The game continues...

“A new life?” “Without you, silly?”

“Let’s get back...On my terms!”

No more blow hot, blow cold.

Face it, it wasn’t that obvious!

Or perhaps, I love wearing denial.

I remember. Eons ago is vague.

Another deadlock: You call. I cut.

Joined at the hip or separated?

Very chubby, where’s my talon hickie?

Coming out..

Ok... so, reluctantly
I gave up lurking,
and posted my first
comment…
on an unknown
blogger’s lament
that a certain
movie didn’t end…
Guess it took
me so long
to come
out of my shell,
coz I satiated
myself reading,
sometimes
skimming,
about fetishes,
personal hells
or Hugo Weaving,
and smiled to
myself,
thinking
it wasn’t just
me going
insane.
Guess,
not all
things are
in vain!

Turning One

(Office party gone wrong)

By default, I wore DNA colour.

Murderers went on a stabbing spree.

Tragedy: A massacre of unsuspecting balloons.

Mob mentality had a field day.

People scrambled for "banana wayphers".

Computer terminals bathed in fizzy Champagne.

Bald pates took a swig too!

Kala Ghoda sulked in the corner.

Frustrated Crazy Frog raped a balloon.

Fingering the balloon, he prematurely ejaculated.

Saris hobnobbed with some more saris.

Smart asses flicked the champagne bottle.

The graveyard cake tasted deathly sweet.

"No party!?" "Paper's not making enough?"

**

Today, I won't get myself harassed.

Too late, I'm in too deep.

Everyday, it's the same ol' story!

Journey After

Fun: Kid racing with a bus.

Smoke ring sneaks out of car.

Nostalgia lives in the Parsi Colony.

Old flocked to the stately agiary.

Staccato: The story of his life.

Stuffy jams: Traffic cop’s occupational hazard.

School kid abuses water-splashing taxi.

Cold conductors queue for a bus.

Fat lady’s ass goes left right!

Under the bridge. Cars fly over.

"Is it Sunday," I sleepily wondered.

“Oh gosh! I’m a day behind…”

n series (part deux)

Torch in the sky fought darkness.

Daylight broke on us, albeit suddenly.

Rain washed the world of sins.

The azaan woke up the neighbourhood.

Persuasive pir drowned Adnan's chart-topper.

Eclectic, arbit mix serenaded the nite.

Grey blue hue filmed the expanse.

Pool teased me with it's blueness.

Only blondes questioned, "what's goin' on?"

6.30 am: "I'am wide awake" "Bizarre!"

Sumptuous breakfast: a mouthful of morning.

Matchbox houses stacked like building blocks.

Red and white flickered through the nite.

Bai unknowingly blocked my favourite view.

The pool took a quick shower.

Before I knew, it was 2!

Should I go to work today?

The ledge urged me to stay.

"Don't say thank you!" "Come back"

n series

One creative night at n’s place…

Exhaust: The motorcycle that didn’t stop.

Connecting the dots through your window.

Here…wind made love to me.

Chimes sanctified this fleeting, breezy union.

The silent space was my muse.

Dare: You bottomsed-up on water.

Darkness blanketed the silent, sleepy slums.

Guilt: I killed a clothespin today.

Hot shower spanked sense into me.

Hungry nite swallowed the reverse horn.

Wanted: A ledge for a muse.

SMS (Short Menagerie of Stories)

My attempt at being ‘Earnest’ Hemingway

Here’s a story in six words.

He said barber. She said saloon.

Obituary: Hunger died of appetite loss.

Tired! Of doing nothing? Yes.

Random reruns. Another sleepless night.

Cynical. Words win the staring duel

Insecurity peeped through his superiority complex.

"How odd, she's a 40-year-old man!"

Slums. Metro mushrooms. Need weeding.


Ok….this is where despicable crazy frog (CF) gatecrashed my poetic overture…

CF: Almost like paper towels. Multi purpose.)

ME: That nite, we consummated a poem.

CF: Coffee. Pee. Permutation. Areas of disagreement.

ME: He didn't stop when he could!

CF: Truism. Nobody stops when they should.

ME: Comprehend me!... If only he would?

CF: Michealangelo was no shallow fart. False.

ME: Upside down, he scratched his face.

CF: "Run Forrest run," my mind said.

ME: He looked. I punctuated his sentence.

CF: While bastard children of decadence smirked

ME: Psycho babble, pseudo drivel became him.

CF: Smartie. Cutie. Pity she is shortsighted.

ME: Baldie: "If only I had hair!"

ME: Hit where it hurts the most.

CF: Where it hurts there is hair

ME: That's worse than a bomb scare!

ME: Syllogisms aren't your cup of tea.

CF: Chicks rule. They also make rules.

CF: Thin crust. Hunger. Deep thrust. Salvation.

ME: Tap a brain? He is insane!

Converbs

My stories
are rhyme
a dozen.

Not all
that glitters
is sold.

Barking
dogs are full
of spite.

Modesty is
the best policy.

To err is human;
who forgives is
a swine.

