Wizard

1.	a person who practices magic; magician or sorcerer.

2.	a conjurer or juggler.

3.	Also, whiz, wiz a person of amazing skill or accomplishment: a wizard at chemistry.
4.	of or pertaining to a wizard.

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Free Woman (97)

I’d always hoped in my life to meet
A wily, wisey crooked man
Who would conjure things up
And give me cryptic advice

A guardian angel, But not so nice
A magician, But with some wisdom too
Ancient, but not so old
Ugly, but pleasing to the eyes

As I look back with grown up eyes
I see just such a man was in my life
Preaching, protecting, ever indulging
Scolding, amusing,

Tall and strong – his blue eyes crinkling
White hair and walking stick

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Mickey The Monkey (120)

"F1", the SMS from Dr. Saab said.
"What is it" Dr. Michele called back.
Saab was the new computer savvy neurosurgeon in our hospital, always talking about gigabytes, networking, Blogs and PowerPoint Wizards.
"Mickey, I am baffled with this sarcoma patient. He is not responding to any treatment."
"Try Radiotherapy"
"Didn't work"
"Four drug chemotherapy"
"Had to stop because of side effects"
"Then go in for surgical removal"
"The tumor is very huge, Mickey, I have no experience with such types"
"Then F1 will not bail you out, Saab, what you need is a Wizard. Shift him to OR-8. I will be there in 30 minutes."
Dr. Michele Jordan, the wizard of neurosurgery, was getting ready for another challenging surgery.

Mandappa KC (119)

I'm a wizard no more.

I was a wizard. With the pen as my wand. The world my canvas.

It was a pomegranate evening, with juicy bursts every now and then.

I was a dreamer. I weaved my magic upon my sheet. As I sat under a tree.

I wrote. I warmed to the paper. And the heat of my magic made my cheeks cherry.

It was magical. I had won. I was crowned with the literary prize.

I wore a hat. And a superficial blood robe. I got a contract.

Money like falling rain. Staring face down at stardom. And then nothing.

Writer's block. Cold and thick as the blood of a rapist.

I couldn't write no more. I'm a wizard no more.

Dok Saab (118)

Greatest Wizard on the earth, him people feared.

Here was he lying down, broken and shattered.

He could produce roses and rabbits from thin air.

He could disappear from here and appear there.

Turning frog into a prince was a child's play.

A gentle wave of his wand turned night into day.

Magical power slowly got over his head.

He thought he could make people alive, dead.

He wanted to conquer the earth, stars and sky.

Only hindrance was a child he never knew why.

His curse backfired, his wand burnt away,

When he tried to kill the lovely child that day.

Shield of motherly love was protecting the child.

The Greatest Wizard lay there humiliated and riled.

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Santonu (120)

Light…from the table lamp was extremely bright. I was leaning over the table with specs up. It was 20 hrs of continuous struggle. The table was full of scattered parts, I tore them out from the radio, it was just the sensor I had to fix and then magic! I will screw up the whole locking system, tomorrow.

It was dawn when the security heard the click and I went for the sleep, a sound sleep. When I took the challenge didn't know how I could do that, but I knew I will and the damage was done. Everyone was worried, me too, thinking about the consequences but the sense of accomplishment overpowered it, Robotics Wizard, they call me…I smiled.

Maximus (120)

"The Time Wizard”

1000 AD. The wizard of Oz could now summon the powers of Time! After water, wind and fire had to bow down before the great Oz, the sorcerers in the kingdom knew it was coming. The great wizard would now make journey into time.

Oz sees the world change, melt into 2000 AD. Standing in a busy city center he summons a youth and says “I am the great wizard of Oz!” and the youth answers “Yeah? And I am the great wizard of Java, and over there is the wizard of C++ and over there Wizard Microsoft himself.”

Oz wakes up. The sorcerers surround him and ask “What did you see? Almighty Oz?”

Oz never told anyone. Would you?

