Fate of A Teacher

 

Once upon a time

there was a teacher

in my family.

He said,

"One god,

one religion,

one caste,

For mankind."

(He used G,

mine prefers g.)

He continued,

"Everyone follows 

the same (good) principles."

He also said,

"No two people 

Have

the same god." 

(Go figure!)

Oh! 

We kicked him out,

(and every teacher!)

cast him in stone,

forgot what he said.

We prefer to be

A rudderless boat,

(in a relative sense)

Shouting out

Our religion and caste,

Anything

To bring in the moolah.

(Even the atheists 

Amongst us

Do so!)

get to the point

 

I thought of writing erotica #worthy of your attention for this #vss365.

At 11 AM, it's tough not to beat around the bush, to get to the point, without making too much of a mess. 

If you think there is double entendre in what I write, it is not 11 AM wherever you are.

no genes attached

 

"It's #genetic,"

I have said

Of nearly

Everything

In my life.

When I had

To love her,

I couldn't

Put the blame

On that.

There was no

History 

Of such love

In my line,

In the code.

I felt like god

With no genes,

No precedent.

But god didn't

Like to share.

#vss365

genetic games

 

I went for a wedding, that pass-the-#genetic-parcel event.

Tried to enter the dining hall only in the third round. The doors opened. I was left spinning like a frisbee as people rushed in for that 400-strong musical chairs event.

"Relatives!" I snarled at my genes.

#vss365

derived from 

https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2020/02/knots-and-goli.html

crisis

 

Self-made #crisis:

When I have lost

The count of times

I let them go.

One two the steps

Forward then back.

She was the one

Who knew my game.

She smiled when I

Pushed her away.

She knew I was

Holding tighter.

#vss365

text

 

My love,

Do take my #text

Before siesta

Lightly.

In sooth, 

I know not

What I said.

This #vss365

Clashes

With lunch

And sleep.

What's that,

my love?

Ooops!

Sorry,

Wrong number, huh?

What's that?

You were my love?

Is that so?

Ah!

That explains the X

on my screen,

my love?

conversation (yet again)

 

"When was the last time we had a decent #conversation?"

"Hush...this is my fave scene...Rick, Ilsa and what'shubby'sname."

"Talking of which...ohmigod..."

"Will you put down those binoculars? Are you stuck to that rear window?"

"What's your Mom doing in that guy's house?"

"They're trying out a recipe."

"In the bedroom?"

"What?!"

"Your Dad is there too?"

"With them?"

"With a carving knife!"

#vss365

conversation (again)

 

"Name a fave movie."

"The Lives of Others."

"What's it about?"

"It's about a communist in Stasi Germany, a guy without a life accustomed to interrogation rather than #conversation, who corrects an unsuitable life to make it seem suitable."

"Bah!"

"Now, what?"

"You make every #conversation sound like a monologue."

"What the...I'll try a soliloquy next time."

"What's that?"

"A communist's speech."

#vss365

conversation

 

Swapna and I didn't believe in a prolonged #conversation.

"If I were to perform hara-kiri, will you be my kaishakunin?" one of us asked.

The other nodded.

#vss365

The Journal

 

Soon after wedding, my wife found 'The #Journal'.

"THIS LOVE is NOT love. You are MAD. Can't forget HER, can you? AND you marry ME."

She burned it. Every storage device too.

Never told her the novel was about her, not even after divorce. 

I write short stories now. 

#vss365

Did I really love you (edited)

 

Did I love you?

Were you a creation

of a moment’s fancy?

I did care for you.

I did #worry about you.

I wanted you helpless.

No! I didn't love you.

I didn't rejoice

in moments of strength.

You weren't clay to right mold.

Why do I think of you?

There’s nothing else to do.

#vss365

This is an edited version of old writing, to fit it in as vss.

I am trying to figure out what I was thinking about when I wrote this. You could help me with that. :-)

Dear Nobody

 

Dear Nobody

During this period of isolation and persistent #worry, I wanted something or someone different to hold close. And, all I could think of is this letter to you.

#vss365

derived from:

https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2020/07/letter-from-anon.html

vulnerability (again)

 

Grandma, then 80 or so, stayed with us for a few weeks.

Grandfather came by train from the village every day to be with her from morn till evening. 

People called him henpecked. Males on that side have that trait.

A #vulnerability for others, a badge of honour for us.

#vss365

vulnerability

 

"Come on, write a few interesting words about #vulnerability."

"All my short stories are about that!"

"The operative part was few interesting."

#vss365

spouse without benefits (again?)

 

#Spouse without benefits,

That’s what we are.

We won’t even admit

How much we care.

