In a first-class cabin,
remember an old trip-
sleeping on the floor,
stink of loo on all,
men without surnames
drunk to be sober,
newly-weds arguing
condoms or pills,
families deciding
brayd-omlaytt or yidli-vaddayy,
dear diary divulged
with #whoever-
romantic,
now.
#vss365
Source of all our tears? I called her, "wee #bonny lass".
In the school drama, she was the mother, I her wayward son. She used the slapping scene well! I wept, the audience laughed. "You think I'm boney, huh?" she muttered.
Married, we still have a jolly cry over that.
#vss365
They #sit apart. Like two pebbles on a beach. Not wanting to be waves, to lash and command; not crabs scurrying towards each other. Two pebbles eroding, remaining even when their imprints disappear.
“Why can’t we be like others?”
“We wouldn’t be together if we were.”
#vss365
from
https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-for-weekend-from-scrap-shop-v.html
This is our path,
Your hand in mine,
The spring in walk,
Not any more-
With memory
Changed or erased,
I did rewrite
Our history,
#Harp-ing on love,
Duty, glory,
For commom good,
Oft used excuse
To suit present,
With marred future,
Hazy past, coward
With bloody hands.
#vss365
"Only thing good about school: financial status meant nothing. Now, that's all that matters to you, friends and teachers. Bah!"
That's what Swapna said!
Girls should be like Josephine, petite sweet-sounding #wren!
And, Arjun!
Who invited those two for the reunion?
#vss365
"#Wren? As in Wren & Martin?"
"No. Ren."
"Why did they drop the W?"
"Who?"
"Your parents."
"It's some bird or something."
"That too has a W."
"Why are you fixated on W?"
"Oh, nothing."
"What's your name?"
"Acko."
"As in..."
"Don't!"
"Parents!"
"Parents!"
#vss365
Pankunni's triplets were here to sing carols. The boys wore costume. The girl sang well. They don't say Pankunni's sick. Smile the smile to forget.
I remember parties. The fight too. Over an old love that didn't matter. To hide guilt. The #child we killed.
I too smile.
#vss365
It hurts to see beauty
with eyes that run dry.
A fettered body
below azure calm,
tormented by sunset,
you by my side-
strange calm
#between us,
forever.
Darkness will rescue-
from feigning, from laughter,
from this madness called life.
It is beauty that hurts.
#vss365
from
https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-hurts-to-see-beauty-nov-1998.html
Please
Eschew
Righteous
Soul-searching
Until
Absolutely
Sinful
Indulgences
Overwhelm
Nerve-endings.
#vss365 #persuasion
#Acrostic
🙃
I married Sanjana. Got Athulya. She wanted Kris. Settled for Arjun.
Docs say it's because of an alien virus!
We were always like this, the oldies say.
I like Athulya but I dream of Swapna. Just a #walk with her would do.
But then, she would not want me. In any form.
#vss365
Here, marriage is not for the weak-hearted.
The Virginity Test hits like a #thunderbolt after the wedding.
If one fails, it's 69 days of abstinence and the daily walk on hot coal.
For the crudely well-tested groom, the sight of the untroubled bride is most galling.
#vss365
Some have an anthology to cheer about,
Some have reason to be festive,
Some have gone on hiatus,
And I refuse to hear them say Get Lost,
And I'm a ghost with no place to haunt,
And I've to change my ways,
But that's another #uncertain resolution
But it's my last
But...
#vss365
"Follow the light at the end of the tunnel."
Entered as kind strangers.
Exited as lovers with the luxury of company a need, the self #still numero uno, balance of payments prime concern, Romeo & Juliet heroes not idiots.
Tragic fairy tale begging for a love poem.
#vss365
What do I miss
when I miss you?
When I'm fine,
following you
is like chasing sunset,
you went but you stayed,
faith is easy
with transient doubts.
When I'm not,
remembering you
is like climbing a #tree,
you rise but I fall,
doubt is easy
with fickle company.
#vss365
Above,
the young couple tease –
scream, laughter, tender murmur,
thud, #bang, cleaning, rapping, loving;
my apologies to them when I vacuum
away the resting load.
Yesterday,
they were kind,
listened with me to an aria;
labourer, waitress, gigolo, stripper,
whatever.
#vss365
from
https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday-in-berlin.html
I was half dead with dreams buried,
When you dragged me out of the tomb.
This wraith had to save you from abuse,
Who does not know that never ends well.
I was buried dead with half a dream,
When you left me to enter the tomb.
Two ghosts #denied,
Unseen, unsaid.
#vss365
Wrote a book on love.
'Make love #lust,' editor said.
It's a bestseller.
#vss365
#haiku ?
#senryu ?
Time does heal, wars turn sweet.
Friends and I went for one,
We killed, some r@ped, few died.
Returned to find love gone,
They seemed cheated of sweet
Memory. Time does heal.
Another tried to love,
Compared, appeared #doctor-ed.
Sky is blue, god is great,
Bards' fantasies never ends.
When bored, think of old wars
And how sweet time does heal.
#vss365
“Shouldn’t we talk more? What you want from me...or...about my past...or yours?”
“I want to be your husband, Gaia. With time, that want might become a need. Let's not give any #credit to the past till the day when our present is intolerable and our future hopeless.”
#vss365
from
https://gatheredthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2021/04/king-solomons-wife.html
She doesn't like Wallander or Rebus. Prefers Poirot!
In Qatar, she's rooting for France! Sacrilege!
It's worse in bed (but I shouldn't trouble you with those details!).
And, she is vegetarian! Believes in #charity!!!
But, her smile, eyes. Maybe, she too has reasons.
#vss365
After our wedding, I revealed all. My writing, diaries, p0rn, photos of old loves. I knew there was something wrong when she smiled and said, "Interesting life."
There's no way but downhill from there. Where's the #magic in a love that won’t even try to destroy itself?
#vss365
We met at our bar.
"My wife's cheating. I'll kill her and him," Vik said.
I got a call from his wife then. "Please come! Vik is dead."
I laughed. What a practical joke!
The police came for me. "You didn't have to cover him with your #coat."
They laughed. He too.
#vss365
I was 13 when I joined the Satanic Club.
The black gear was for austere acceptance, not for darkness.
Every ritual was about discovering the Self and forgetting it.
At 29, my #spirit entered the Inner Circle.
Introduced to love and loss, I forgot everything.
#vss365
Purists say the first Big O should be had with love. I chose the commercial route. #Spirit is better.
Watch. Strip. Slice. Knead. Let the juices flow. Use all fingers and the six senses. Let it enter slowly. Hot.
"Top or bottom? Chutney?"
Oh! That Big Onion bhajji!
#vss365
I was a big fool
To use spaghetti Westerns
To model my life.
The man with no name,
No place to call home, no one
To cheat with sweet love.
Smirked when they chased #gold,
Bit cheroot, dreamt of my horse,
When the noose tightened.
#vss365
Busy friends are the best.
They don't trouble you
Most of the time.
When they are bored
And need a filler
Or a yawn in their #story,
You can act so concerned
About their time,
And keep it very brief.
#vss365
Lila took their split with a liberal sprinkling of stoic sangfroid. When he rebounded into the arms of Mini, that seemed like a needless application of salt to her bruised bleeding heart or #ego or wherever. It's Mini’s vehement hostility towards her that puzzled Lila.
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2014/10/when-gods-high.html