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GSV (106)

In black and white skins

in feather and the fins

In green petals and red flowers

in thorns and the scars

In kings building their empire

in saints living in ur desire

In rain and rainbows so high

in sun, moon, and stars of sky

In each mountain,river and shrine

in whole realm of universe divine

Incarnate in bones

and carved in stones

in formless attire

in air you respire

athiest find you in science

astute search you in conscience

you are in beloved's look

equally in the holy book

In rich, poor, insane,and wise

O wizard of wizards....

omnipresent you are and yet in disguise...

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Truth Dude (120)

Zing!
Your ship is ready for take off!

Zing!
ping ping.

Entered Galaxy.
You win 20000 points.

Going through cluster one kaching-kaching-kaching-kaching-kaching. Watchout for the blackhole.

'Nobody defies the Blackhole. Hah!'

Wooooooooooo! You have entered the blackhole..no exits no exits no exi…ka-ching!

'No way, she could do that! No fucking way!!'

Wooo-wooo-woooo-wooo! High score 3 million 1 hundred and 45 thousand points.
'This is not possible. She beat my high score thrice this week. I'm gonna get her secret.'
He walks right up to her.

"Excuse me", he says. "The Who exactly are you?"

She turns around and he stares at her incredulously as she removes her blindfold.
She smiles and replies ever so sweetly,

"I am the Pinball Wizard."

Sarang Mahajan (119)

I know a wizard, who’s magic was boundless.
His hair wasn’t wizardly, but wisdom? Yes…
…wisdom to match any wizened wizard half a thousand years old.

He’d lean on his famous staff and walk, casting spells…
… spells sung passionately by the history.
… spells that would draw him an army of carpenters, farmers, blacksmiths and school teachers; and with a pinch of salt he could unite them together for the heroics no Indian will ever forget.

His words could spread magic faster than forest-fire.

Through his magical specs, he saw a weapon none had seen in millenniums before…
…the weapon of peace.

I know a wizard loved by the world… for the magic he once cast still spreads…

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Konfessioner Singh (147)

(I just wanted to enjoy myself haha..sorry about the word kount!! :) )

Oh yeah?

Yeah!

Charlie Brown, what on earth makes you think ALL wizards are men?

All the books and movies Marge.

Who asked you pig?

I was just trying to…

Forget it Peewee, we know! women are witches, men are wizards.

Baloney!

Marge is a witch, Marge is a wi-it-cch naa- na-na- naa!

Ooh, you! Never mind, I’m gonna go ask grandpa.

Off she trudged in her golden starred black velvet robe to the one man who held answers to all of life’s not so easy questions. What did boys know anyway? Stupid worms. She was a wizard and she knew it!

Grandpa, Peewee and Charlie Brown say I’m a witch.

Why, that’s wonderful Marge! I told your mother you were the clever one…

But pa!!! I am a wizzaaard! Witches don’t know about all the forces and..

Pumpkin, I know you’re a wizard.

Really?

Really, really.

Princess

Princess

1. a nonreigning female member of a royal family.
2. Hist. a female sovereign or monarch; queen.
3. the consort of a prince.
4. (in Great Britain) a daughter or granddaughter (if the child of a son) of a king or queen.
5. a woman considered to have the qualities or characteristics of a princess.

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Priyanka (120)

She looked resplendent in a dress of turquoise blue, with her hair plaited in two neat pigtails. She looked cute. Her big, brown eyes shone, as she danced with the mayor. For a six-year old, she could cut a fine circle around the dance floor. But her eyes were looking around, he knew, searching for him. And when she saw him, her face lit up with joy, and she ran towards him, launching into his arms and said, “Daddy, why are you staring at me?” He became aware of the traffic around him and realized that he was on his begging route. He looked at his daughter, fondly, and thought, “Even in this tattered dress, she’s still my little princess.”


Dok Saab (120)

"Rajkumari!! You are still sleeping. Who will wash the dirty utensils, your brothers?"
Born after four sons, she was treated like a real princess by her brothers. "What is my little princess doing" Joginder Singh used to call, when he returned from the office. She was very beautiful, and as she grew, she became even more elegant, delicate and charming. "My little princess! You will rule his home" he told her when he fixed her marriage with Rajat, a software engineer with Infosys. Rajat was from a well educated decent middle class family.
"Just because your dad named you Rajkumari, you think you are a princess" Rajat was shouting, "You think you will sleep and my mother will wash utensils."


