#Everything has changed for the better.
Earlier, ladies cursed with a brief marriage married a plantain tree, destroyed it and remarried.
Now, they marry, kill and get ready for another.
Earlier, kids went out on Halloween.
Now, it's truly little monsters out there.
#vss365
Wherever you are.
Oct 31, 2022
My dearest
Wish I could tell you a new story,
How my love is truly different;
It does not really matter
If it was love at first sight
Or a calculated wait;
After the initial charm
And the excitement, of course,
Did we not wonder about
pros and cons and the fine points?
I love you.
Yours,
Whoever I am.
(It's no wonder I stopped writing love letters.)
A Sunday not #mine.
Sacrificed love, sleep and you
for the mop and broom.
#vss365
🥲😎🙃
According to the Hissenburg's Uncertainty Principle: to get a #handle on the function of a brain's part, one gives up on understanding the personality.
When the murderous urge of a serial killer was 'corrected' by targeting section 69s13e, the result was a politician.
#vss365
Those Fridays!
Desk cleared, colleagues tease, urging the rickshaw driver to go faster.
In our room, sipping from the same glass, feeding each other porotta and chicken kebab, a mess #brim-ming with kisses...
Not even ghosts #haunt our place now, they say.
#vss365 #fridayKiss
It was late evening, still an hour away from home, where the green backwater lakes are barely separated from the blue frothy sea by a thin #shimmer of brown sand, when I heard voices in my head
Tell me, my love…
Why should I care when I have you?
Shut up, my love…
#vssdaily
from
https://gatheredthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2011/01/tell-me-my-love.html
The #Indomitable Eight talked about holidays abroad and the kids like us. The party ended when I said, "You ladies did not have to end up like us." My ex, The Devil, said, "Fcuk you, god-with-a-small-d."
(Moral of the story: Supervillains should not marry each other.)
#vss365
Weddings here are simple affairs. The couples go to an island. There is a small temple there, no priest. The deity's a rare one, #molten Panchaloha taking a new form each day. Couples truly made for each other do not return. Only 8 have gone missing in the last 100 years.
#vss365
from
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2010/11/path-of-no-return.html
It's really unfair -
Nature-ally challenged guy's
Given the prompt #frond!
A metaphor for -
Love, sex, other censored stuff,
Life's fractality?
Incur wrath saying -
One's love's a coconut leaf,
Whole split wide open.
#vss365
🙃
"Lovely sad stuff - those were his last words."
"Not exactly Rosebud."
"Was he referring to two 'stuff'...the lovely ain't said, the sad definitely not lovely?"
"He is bonkers."
"Or, memories that linger might be lovely but there will be some repressed sadness beneath."
Jhunjhunu, Lottagollahalli - I love places with music in their names.
At one, in a bus, an 18 year old married to a 50 year old was groped by a 22 year old.
At the other, a girl jumped in front of a train - another tortured queen bee from a #hive.
Lovely sad stuff.
#vss365
"...Each abduction will create fear. As the fear grows, they will ask: what have we done to deserve this? That is the #power of gods, to rule using haphazard disasters along with fear and ignorance. We will create that new god..."
from 'The New God's Manifesto'
#vss365
from
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2020/11/like-you-and-me.html
I recreate the original with extras in the #cast,
Try a woman’s cry, an outcast’s protest, a low-caste’s silence,
Pawn myself, crawling into my grave, admitting,
With self-pity and despair, there was never us,
Never love, never the self-destructing desire to create.
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2013/10/when-i-try-to-create.html
'Where's my husband?'
The inspector pointed at a holding cell.
'What’s he in for?'
'Mistaken identity.'
'Release him then.'
'Oh, the paperwork...'
'How long will it take?'
'A week, a month...'
'Promise...?'
'What...?' said the policeman and the #hapless husband.
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2013/04/who-troubled-mrs-vijayan.html
The first night, we called it a disaster without a 'D'. We were sure we would escape #unscathed.
Second night, we played games, laughed, cursed a lot and waited for Luck.
Third, we lay still beneath the shroud of Silence. I thought of love to kill time.
#vss365
from
https://gatheredthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2019/04/the-third-night.html
Have you realized...?
I did not wait for the rest.
#Stare not, #grim faces.
It's not new, is it?
The #enormity of my...
Crime, decision, sin?
It's not the first time
I have wished my #pulse would stop,
Killed others instead...
#vss365
#haikufeels
#vssmurder
They say I'm crazy.
Her face, her body, her smile,
I now see in all.
That's not the reason
For branding me an idiot.
She is everywhere.
Cuddling next to me,
The sea, beach, blue-white above,
I did not see her.
You turn on the outside light,
But never that inside.
Your silhouette is enough,
A faulty memory.
Can you see what I can't see,
The setting sun beyond?
I know you must be cursing
Me and my empty #words.
#vss365
Will I be #awake or will I be dreaming?
When I trace each curve, each thought upon you,
With breath-like kisses I will let the ink dry,
Below or atop, crushing your sweet love into me –
But will you excuse if I call the wrong name?
Everything has a bright side, they say.
#vss365
When I am #awake and when I dream,
I stare at the walls and the barred exit,
Every minute ticks long by rote.
