Sunday, April 28, 2013

Poem: Memories Will Dwell

Today, my boat has reached its shore; 
but now I miss the sailing even more.
While this odyssey reaches its epilogue
the next boat awaits at its prologue.
Another voyage is about to test my valor
but sadly, now I’ll be a lonely sailor.
The time has come to bid a painful farewell, 
and to take away the pearly memories, 
captured in a delicate sea shell. 

That was a carefree era, 
when we expected nothing grand, 
small things made us happy, 
dancing in the rain and aroma of the wet sand.
To be perfect, we were never bound
and life was a whimsical playground.
Meeting those people so down-to-earth, 
gave a whole new reason to my birth. 
Varied emotions, soft like soil,
and hard like rock,
only to live them again,
I Wish I could reverse the clock.

A few days from now,
I might be on cloud number nine,
like a bird, touching the sky,
but will the freedom be mine?
The air will be full of music
but the sounds will be melancholic.
To color the black and white aura, 
memories will help to garnish.
And like flavored smoke,
of the shisha,
this time will vanish.


An open letter to the Indians with Mediocre Thinking

Dear Indians with mediocre-thinking,

This is neither a warning nor a hate letter. This is just a fact that every one of you must know. May be, you have been too busy in your lives to even think about this lately but it is never too late to learn.

It is always your thinking that makes the other person a culprit even if he/she is not. The kind of picture that is painted in your minds about today’s youth is totally wrong. Nobody has converted into a westernized person. We all celebrate every Indian festival and follow every Indian tradition as much as you do, in fact, with more enthusiasm. Yes, there are a few plugins that we love to adopt from the western culture but that should not make us criminals until and unless it is breaking any law. What the society or the religion says comes second.

What is wrong if a group of friends (guys and girls), all above 18 years, having a night out at one of their homes? Are we not allowed to have fun?
What is wrong if your son dating a girl (or a guy)? Isn't that natural?
What is wrong if a girl wants to wear something that she likes? Isn't this her wish?
What is wrong if an eligible guy or girl spends some time in a pub, drinking?

Wrong is when you do not let your children learn this. Wrong is when you give them a confused look when you catch them doing ‘something’. Wrong is when you forbid them to try out something good just because the society is against it. Wrong is when you treat the women in your house like servants. Wrong is when you bitch about the bachelor guy living next door for bringing his girlfriend to his house. How is that disturbing you in any way?

According to you, all this is cheap. You would probably be thinking how today’s youth is attracted more towards evil. No, this is how you think about us and you trust yourself too much. But unfortunately for you, you are not right.  May be you need to refresh your dirty minds.

Well, all this is not at all cheap or evil and is totally natural and in the limits. Giving this a bad name will only make it worse and people will be encapsulated in a mediocre mind-set. If not you, at least let your children have this freedom. All their life your children will be having a wrong impression of it otherwise and they will end up having sexually frustrated and dumb minds. It is only because of this kind of closed thinking why the number of rape cases and gender discrimination has increased so much.

And Stop being jealous just because you couldn't enjoy your youthful days with the kind of freedom that we have these days and give us some space in our lives. Comparing your time with ours is not fair. The time has now changed and the change is good. People now, have more open views about everything and are much more practical and rational thinkers. We know what is wrong and right for us. We know how to respect our elders and our traditions.
Have faith in us and respect us like we respect you. We will never bring any bad name to you. So, Chill out, hot heads.

A youth’s voice.  

Fiction-55: The Blind Side

He was waiting at a bus stop when suddenly he saw a blind man asking for help to cross the road. He decided to do a bit of good work and helped him. On reaching the other side of the deserted road, he got robbed. The blind man could see; he was a professional thug.


The activities of the ‘now-a-phenomenon’ thug increased every day. Though people stopped trusting in any blind person, one guy gathered courage to help a blind man one night. The blind man put his hands on the guy as a thankful gesture which was misread by the crowd. He was thrashed to coma. Trust was lost.


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Fiction -55: Lethal Love

They decided to meet at a very lonely street. The drizzling made the night even more romantic.
He brought her close to himself. He took in her aroma.
His next move made her desires light up. His insides were filled with her scent.
He held her gently and kissed her.
She was his last cigarette.


Monday, April 22, 2013

Poem: A Proposal Rhyme

While writing this rhyme,
hope I create no fuss. 
I have been cherishing you,
as you walked all over the campus.
Let me capture your fluid beauty, 
hope you don’t refuse.
I propose to you, one simple deal; 
will you be my muse?
Can I be your abacus,
on which you can count on?
Let me enter your story
and bring into your life, a new dawn.
To be there for one another, 
for a vow that has no end.
I propose to you, one yummy meal; 
will you be my friend?
Is it your unusual name,
I want to scribble on a misty glass?
Or is it your ivory teeth,
that makes every melancholy surpass?
Yours hands may get dirty,
so let me be your glove
I propose to you, on my kneel; 
will you be my love?