Thursday, 22 March, 2012

To the dreaded dawn, the whining mirror and the nasty wind

An ashen face and trembling fingers
I held my bottle and gulped it down
With the mirror shouting, you are dying
I whispered in its ears, “I know”
As I dragged my feet towards the window
A gush of air pushed me away
The struggle between the two of us
The wind and I, consummated with the beginning of the day

I pranced through the meadows
In sunshine yellow and strawberry pink
A floral scarf, that went down till my knees
I kissed the air, to the sun I winked
Friends and folks beamed at my smile
I reassured them I was doing fine
I danced through the day and celebrated the feast
With my world, through the day I drank and dined
The day took off, the evening was here
The coats were put, feet marched towards their caves
I stood at the road with my eyes glued to the way
One for my home, one to a place far away
And again I gave up that thought
For the house, I left astray

As I shed off the cloak of the gaiety I wore
The mirror again shouted you’re living as the world’s whore
You smile because they want you to, dance to their song
I shouted “He stole my breathe and left me to a life forlorn,
Let me smile at the world and hide the tear they mistake for a glint in my eye
Let me dance to their tune
For the rhythm of my life has turned wry"

I and mirror quibbled through the night
The wind kept at bay, watching the brawl
I talked through the night, as it heard me whine
I drunk all my pain once again till those wee hours

Then afraid of the inevitable I peeped through the pane
As another day had commenced again.

Monday, 19 March, 2012

Delhi Metro! Why this Kolaveri?

The metro trains have sure bettered the face of public transport system but comes along with it an aftermath accruing to the struggle left over to ‘We the People’. A lot of struggle!

1.    Struggle to find a seat even in the women’s coach

The ninja spirited aunties. With the 100 kg flab hanging at their bodies, they would still beat Ussain Bolt at the race to get one empty seat as soon as the metro doors open. One whose luck favours would fix her wide ass to the spot and another with an I-won’t-give-up-Bitch attitude up her face, would make everyone on the berth move inch by inch building up a few inches to place her own ass (which may spread to miles!). Considering herself a size zero, she would eventually fix in to a seating capacity of ten, her being the twelfth. Travel in a truck you woman!

Then there are the old ones who would stand before you, breathing up your neck and because you are the Spoilt GenNext, the SMS generation, so in order to prove the integrity of your folks you leave your seat to them with the entire incumbency.

Please sit, Madame. I hope you slip!

But don’t be mistaken, this was just the lucky half of the women who got the seats. The deprived half would keep standing glued to the cusp of the seats.  And not to forget the three pair of eyes glued to grab one seat when the fat-ass gets up. And damn that victorious smile on the winner’s face!

2.    Struggle to bear some flatulence

When I say ‘Flatulence’, I mean the foul smell out of unpleasant reactions in someone’s stomach out of the burger he gorged on or the butter chicken he feasted upon.

“I wish you knew how I was suffering!”

I empathise, Sir, but flatulence is the biggest worry that plagues public transport. At least for me. Public farters like you never hesitate to make a move, for you know that we can’t locate you amongst the crowd. Not even a smile from your end, no reaction at all, and the poisonous gas is leaked from your godforsaken bodies to torture the innocent lives of the fellow travellers.

Thank you for being so considerate. Let me wait for the next station till I hold my breath. I have to stay alive till the doors open next.

…and secretly hope that some cork blocks your asshole. Soon.

3.    Struggling with the plethora of Homo-sapiens

The general coach always has a variety to offer. The pot-bellied men with tobacco stained teeth, the handsome guy with the Bluetooth in his ear. You cannot help but gawk at him and make all moves to grab his attention. But sadly, the moment you are able to find an empty spot near him after some fifty ‘Excuse Me’s, he gets down. Now the former variety stands before you the pot-bellied uncle.

There is always this chirpy little college girl with pink earphones plugged as she moves her feet to the song (a David Guetta number I am guessing). And when you cannot help but stare, she thinks you’re that despo who clicks pictures of women in the metros. So just shut your eyes even if she starts jumping and screaming. And sincerely, DO NOT CLICK!

There is aunty with the backless blouse and her flab poking out through the strings of it. Feel embarrassed as you bump into her huge boobs. You’ll somehow manage to find your way out!

The aunty with that kid who cries a lot, you cannot help but smile sheepishly whilst you wonder if you could just shove something up this nasty one’s mouth.

just when his biological mother does that!

The kid who thinks he is cute and can go his way playing with your phone/hair/nose and to whom you appear a tree. He can climb his way to you. 

You are quite likely to spot a group of friends who ramble about the hottest girl with the skimpiest top, about that teacher with the nice 36DD, about that bitch who fled with someone else’s boyfriend. This is the time you realize how your life sucks amidst the files at your desk in the office with no eye candy at all and a boss who is always breathing up your neck.

“Yeah. My life sucks, buddy!”

The metro is always too crowded. And unsettling. I want to get back to college. Now.

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Friday, 16 March, 2012

The kiss undone!

My fingers running through your hair
As you look into my eyes
Whilst you hold me by the waist
At the cusp of the dawn the universe subsides
“You’re drunk” you tell me
“Just kiss me” I insist

And as you lean your head forward
The sun waits a little while
To break through the skies
The dim lights, the breeze
Got us together those minutes
Before my dream was impeded
By the rat in my bed sheet!!

Ok sorry, I was feeling funny :P

Saturday, 10 March, 2012

I quit.

As I stare at the bulb hanging loose
And the ceiling that leaks, chipping off
A world inside me tussles
That you will never come across
For the face that I put on, the smile I wear
Makes you believe I am what you want
I am right there
But I am not.

Behind these eyes, I hide
Behind this smile, I cry
Behind these words, I shriek
To find a me I left behind
On a trip down, someday
Where I waited for you to come
To say, it’s ok.
That’s what you have done to me
Blinded me to the lighted way
That’s what I have become
Another body, waiting for decay.

So when I die, love me
For I gave up everything
In lieu of being someone
You wanted me to be
And now when I count till three
These breaths will cease
The fan at the ceiling
Will put me at ease.

The ceiling will not cease to chip
And you will forget me someday
The bulb will keep hanging loose
And a torn me between two lives,
One that you designed for me,
One that I did
Death will shun away.
So I no more beg of you to understand
No hope at my end is lit
Because today I am tired,
So today, I quit.