Truth Dude (103)

A Love Song For A Princess

Your lustrous hair
weaves tales of fascination.
Your deeply expressive eyes,
mark the beauty of creation.

Your grace and style
are the cause of envy.
Your gracious smile
is as beautiful as can be.

Your royalty is plain
for all ordinary mortals to see.
I give you my heart
and I give it to you for free.

You will always be
the salt of my life.
If I should be so lucky
to make you my wife.

And in pain and tears
and happiness and joy...
I beg you to be the Queen,
of this ordinary boy.


Mandappa KC (115)

Princess

The spotlights were on her. She was dressed in a flowing white gown with a sparkling little tiara upon her princely head.
She screamed with bellowing hate.
"Get out of my castle and never set foot in it ever again.
You have tarnished my name and the very land you were born.
No man shall ever cross me again. And let this be an example. You dare hoot your brains on the fact that this land may one day be run by a woman. Aren't you ashamed of yourself you male chauvinistic pig."

"Cut", screamed the director.

She pulled out her phone, called and said "Dad, I promised you I'd be a princess someday."



Mickey, the monkey (120)

The Princess was coming to Sydney for the first time.
A grand reception was awaiting her arrival at the harbor.
A huge crowd had gathered for a glimpse of her.
They said she was very beautiful, most elegant and graceful.
I had never seen a royal beauty since I came to town from the jungles.
So I sat on a branch of the big banyan tree overhanging the sea.
Suddenly there was a big hullabaloo.
I saw that a big ship was coming in our direction.
It was a grand ship, very beautiful, most elegant and graceful.
I was looking for the regal lady on the ship,
when I saw written on the bow of the ship,
"The Caribbean Princess"

Santonu (112)

Bright sunshine and moonlight could touch you….
Morning breeze was privileged to play with your hairs,
when you closed your bright blue eyes.
Rain drops caressed your glowing face whenever they wished,
soak you with the chill and pleasure,
Green grass always welcomed you with their smiling face,
ever happy to carry you on their soft shoulder
Fragrance of the flowers could make you smile
A smile for which world went upside down

I wished, I could show you the beautiful world through my eyes,
give the warmth of the heart no one could imagine
But I only wished..
Someday I would hold your face and
kiss your eyes… My blind princess!

Sarang Mahajan (120)

High-born was she,
her father a grey king, a white crown upon his crest

Her babble was a tinkle,
When she leaped stone to stone, dancing through the high forest

Then one day she stepped out,
At father’s feet fell the child, curious, growing

Soon she was beautiful,
Young, meandering through the green hills, flowing

The world was then changing,
Her hosts now harsh and dry, blazing rays were vultures upon her

But high-born she was,
She mellowed them all with her blessings, growing greater

Then… she met her prince,
A great, blue emperor, waiting with an open embrace

River Nara looked back once,
She’d meet her father again some day, but not as a child, as a true princess

GS Virmani (130)

I am weak in 'tenses' and she was the one who made me remind the greatest lesson of grammar or should i say of life.. "Live in present, leave past and future". she came like a melody in my life. i can still feel the delicate touch of her little fingers. the way she laughed while jumping with balloons in her hand, wearing polka dotted frock is still visible to me. the sovenirs and momentos she brought and made me proud are still in my showcase. "Papa i love you too", i can still hear the words. today she is getting married and from now she would be queen of someone's heart but i face no problem of "tenses" while predicting that she would always be mine sweet little "princess".

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Magic

Magic

1.	the art of producing illusions as entertainment by the use of sleight of hand, deceptive devices, etc.; legerdemain; conjuring: to pull a rabbit out of a hat by magic.

2.	the art of producing a desired effect or result through the use of incantation or various other techniques that presumably assure human control of supernatural agencies or the forces of nature.

