There was this photo in '#Ambit of Senses'.
On a bed with creased sheet, a woman lies on her side. Facing me.
I know her.
I returned to that every day of the exhibition. Others too.
An old lady brought a friend.
“Look, it’s him.”
“It’s an empty bed. Let’s go.”
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2017/01/the-photo.html
I confess to the priest –
To redeem, escape.
The priest smiles at the ruse –
To revive my life.
I see her everywhere –
A pair, to share, care.
She smiles at the daydream –
To resurrect love.
I smile at bare life –
To bear chanceless void.
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2011/05/confession.html
"Swapna, give me a sentence with #whelve."
"Ma'am, you always give her easy stuff and keep the tough ones for me."
"Arjun, I gave you the simplest."
"Ma'am, you gave me B-O-A-T-S-W-A-I-N."
"You can't even pronounce it right."
"This world isn't right for real men!"
#vss365
The day he lost his job,
She fought with her boss.
At home,
She muttered #lummox,
He heard flummox,
Said, babe, you're right.
Later,
They laughed
Over that
Or
Forgot that
Or
Used that
Or
Let it fester.
If
Together
Or
Not.
Love
=
Indifference
+-
Random Events.
#vss365
from
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2021/08/the-equation.html
Playlist from hermetically packed past:
Song for whatshername;
Monica joins Bruce on stage;
Footloose in school;
Dirty dancing with Babe;
Veiled one sexting with songs;
(No song for the other? No #grift? Why?);
Boy band from childhood one;
Rotterdam?!?!?
Then, we died.
#vss365
2023-2073 : The First Golden Era of Martian Rule
Human beings on Ma (aka Earth) experienced freedom without fear of retribution.
But, not even a #quibble was allowed about who was superior/inferior. Thus, religion, caste, gods/demons and most ideologies became history.
#vss365
The last scene of 'The Last Dance' (now showing on Roadway):
[Kris kisses a PYT passionately. Sue watches them with disgust.]
Kris [to Sue]: Why are you still here?
[Sue turns and walks off stage.]
Kris [to PYT]: You too better go.
[PYT leaves.]
[Kris faces the audience. Closes his eyes. Sways to background music. He tries a dance step. Stumbles. He tries again. He throws away the crutches. He stands still, on his one remaining leg. Bends, sways, turns, twirls, flips, pirouettes. The music stops.]
[He goes off script. His moves gather pace, near suicidal.]
[Silence. Even from the audience.]
[Sue returns. Watches his death dance. Approaches him. Slaps him. Hard. Again. Thrice.]
Kris: Why did you...?
Sue: Why do you...?
Kris: I want you...to live. To be happy...successful. Not nursing a dying...
Sue: I want love. Not happiness.
Kris: Don't be an idiot.
Sue: Look who's talking.
[Curtain falls. Silence. Even from the audience.]
[The young man who was Kris whispers, "Did the audience leave?" The lady called Sue replies, "Hush, the mic is still on."]
[Somewhere, on or off stage, someone says, "Fuccc...the last dance!" Someone replies, "Got the title right." Another adds, "That PYT...ooh la la! Who wouldn't dance like that after a kiss like that?"]
#drama
#fiction
Sometimes I feel like a #tokoloshe,
A long way from you, a long way from trouble.
Sometimes I feel like I'm almost burnt,
And a long, long way from you, a long way from trouble.
True deceiver,
A long, long way from any mischief,
A long, long way from any fun.
#cheating
#vss365
(Fill in the extra lines and sing this to the tune of 'Sometimes I feel like a motherless child'.)
I have felt at home
In bars and casinos.
With people like me,
Bare, not pretending.
No idiot talks of freedom
Or glory or fcuking love.
We #dilly-dally, without shame,
Between bets and shots.
With dead eyes with dead hopes,
We admit how wasted we are.
#vss365
from
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2021/12/bars-and-casinos.html
"How do we catch the serial killers in our group?"
"Elementary, my dear. Use #oleander as the #vss365 prompt."
He gazed at the lush fields; pregnant grey clouds; and, the mist settling like a #diaphanous veil over the hills.
He abruptly shifted his attention to his notebook. Curiosity or a sense of duty made the Librarian check on his activity.
‘How I wish I had not,’ she said.
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2012/06/because-of-rain.html
"How much is this?"
"100 yen."
"Give it for $10."
"No, 100 yen, fixed."
"Come on, it's worth only $10."
"Ok 90 yen."
"No way. $10 or I walk."
"Fine."
"These people have no idea about the value of stuff."
#vss365
Long ago, there was a man called I who lived in a world of thoughts. Voiceless, faceless, nameless speech #bubbles followed him wherever he went.
When I made love, I ignored the dissatisfied thoughts, origin unknown.
Then, one speech bubble crept in, ‘I will kill...’
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2013/02/thoughts-of-man-called-i_23.html
Life is simpler with such words:
#Hiraeth
Hygge
Lagom
Schadenfreude
Vorfreude
Waldeinsamkeil
Eunoia
Sitzpinkler
Kraftfahrzeughaftpflichtversicherung
Pazhamvizhungi
#vss365
‘If this doesn’t work out, the parting of ways should be amicable.’
