Dear Visitors

My Twitter account got hacked. I apologise for any inappropriate tweet that you might have seen on the blog. I had been completely unaware of it until today.
Thanks to a friend, I was able to deactivate it on time (maybe).

Thanks, Neha! 😀

 

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Poem #4 – Innocent Rambling

If I were a painter
I’d have turned a blank canvas into multitude of colors,
Mingled perfectly in the shape of your smile and the dimple on your cheek.
I’d have drawn the moon that rises from the clouds below
and hides itself into the clouds above,
with that I’d have drawn my overwhelming heart – joyous and meek.
I’d have sketched my soul dancing with yours in the middle of the sea,
I’d have painted tides – high and low, treading on them, setting my spirit free.
On gloomy days I’d have painted the walls with windows on them
and the entire landscape with birds chirruping  on dancing trees.
I’d have sketched the weary eyes of an old man looking at the road map,
A joyful lad boasting his beginner’s luck, short-sighted on life,
And then a man selling fruits and a woman smiling wide.
Oh but my luck! I can’t paint! I can’t use the brush and paint the tides,
I can’t move my brush and trace the right curves of your smile,
I can’t draw your dancing soul and my demon by your side,
I can’t fill the colors of agony, of love, of wonder, of freedom,
and I can’t paint the starry nights.
So, with a heavy heart and twisted words I sit down and write.

Trying to be funny

I tell you what frustrates me,
Irritating Hashtags – some with spaces, some without.
Unnecessary VDA, to which I have no doubt.
The Happiness posts that people boast about.
This is just the beginning, read on
Everything they are offended by,
Ignorant yet opinionated.
Share or like otherwise they’ll die,
Seriously? One prayer equals one like?
Butchered English, Funny Hindi
When will they learn to write?
All the ‘mahs’ and the ‘uhs’,
They’ve fucked up the basic rules.
The religious posts,
The political outrage,
Discrimination and hatred,
Mockery on outrages,
Outrage on mockeries,
This is what frustrates me.
Let the philosophers think,
Let the thinkers speak,
Let the scholars write,
You need to read.

Am I clear enough?

Who are we?

The fight doesn’t stop,
The fright doesn’t go away,
Who are we? Soldiers or Tyrants?
We are being dictated names,
Printed on our badges.
Is that our new identity?

I think we are blind,
The colors are too bright.
Orange, orange everywhere,
Green, green everywhere,
Together they form Red.
Isn’t it sad?
Our blindness and our pride together?
Are we doomed, doomed for life?
Who are we? Nationalist or Extremist?

Isn’t it sad, there’s no ONE God?
It must be hard for God to identify himself!
Am I Allah or Krishna or Christ?
Stuck in the everlasting plight.
Who are we? Humans or Castes?

We are dangerous, ignorant creatures.
Like Dodos we follow,
Let’s call dusk morning now!
Dusk is morning! Dusk is morning!
You say Defame! We’ll defame,
You say Kill! We will kill,
You say Praise! Hell, we’ll praise.
I think we’ve turned into parasites.

Who are we?
Children of God?
God deserted his earth long time ago!
We are pitiable creatures,
Ready to eat our own flesh.
I don’t see Orange beneath Orange, do you?
Because when the river flows,
It bleeds Red.

Who are we?
Who are we?
We are nothing.
Insignificant in this vast universe,
On mercy of one smite.

 

 

In your face

Sir, I wish to intern in your company.
Okay. Tell me about your work experience?

I don’t have friends. Scrolling down 1000 friends on Facebook.

I am not a racist. Did you see that black girl standing over there?

I want to see the world. Broke.

I love to play the guitar. Oh! My fingers hurt! 

I love Mathematics. I hope, I pass. 

I secured 70 percent in my exams. I think this calculator is not working right!

That guy is so cute. I don’t have a life.

You are my best friend. No. Not really.

I want a job that I love. Jobless.

We are an MNC, we provide excellent job opportunities.
We also recruit idiots.

New year, New me! Shut the fuck up and go to sleep! 

Pun Intended.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

 

 

 

Poem #3 – Masquerade Reaper

He kept a mirror in his pocket,
They told me, how he was pure evil.
How he could make the prettiest face look ugly,
How he fed on the shallow souls – the kind that
looked divine. Oh, dear God! Never did I anticipate –
The faces behind the faces, the mockery behind the smile.
His mirror reflected all.

People wouldn’t see him in the eye. People – they run away,
They always run away.
They build their walls and they decorate their stage.
I had heard so much about him, I was indeed intrigued to see,
If he could separate reflections from hypocrisy.
People are hypocrites, they keep the blame game on,
Hiding behind the silhouette, all the colors that they don.

Fascinated enough, I went to meet my demise,
To see what I looked like in this Masquerade Reaper’s eyes.
He flashed the mirror and it shined so bright,
My eyes shut, and he walked me through the light.
I opened my eyes, I didn’t like what I’d seen,
The face behind my face, which has always been.
I laughed at my ignorance to think that people change, they grow –
They only learn to hide things that they should not show.