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Genuine Fake (113)

The hospital was in a state of chaos that afternoon. Although asleep on the wardroom bed,Nina's subconscience was in an overdrive. Memories of her unhappy married life flashed back and forth. Particularly of that morose night..
"We cannot afford it,Nina,whatabout our aspirations?"asked Shantanu.
"Luxuries can come by anytime,Shaan; moments like these come once in a lifetime!" answered she.
"Ohh yes,for you!" said he and stomped out...
Eight months of struggle had passed since then. Yet everything seemed right today..
"Congratulations for the baby boy", whispered the nurse. Nina woke up to see the baby and a sorry Shaan holding him.
The magic of a new life had just unfolded itself.
And thereafter,Happiness prevailed.

Willy Wingfoot (116)

My eyes went blind with tears
Of not pain
Of not loss
Neither joy
Nor fear
But by the memory of those years

Clinging to the tip of my father's robe,
Wandering around farms,
Upon yellow hills,
Through sea and heavy mist.
On and On.
Singing our own song.

When a secret sip of his mead,
Or to kill a game by his blade,
Were the innocent dreams i relished to aim.

Tonight,
When sorrow becomes my shadow,
And grief makes it hard to swallow.
A walk down the line,
Of a life left so far behind,
Feels like heavenly dew,
flowing down the desert of my throat.
Such is the MAGIC,
My childhood has bestowed.

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Agnisen Chauhan (120)

"Mr. Minella. Constable John saw you shoot Burt Carlson. He caught you in the corridor without a gun or bloodstains on you or on the crime scene. You couldn't have swept all of'em stains so swiftly! No windows in the crime scene room. Dunno what to say, but I'd have to let you go for now. But you would've to drop down here for some paperwork later this week."

"I have a plane to catch in twenty minutes. Goodbye."

Two hours later, Inspector Harte gets a fax for Mr. Minella's face identification from the US Crime Records Database.

Closest match: Carl Vajic, Albert, Texas

Record Backup: Newspaper Ad - "Vajic's Magic…. Magician Vagic's vanishing train act …."

"There all along!!"

Truth Dude (120)

'Ganapati Bappa Morya, Mangal Moorti Morya, Ganapati Bappa Morya, Mangal Moorti Morya...'the hypnotic chant continued to reverberate in the tiny hall.

Half closed eyes, the power of belief, reverence and electrified atmosphere cramped the room amidst the already huddled figures. A few were pacing rapidly in the meager space they had.

Already, the heart beats were heard across the open country.

Already, people clasped their hands tightly…oh so tightly.

'Wwiiiiiiiiikkkkkkiiiiiiiiittttttttttt', somebody screamed.

Prayers and hopes. Aspirations and dreams. All rolled together.

A billion people stood, sat rooted.

Sweat and tears.

And then it happened.

A spell was cast.

A hush fell.

A collective gasp.

And then…

And then…

And then…

A nation erupted whipped itself into frenzy!

Sheer magic…Indiyaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Yeeeehaaaa!

Dok Saab (120)

He was waiting on the stage for curtains to rise. Son of Peecee Sorcerer, the greatest magician of India, grandson of the court magician of Raja Mansukhdev, magic was in his blood. Tall, emaciated, he looked royal even in his tattered robes and faded turban. Paints flaked off from his rickety instruments.
"How many tickets we sold for this show, Maya"
"Only three rows have been sold, Indroneel"
Aimlessly he pointed his wand towards a wooden cage.
"We can't survive long like this"
"I'll have to find some other job"

Box office clerk of Frolic Cinemas was busy counting notes.
"Sorry, the show is houseful for the weekend"
"SRK's magic!!, it never fails"
"Give ten tickets for Monday matinée then"

Sarang Mahajan (119)

The sun was there by a branch hung

And thunders, inside a teapot rung



Seven blue seas lived in a bottle corked

Moon was inside a pocket parked



Deep, dense jungles grew in a rabbit’s hole

And all the stars twinkled in a cat’s milk bowl



In one stupid matchbox, all the storms would rage

Snowy, grey mountains were locked in a birdcage



Dark clouds gathered in an ironsmith’s nook

Rainbows were dangled by a nearby hook



Just then, I woke up, in my smooth, warm bed

‘A stupid dream of magic,’ with a shake of head I said



But before I slept back, something queer caught my eye

Just above my head, there was a cloud sailing by

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Neharika (112)

His one touch, flowers bloomed out of nothingness;

One wave of the wand, a million stars burst on the horizon;

Each fold of his velvet cloak,concealed a plethora of

fantasies,enchantments,dreams and wonders;

He cast spells and every wish was fulfilled;

He built a castle in the land of pixies,mermaids,unicorns and fairies galore.