When we are unsure,

We allow a long kiss.

Don’t call that a benefit,

A scowl and a growl follow.

#vss365

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2014/02/spouse-without-benefits.html

self-similar

 

I am on a devil's staircase to nowhere,

In a maze of maddening self-similarity

My cries (and yours?) echo well within.

Start from the largest scale

There above in the sublime

It's a mess gobbling each other.

How about nations?

Do you think there are friends

And not just foes?

Within a nation?

Ooops, not a word

To spoil integrity.

In a state?

Ha! No one knows 

Who is majority 

Who is minority.

In a family?

Show me siblings

Who can get along.

As I said,

The self-similarity

Is crazy!

limitation

 

After we learn about Martians,

How to regenerate the brain,

The nature of dark matter too;

We will wake up from a dream,

A dream of a #kind touch, 

Of fingers laced and lingering;

That thrill alone keeps us alive,

Our artificial intelligence

Has that minor limitation.

#vss365

babies

 

In high school, I #kind of demonstrated the how-to of babies.

#vss365 (not really vss)

1. Keep one palm facing up.

2. With other hand, dangle a chain with locket.

3. Rub chain against the upturned palm, near the little finger, up down, thrice.

4. Separate them.

5. If the locket:

      (a) swings from left to right, you will have a boy.

      (b) goes in a circle, it's a girl.

      (c) stands still, try for kid later.

33 virgins and budding soothsayers, boys and girls, discovered parenthood that day.

My best friend, nearly in tears after many blanks, finally stood up and said, in a hushed whisper, "I have a baby girl."

I have never seen a father more proud.

Disclaimer: Any resemblance to fiction is purely coincidental. No virgin was abused in this act. Vulnerable amateurs should not take part in this #SquibGame. After the first edition, it was found there were only 30 virgins. 3 claimed to be not so. That's fiction.

consult

 

"Oh God, you look awful. Wanna drink?"

"That bloody Whatsitsname, plz."

"You said you wanna #consult moi, kemosabe."

"Human beings...why did I create such a pygalgia?"

"Them? That's above my paygrade."

"Bro, help me out!"

"In Hell I won't, that's for the nice lot."

#vss365

shame you all (yet again!)

 

A riot started

where 

A market,

A church,

A mosque 

A temple

Are 

Neighbours.

"#Shame You All"

Was scrawled there!

After the bloodshed, 

The culprit was found!

The kid 

And her anagrams:

shame you all, 

a seamy hullo, 

my halal esou,

Om Allah Yesu. 

This had to stop!

#vss365

Ok, I admit with great #shame that this was derived from my short story 'Shame You All' :-)

https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2010/07/shame-you-all.html

the mind

 

I like how the mind works:

I watched 'Galveston' w/o any thought,

I commented on 'Love Jihad' w/o love,

I joked about a pseudonym w/o a smile;

I could be with my love w/o her;

My mind's telling me: 

"Good night,

Leave something from the past about me."

normalise

 

"#Normalise the curve," said the Statistician.

"What about the the fat tails?" asked the Secretary.

"What are you two talking about?" said the Politician.

"How to exterminate those who don't agree with you, sir." 

"Of course. Don't use fuel this time. So costly."

#vss365

plume

 

It is not funny

When the white #plume of reason

Is masked by red rage.

#vss365

#haiku ?

To My Child - 30 Years Hence

 

On this Children's Day:

To My Child - 30 Years Hence

Thirty years back

We worried about

The mushroom cloud

And the world ending

In 1999.

Now we worry about

The loss of freedom,

The hate of all

And the world ending

Close to 1999.

resolve

 

I fell in love

at a speed date...

For five and forty seconds:

Tender looks, witty repartee,

Nature's rhythm, our heartbeats

Treading the same measure...

Fill in the rest of that

Well-played act, will ye?

For five and one hundred thirty seconds:

With great #resolve, 

We tackled the predicament,

Weighed our bank accounts,

Career prospects, credit scores,

She noted my shoe size,

I discreetly inspected her teeth,

We enquired about family's health,

Checked if history supported future...

Then, without much (more) ado,

We said, "I love you..." 

#vss365

implore

 

"I #implore you to love me,

Don't look with such hate.

I ain't weak, ain't defeated,

Yes, I used to feel more before.

I just can't fight, can't love,

I can't even get out of bed."

"Who are you talking to?"

"noBOdy. NObody. noboDY."

I snarled at the one in the mirror.

#vss365

hypothetical

 

How many times have I said,

"Consider the #hypothetical..."

When I could have stated

The obvious reality?

I even asked what you would do

If I married a lovely woman.

We knew that was you.