‘Ok. I too have a request. Let’s leave the past alone.’
I had hoped to share the past and the future, for #catharsis of the self.
‘Both sides...?’
She raised an eyebrow.
A month later, we got married.
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2014/05/seconds.html
A few months before the markets crashed, he sold his over-priced stocks. The market-#savvy move was based on: one should not have something one does not understand.
Shankar used his new wealth to build a house.
Then, he married a suitable woman.
He too went bust.
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2011/02/is-this-blog-about.html
"Tell me a four letter word to which one can add any vowel at the end to make a new word."
"Fund...
Funda
Funde
#Fundi
Fundo
Fundu"
"Swapna, two of those are slang, I think. But, good try. Anyone else?"
"Fu..."
"No, Arjun, don't even think of it."
#vss365
It is the #season for parties.
A lovely time, a lonely time.
With loved ones, one or the other.
With friends, perfect or expendables.
Excuses to say or hear.
Uninvited, bitter or not.
Names to note or cross.
It is the season for parties.
A lonely time, a lovely time.
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2013/12/parties.html
Apologies for my absence. I was arrested while waiting for the #bar at Betty's Legs to open.
"What's the charge?" I asked the four walls of my gaol.
No reply.
"Kafkaesque," I muttered.
"Writer?" a shadow asked.
"Solicitor."
"What's in a name if it #smells the same?"
#vss365
I was searching for my roots. Found a letter.
'Have you wondered why I left you?...'
I did not read further. I burned it on my palm, hardly feeling the #burn. It was like doing the last rites.
It’s their story, not mine to tell. Will I ever talk about why I left you?
#vss365
from
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-i-left-you.html
I was spoiled for choice,
My spirits high,
Rhythm and #meter right.
Then, that cursed doorbell.
A friend of the past,
Grey, gloom-mantled,
Came to say goodbye.
I wish him luck (damn him!), race him out.
I lost lines of love,
The damned poem gone
For a guy called I.
#vss365
from
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2021/12/a-visitor.html
I got to know the HR policy of my new office in a crowded lift.
Another new guy stood next to the lady from HR. He started groping her. I saw her hand jerk upwards. He coughed, spluttered, eyes filled up, #block-ed his own scream. She had pulled his butt-crack hair.
#vss365
from
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2010/09/problem-to-state.html
What will you remember
When a life ends
The stories of valiant deeds
The false #transient notes
Will you dream
Of another’s face
With lingering memories
Suitably mummified
A puppet to stick pins
A convenient prop
Best not to know
What you will remember.
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2011/05/remembrances.html
What would this life be – in the promised hundred – if this be the remembered one?
Born to be one, the heart to pound alone – betrayal, pain, illusions: none!
Any company but #solitude be folly, any thought but oneself is just to be sorry.
#vss365
from
https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2009/10/releasing-blood.html
My July vacation? Being the chaperon of religious girls in bikinis who talk about their boyfriend isn’t a break! OK, I need not have been the recluse or the talkative social bore. Ah! It's good to be in the arms of #Solitude before she changes her name to Loneliness.
#vss365
from
https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2009/07/from-cargese-to-akathumuri.html
05082022:01:48:13
On Highway 66:
Cruising at 90 mph
Crazily over the limit
In that accident zone,
Challenging Whoever
In this desolate world;
The lights went off,
The side-markers too,
Weightless in a void
Creepy dread clawed in;
The milestones changed,
Each a child 5 to 12,
With hollowed eyes,
Their stares followed;
Slowed to 60 mph,
They were still there,
At 40 mph they waved;
Braked before the car
Plunged into the gorge;
Was it the highway police
With hitech visuals?
Or The One above smirking?
‘Don’t move,’ the edgy guard shouted. ‘Bam! Bam! I'll shoot!’
‘What do they want?’ another asked. ‘Water?’
‘This one wants #Band-Aid.’
‘Why would they need plaster?’
‘Who knows?’
‘What’s the delay?’
‘Some machine problem in the abattoir.’
‘Damn those white staring eyes!’
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2015/07/abattoir.html
Lessons, near forgotten, guided my fingers
On that #circuit familiar and strange:
at the back of the neck, a tense spot,
down the spine, at the sides, to the front,
a kiss, a nibble, caressing;
In her mind, I suspect, thoughts not that I wish;
In my mind, if she knew...
#vss365
from
https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-she-knew.html
I felt breathless, with that punch to the gut. Didn't I spend long hours perfecting that love letter? She laughed at my letter. A cherished thought rendered meaningless, exiled without hope of return or utterance. That love the shrinking #silhouette of a scared stalker.
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2011/12/exposure.html
It's good to grow old, to be recognized as a sinner, to lose that garb of innocence, that mask for vicious and childish righteousness.
We were in primary four when we caught the two teachers in the #hallway. We reported it.
That incident affected us more than them.
#vss365
from
The rain began at 12,
By morn #ominous
was putting it mildly,
If I tell you
about my day,
your blood will thicken,
your eyes will go black,
Sweet #vss365 ones,
rest now,
I'll feed on you
When the sun rises,
But it won't, will it?
