson devouring her body with his hungry stare.

Pain

Pain

· An unpleasant sensation occurring in varying degrees of severity as a consequence of injury, disease, or emotional disorder.

· Suffering or distress.

Konfessioner Singh

“I remember her when she was beautiful and then, when she was in pain…” Bano caressed the ravages wrapped in something that was once ferozi in colour. Never taking her hand off what seemed like a forehead, no tears wetting her full brown cheeks, with green bangles softly clinking together against what remained of her Arshia.

Arshia…almond eyed Arshia, pouting Arshia, dancing in green grass Arshia, sleeping Arshia...now on the mango tree laughing with the others, now looking at the moon and then her…the tiny water drops woven into her eyelashes, wiping her hands against Bano’s ferozi dupatta..

I imagined what lay before me in another time, another place…with a face.

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Truth Dude

The tears that drop down your eyes

can sting a heart half a world away.

This is pain.

The first fall of a child

moistens the parents eyes.

This is pain.

When an animal succumbs

as a victim to fashion.

tis abuse and pain.

When wars are fought

leaving behind hollow, human shells...

...the mindlessness is pain!

When failure is promoted...

and labels decide your fate.

Shamelessness is pain.

When God's precepts

demands blood and violence.

Pain is a game.

And when you are hurt, my love,

and I can't squeeze you tight.

My verse is... Pain.

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Dok Saab

Please…Abir

Not today

I am tired

Tied to the bedpost

Her wrists ached.

Thrash…

Blood oozed

From the corner of her lips

I am your wife

You don't have to force.

He started whipping madly

With his belt.

It hurts ..Abir

I beg of you..

Tears rolled down her red cheeks.

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You Bitch…

I love the way

You cry and beg

Your Pain

Is

My Pleasure

Anahita Dordi

Pain is a needle.

Pain is a bullet.

Pain is a fall.

Pain is when you don’t get a call.

Pain is in being close.

Pain is in being far.

Pain is absurd.

Pain is when you are not heard.

Pain is a burn.

Pain is a bite.

Pain is a wound.

Pain is through fight.

Pain is real.

Pain is surreal.

Pain is in killing.

Pain is in forgiving.

Pain is through words.

Pain is through silence.

Pain is through wine.

Pain is divine.

Pain is when it’s all over.

Pain is in saying it all.

Pain is to part.

Pain is indeed a Broken Heart.

Mandappa KC

A man sat sobbing at the bar, his tears filling the neat 90ml Scotch in his hand. The others moved away from his wailing shadows. A man braved the situation with a smile. "Wassup mate?"

"What you smiling about? I've got problems."

"We all do mate."

"Quit smiling buster. My wife took off with my money. She's gone. All is lost. There's no hope. I'm doomed and your still fucking smiling!"

"Relax, shit happens!"

"Shit fucking happens! And it's gonna happen to you if you don't wipe that grin off your face, you cold bastard!"

"Easy"

"Easy my ass! You don't know pain."

"I married the love of my life only to learn I have testicular cancer. That's pain!"

NM

The cherry fell down after a particularly big rain-drop hit his nose as he stood in the rain after a show. His hands shivering inside the pockets of his polka dotted, torn, stitched and torn again shirt. The cheap makeup on his face was slowly dripping off his face, his eyes red.

The ring master opened the cage, his eyes moist too. With him were a couple of people, all of them sad. After all none of them were used to watching Sunny, the chimpanzee sleep so peacefully. He always jumped at them, mocked them, and played with them.

"He's dead" the ringmaster confirmed their fears, "Where's Ronnie?" he suddenly realized that Sunny's best friend wasn't around.

"He's crying in the rain" a fellow clown pointed at Ronnie who was standing at a distance, looking at the red cherry that had just fell down from his nose, "Looks like he is in a lot of pain."

"How does he know about Sunny?" The ring master said, "He just came back from a show, didn't he?" he continued, confused.

"He lost his wife this morning", another clown said, "He still doesn't know about Sunny"