He still separated us.

No more of the #hypothetical,

When that's all that's left.

#vss365

irritated

 

The chit-chat was cordial at first. 

I asked about her guy, the wimp. Got a report of "the hunk". That irritated me. 

I shared my theoretical wisdom about matrimony and also #hypothetical cases where the guy ditched the girl at the last moment. That irritated her.

#vss365

(Borrowed from 'Spouse without Benefits' : https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2014/02/spouse-without-benefits.html )

The Altar

 

Within, in a space

Neither dead nor alive,

There's a spyware:  

Soulware or, The Altar.

There lies #dormant our secrets,

The love we don't recognize,

The grain in the chaff,

That we get when none's given.

To access The Altar

Ego, Or Id, or whatever,

Delete

The rest.

#vss365

Flacid Fall

 

Man : "I've just mopped the house and you expect me to have sex!?"

Woman : "I just wondered (with no metaphor intended) why the mop seems to be in suspended animation, a #dormant object for eternity, that flaccid fall with not even a limp urge."

#vss365

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2021/nov/10/the-great-turn-off-has-covid-put-single-men-off-sex

saga

 

Let me erase 

the #saga I wrote,

Let me escape

to the darker side.

Those lost words,

those lost thoughts,

The search for the one

Who knows it's about her.

#vss365

chaos & white noise

 

The haphazard,

The white noise,

We call

god

At times.

primrose

 

"Remember Prim Rose?"

"That plant?"

"Idiot...Prim Rose...in school!"

"Ah!"

"The rose of my life."

"We fought over her, didn't we?"

"How she laughed..."

"That laugh..."

"Why did we call her Prim?"

"She was wild."

"But, we didn't know what a #primrose was."

#vss365

fingerprints

 

"Like Caeser," SI Anu noted.

"A dozen stabs less," Insp. Shokie said.

"CM must have been killed by the 11 ministers in that meeting."

"But, the 11 daggers have one set of #fingerprints, that of the absent minister."

"Elementary..." 

Shokie's cold glare interrupted.

#vss365

logout

 

With this, lemme logout 

(and you too) 

and take a look outside

Oh I know I will

race back here

Seeing the crappy lot 

Out there.

snowflake

 

An old love of mine, she 

Took a lot of pages

Of poetry about 

Her true grit,

Strength, 

Yes, she 

Took a lot of pages.

Years have gone by

That #snowflake

And its fractal intricacy

That love vanished   

When I got to know 

Her best friend, she too

Took a lot of pages.

#vss365

campfire

 

In my concrete gaol

I have everything;

Can I open the window,

Can I look outside?

There's BCL, Fountain, Gateway, 

A path by the sea, can I get there?

A stroll on the Embankment, to Tate?

Maybe not a #campfire in the park!

In my concrete gaol

My mind has nothing.

#vss365

Spite

 

I've done it again-

Self-destructed, 

To ease the pain,

Soothing hatred.

Killed nine lives

And more, to spite

The One whose knives

Carved me right.

I had it all

In my past 

Money and girl 

And lost fast.

No more flipping 

The hour-glass cursed,

No more slipping

Hope for days blessed.

 

sugarcoat

 

"I am in love," my son declared.

"Bah!" his sis said.

We did not know what to say.

"Son, aren't you too young?" my wife said.

"I haven't got a condom to spare," I blurted out and got a kick.

"Ewww, you all have a one-track mind...which one...#sugar-coated donut or the choc one...hmmm," he said.

"Neither," his sis and I said, reaching for those.

#vss365

crow

 

They say you bring souls

visiting for not too long.

I have placed a meal

For you then, for them.

They say the eagle 

Outsmarts you by flying 

High till you are left

Breathless, like me.

They don't say much

About us, do they,

With the pretty around,

We crows don't care, do we?

sleepwalk

 

Them in the government

Try to divide us,

Keep us senseless us

In caged settlement.

We oblige, #sleepwalk 

Thro' life, blind et al.

Fight all thoughtless all

To rise dead in our wake.

#vss365

 

foreshadow

 

"String-hoppers and mutton stew?" she asked.

"Nope, idli-sambhar," I replied.

She frowned.

I was dumb the morning after the first night, ignoring the future #foreshadow-ed by that exchange. 

But, not for long.

Next morn,

"Pancakes and maple syrup?"

"Yes, ma'am."

#vss365

prompt : inscape

 

Googled

the meaning

of #inscape.

Nope!

That doesn't

mean much.

Unique

and

inner nature?

Bah!

That doesn't 

mean much.

My love's #inscape?

I've overdosed

On that #prompt.

Yeah!

That does

mean much.

#vss365