As it turned into Gahenna,she asked the denizen of Utopia

When did the magic end.. of love.. of hope.. of life

When did he decide to walk away

As her vision blurred and darkness engulfed all..

The divorce papers slid from one hand and life from another..

The bottle of magic portion rolled on the floor, the label said "poison".

Mandappa KC (116)

The summary of the last seven years of my life – magical.

The details would take me seven times the time. Each second. Each moment. Each breath. Each everything. Everything with her, about her and together.

She tugged at my heart with heaven-sent harp strings. Her words, honey coated dewdrops on my now sugar coated mind. Like an angel kissed life I lived with her.

Then she left. Without a trace. It nearly killed me but it was worth it. And I knew her secret all along. All that happiness, the otherworldly love. I knew her secret. She never slipped up, but I caught on from the first day when she said "Hi, my name is Maya."

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Mickey the Monkey (120)

I longed for Jane at two in the night.
How to reach her, that was my plight.

Couldn't use magic outside hogwarts, I knew.
Desire overtook reason, out my wand I drew.

A big monkey I transfigured to, jumping on the trees.
Into her room I entered, leaving behind all my worries.

Scared at first, she recognized my voice.
I hugged and kissed the lady of my choice.

In came her mother hearing the jangle.
I jumped out, my wand on the table.

"Whom were you talking", she scolded her.
"What's that?" she took my wand with her.

Since then I am hanging near her house, on the tree.
God! When will I get my wand back and be free.

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Priyanka Acharya (120)

A pair of soothing hands, lots of loving kisses, warm hugs as and when required, sometimes, even when not required, and a secret magic ingredient – the perfect recipe to feel well. Whenever I have been sick or simply put down by the troubles of life, this potion has cheered me. Brewed to perfection, by my parents and siblings, even my friends, - for all my twenty five years of decadent life. And now that I move on to a different and new, yet exciting life, a thought crosses my mind, ‘Would I still get it?’ – and my heart answers, “yes, because the secret ingredient is the magic of love”, and I know it’ll just get better and better with time.

GS Virmani (181)

"magic is in mind, its our imagination that something is inexplicable,But there is nothing in this world which happens without a reason.Just we have to find the reason and say 'Eureka Eureka'.Its just our effort,our deeds,our plans, our projection which works..'no MAGIC works'..said the new CEO ,Pritish at opening speech to his board of directors and staff.

Pritish was pretty happy with the recent developments in his life.he was recently promoted to the post with bouquet of all luxuries,got news his wife Smita is an expectant,his younger brother got H1B visa,share market in boom and all investments doubled.

To celebrate there was a little lawn party at his place in evening where among guest and friends there was be a small show of a clown and a magician.Smita herself managed the liquor and food menu for the party.the party was great untill she started with labour pain and was brought to hospital.

Smita's excessive bleeding and being her anaemic brought her soon into 'danger' phase. Shortage of her blood group type made conditions worst.

Pritish was praying for a 'magic' .

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Konfessioner Singh (118)

I shoot blue butterflies
with noiseless firecrackers.

They flutter with purple pigeons
under a yellow starred
black velvet ink sky
between those red fur clouds;

And there’s this supernatural feel…

The dancing bear that escaped
sits next to me,
with his paw wrapped
in a bloody bandage.

His eyes are on the trapeze artist,
she’s waving him farewell.
a black kohl tear
rolls down
a white powdered cheek;

And he is discovered…

By the monkey:
with a stolen monocle,
and an old grudge;
selling toke,
for free backrubs.

And I hear--
that the canons were burgled
for bodies,
of dead human cannon supermen
by blind clowns without knees
searching, searching.

What magic,
at the Circus of the Absurd.

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.