But I have learned to be with shackles,
And with my head on Memory’s lap,
She feeds new-born stories, a shared fantasy.
#vss365
from
https://gatheredthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2010/09/only-one-that-remains.html
Did I feel betrayed
When she said I love you like
she really meant it?
Did she feel betrayed
When I said I love you like
I really meant it?
Do you feel #betrayed
When we said I love you like
we really meant it?
#haikufeels
Never expected
A #seraphim to chop me
with a #woodchipper;
But, cannot complain
When she served me as sushi
Instead of chopsuey;
She did say sorry
When she realized I ain't
Writing love poems.
#vss365
#vssmurder
"Swapna..."
"Huh?"
"I think you are a seraphim."
"Do you know what that means, Arjun?"
"My dictionary says it's an evil one invoked for black magic."
"Sathaaney-boo!"
"What's that?"
"I said: Satan, exit."
"You really think I am Satan? I love you."
"Me neither."
#vss365
Ah hope! Where was the brother – which #eye did he close: that to you or his pleasure?
Images to images, rock to rock across a river, each tread to this fancied measure –
Learn for once, survival’s silent password: ‘Do unto others as they do unto you.’
#vss365
from
https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2009/10/releasing-blood.html
"#Nobody puts Baby in a corner."
I won't tell you what she did to me after saying that.
That's when I started avoiding: (1) people who refer to themselves in the third person; (2) those called Baby; and, (3) mothers-in-law called Baby.
#vss365
ps. line from 'Dirty Dancing' 🙃
Sheila struggled on her own with the divorce case, with #endless nights of nightmarish indecision, waking up tired, ready to give in to maintain status quo, ready to give up her last dream of living without abuse, her last dream of hope even if it was without a smile.
#vss365
from
in bad times,
it's the predictable worst -
angry, destructing, hurting, sad
loneliness, bloody lonely,
and an imbecile to all.
in good times,
it's again not a surprise -
generous, affectionate, kind, good
company, sweet company,
and a fool to most.
in rare moments,
it's serendipity perhaps -
realizing half-truths, tired
solitude, hyped solitude,
and a cynical god to none.
‘Did you see it?’
‘Huh?’
‘The huge colourful #spider. Which side do you want?’
‘Huh?’
‘Right? I am knackered.’
‘Huh?’
She felt fingers on her. There he comes!
Or, is that the spider?
She reached down and picked up her bedroom slipper.
What a first night it was...
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2015/04/stories-of-first-night.html
mystery or crime -
that's what i sat down to write,
not haiku-senryu.
warm dusk in Oct'ber -
a creature stretched on my bed,
with come-hither eyes.
erotic and sex -
that's never been my forte,
in thoughts, words or deeds.
but it's different -
with her, my alter ego,
la petite mort, ja!
Aneesh can make things happen.
Questions he thought of appeared in an exam.
When my love ditched me, he thought of her. She turned up in my life.
Every silver cloud has a black lining.
We couldn't remember the answers; and, she was with the #creature called Aneesh.
#vss365
"I do remember
All the girls I really loved."
Those were my last words.
Her sweet smile slipped fast,
Sated became #ravenous,
My jugular ripped.
Truth I could have tried.
Martyr's fate still, rest assured.
Let last lie live long.
#vssmurder
Is it really love
You need to be together?
Admit the truth once!
If the truth be told,
Will you not mock the frailty?
Human, ain't we all!
There's that we can say
And there's that we understand.
We ain't hypocrites!
We were truly great Shakespearean actors.
Manoj: Julius Caeser in tennis skirt faced audience, seated, with legs apart;
Shanthi: Portia carved up Bassanio for some betrayal offstage;
Me: the #Moor as a Hamlet madly in love with the ghosts of Lady Mac and Cleo;
etc.
#vss365
Am I glad I ain't
Where seasons
Inspire poetry and gloom.
Am I glad not to bother
About April or #October
Or oh-which-month-is-that.
Life's simpler here.
I float or I do not.
I sweat or I sweat more.
But, it might be nice
To have those excuses
When love ain't right.
#vss365
You are like a kid, she said -
When I fumbled with her blouse;
gave a birthday card every day;
and, I couldn't have enough of her.
You are like any adult, she did not say -
When quid pro quo was the norm;
pranks gave way to serious nods;
and, companionable silence said enough.
“Look what I found when I was clearing old junk.”
I recognized the letters and poems.
She read. I laughed when she did.
Did I love her then? I did love the idea of falling in love with her.
Moral of the story: When you write love letters, do not use #ink that lasts.
#vss365
from
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2010/09/24-hours-in-urban-reality-show.html
"You might know your mother
But never be too sure
About your father.."
My 'pome' was a clarion call against patriarchy, caste-system and every social ill that allowed creeps to seem like well-endowed creeps.
The unamused Principal misused Larkin, "This be the #verse?"
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2019/11/another-rotten-day.html
Honeymoon Soliloquy
Is this world I see with you,
Same as that I saw alone?
Seaweed, tangled tresses then,
A pregnant tide now.
In a train, staring blindly then;
Heart’s chugging along now.
Blank #verse filled blank life then;
Now, I say this to hear, “Whatever”.
#vss365
from
https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2009/10/soliloquy-nearly-on-honeymoon.html