Necessity is the
father of contention.

Don’t stock the tote.

Cool water ain’t cheap.

Shave for a rainy day.

Little drops of water,
little grains of sand,
is the stand-in lotion
for a tanned hand!

Who you don't
know won't desert
you.

Married to it!

Filling one
with a
sense of
elation,
has always
been my
favourite
vocation…

So, I
never made
an exception
in throwing
a surprise
reception
to those
I hold dear.

Not aware
that it
was an
addiction,
to use
this turn
of phrase,
this
punctuation
that I had
begun
to love…

Couldn’t resist
the temptation
to exploit
this inflection
at every
possible
situation.

In other
words,
when it
came to
my long,
drawn-out
affair
with the
visual scream,
this interjection
that made words
excited and
louder than
they seem;
I was married
to my good ol’
hubby: Exclamation!

Delcious sin

Forgive me father,
for I have sinned.
Though barred
from this worldly
pleasure,
I gave in.

Guilty pangs
became me
as I suffered
for this
profanation.

That one night
of abandon,
I renounced
salvation
and revelled
in the taste,
smell, feel
of the forbidden
but real…

Drinking in
the naked
splendour;
I gave up
my last chance
to repent.

And in a
move that’d
have awed
the demon
Balthazar,
I ravenously
violated my
Hershey’s cookies
and cream bar!

Just...

I looked
in vain
for a
creative spur
in the ladies
compartment.
It, apparently,
took
the earlier
train!

**

Woman starched
in a sari
blew a
bubble.
Stunned,
I penned
this feat
on the double.

**

Serenading
a taxi driver,
running over
a divider;
I was the
proverbial
‘night rider’.

**

I didn’t know
how to deal
with what
seemed outta
Ally Mcbeal...!

**

Sometimes
a touch,
doesn’t
mean
much;
a look
maybe
mistook
and a
gesture
is hard
to muster,
until…
you breach
trust,...
then it
all comes
down
to the
four-letter
word called
‘lust’.


**

Baby Babble

At the babies’
burping behest,
grumpy uncle
turned into
bumbling
baboon.

**

Linguist,
you are no
match for
an infant.
They come
armed with
a PhD
in gibberish!

**

He threw his
rattle away,
as we played
with
onomatopoeias.

**

Not yet one,
he’s spellbound
by women,
and loves
rides in
the car.
No wonder
my father
says:
“He’ll go
very far!”

Downward spiral

‘Indian boy
gets rescued
from hole
as nation
watches’
read the
headline.

Amusing
as it was,
I couldn’t
help but
wonder
how this
drama would
unfold
not above
the ground
but down under
where
this imp
of a kid
lay…

Did he
follow
the rabbit
or did the
local squirrel
make an Alice
outta him?

Did he
chance upon
the absurd
underworld
in his
unconscious
stupor
and grow
three sizes
too large,
playing
party pooper
to poor chatty
bandicoots
who mistook
him for a
hairy barge…

Or did
he meet
the cheshire
chameleon,
who
disappeared
now and then
leaving behind
its smirk —
unsettling
at first;
but on
second thoughts,
a rather
odd quirk!

Or was
he privy
to the
never-ending
tea party,
when
time
stood still?...

No one
seemed to
know…

Though,
a tense nation
continued to
watch with
rapt attention,
the CCTV
footage
of two
weary
eyes
awaiting
rescue.

But,
attempts
only went
askew.

Nevertheless,
countless
prayed..
for the
prince to
emerge
from the
darkness…

And
after 50
long hours,
he eventually did…

As he
woke up,
he saw…
what most
of us
couldn’t see…
that mad hatters
didn’t live
down under,
but they
made up
our reality.

That's when
he surmised
as Alice did,
that being
holed up
made one
queasy,
but worse still,
straddling the
upward spiral
was never
meant to
be easy!

Reborn

Saw ‘morning’
after a very
long time…

As the city
rubbed sleep
of its weary eyes;
the light
went on
in the skies…

And I decided
to pen
something,
after a
lazy respite.

**

I experienced
that rush today…

The kind I did
when I fell in love
the first time.

The sort that
I couldn’t
put my
finger on
over
the years..

The way
it tingled
and turned
a deep red
on my face.

The manner
it surged
within me
like a gush…

I never thought
I'd live to tell
or even get
a second chance
to recount
the anatomy
of a flush!

**

There I was,
sitting forlorn…
waiting…
when he
ambled past,
giving me the
corner-of-the-eye
routine.

We had been
at it for weeks;
he’d turn,
I’d look away;
I’d catch
sight of him
and he’d
make an effort
to look busy…

But today was
different;
I knew it
the moment
I saw
how weary
he looked…

We were
both tired
of playing
the game.
He saw it
in my eyes too.

Without waiting
for a cue,
he slid in..
brushing past
my waist,
nuzzling
into my arms;
and falling
asleep
on my knee,
we were
as the cliché
went:
meant to be..

Who knew
I’d recover
from this
cerebral fog,
until I
met my
lap dog!