when there's no one

 

Why do I say #cheers

When everyone's gone and

the glasses are empty?

Why can't I find love

When I inspire the lovely 

lady to be lack of time?

Why do I ask questions

When there's no one to

reply with a question?

#vss365

thinking

 

When you read these words,

Do you know I think about you

Thinking about me?

Oh don’t complain, my dear,

Can’t we give each other

A fantasy or a nightmare?

Let’s not be fidgety curious strangers,

Let's not be yawning friends

Or lovers staring at the #flower on wallpaper.

#vss365

lalala

 

“Kids, tell me the significance of the line ‘to #be or not to be’. Swapna?”

“In one line we have existential absurdity, meaninglessness, nihilism and a contradiction of Parmenides…”

“Bah! Shakespeare is lost for words. Like when a singer goes lalala…”

“Arjun! Out!”

#vss365

It matters

 

Are you on the #raft?

Or am I?

With no shore close,

With hell so near,

Does it matter?

Do not stare so.

I too won't.

Look at the happy photo

Not the tired #eyes,

There's no #duality here.

Just dreary writing

With someone's rules.

It matters. 

It does not.

#vss365

(weary eyes of an ancestor who tried to change the rules)

spring cleaning

 

Found an old notebook during spring cleaning. 

Pages filled with columns of pluses/minuses. Decisions of #boundless life. Susan vs Swathi, Arun vs Kris, Siemens vs Samsung...

Found her notebook too. Me vs Somebody. 

Where did I put them in the spring cleaning of '03?

#vss365 

the decade

 

(1991)

"Her bloodstained lips trembled, lucky #breath to kiss her tender;

Her face rests on a step, flesh on stone, warmth on cold-

The rivulet of tears trickled till they dropped on her heaving bosom,

The unfelt cold, for her heart seemed afire with passions too fiery."

#vss365

(1999)

Trust these words no more,

my dear. Without you,

merely to kill time,

strangely I decay.

Alone

with sense of reflections

that is marred by #breath,

wishing it were not so

but then, there is nothing.

#vss365

(Let me not do postmortem on that decade.)

from

https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2009/07/his-story-searching-and-finding-1991.html

https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2009/06/trust-these-words-no-more-1999-2001.html

the family curse

 

According to my family curse, men leading carefree lives mess it up in middle-age with matrimony.

Some seem married to the #one they marry, some to the one they did not. 

All are doubly-cursed with fidelity and virility, rewarded with success and stability till death. 

#vss365

Life is still topsy-turvy and tiring (is that alliteration?) and I had to borrow from an old short story of mine or collection of notes (it could be a part of my autobiography if it seems untrue).

from

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2018/10/twice-bitten-once-shy.html

dangerous interest

 

Wronged at times, cynical always,

flirting with lonely hopeless #void,

forsaking advice,

threatening surety,

fondling thrill,

facing danger,

Danger, where i am untaught,

that’s the source of my life,

not love nor victory nor respect,

Interest, that selfish desire.

#vss365

from

https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2010/01/seeking.html

Proposal part 7

 

My lady, forgive this simple mind

For conjuring often used sights.

Is old love bad love? I wish I knew.

Material truths can be unkind.

Let fantasies make paupers knights.

Fantasies or #love? I wish I knew.

#vss365

(This was part of a wedding proposal. Yikes! Folly of youth!)

from

https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2009/06/proposal-3-2001.html

in love

 

"You are loony."

"I am #moonstruck."

"Semantics!"

"I love you."

"That proves it."

"But I do."

"You hate my folks."

"I do."

"You hate everything I do."

"Do I?"

"You have no clue about love."

"That's true."

"So, I am right."

"No, that's how it is when one is in love."

#vss365

(Don't ask me if I have any clue about what I have written! Total brain-fade mode.)

THE LADY

 

Love kept me away, my dear #vss365 friends.

THE LADY even cooked for me. "Steamed rice-coconut sandwich cake, black chickpeas in fiery coconut gravy, batter-fried ripe plantain, oeuf dur avec sel et poivre and coffee!”

I had to #speak then. 

"This has to end."

To be with you.

goodbye

 

Why do we say goodbye

When we could be happy

Together forever...

Why do we chase dreams

Of a billboard life

Discard what we have...

Why did we destroy all

A #diary entry now

Fading like sweet goodbye...

#vss365

chronicler of love

 

I got divorced because I am a faithful #chronicler of love. She found the box with all my writing about you and our love. I could have tried to explain that you are just a ghost. 

But, how can one explain that love is all about accepting the ghosts in another's life? 

#vss365

Monsoon?

 

Is this the Monsoon?

Or a straying depression?

Let me not #yawp now.

#vss365

#haiku #senryu ?

#Monsoon ?

nokkukooli aka compensation

 

At the Erotica Convention, it was decided the Hoi Polloi Union should be compensated by the Billionaires Union. 

Our #yawp over every sweaty bed, "Forget s*x, do we get the time, space and company? The bills have it so easy!" 

We will get $6.50 per month not to write.

#vss365

role model

 

"As a #prize from seniors to juniors before they leave, their wisdom. Who is your role model? Arjun?"

"My mother."

"Very good. Swapna?"

"Don’t believe in role models. Appreciate decency. Learn from the stupidity of the same one too."

"Enough, Swapna!"

"Heehee"

"Feku!"

#vss365

god & creeps

 

"Oh god! What do You #achieve by killing 260 or more in a train accident?"

"Am I responsible for that?"

"What about the little kids who die every day?"

"Am I responsible for that?"

"Why do You keep some creeps alive?"

"Is there another dumping ground for those?"

#vss365

My dear #vss365 pals, I am terribly sorry for not reading your writing regularly. 

Excuses:

a. Heat and insomnia

b. Household work

c. Creeps who won't give regular water supply.

d. Etc. etc. etc.

Cya, take care.

Kathal

 

"Sir, your gf told me to tell you K-A-T-H-A-L."

"Which one?"

"Manju."

"I call both that. If it's Manjula, it's Tamil for love. A mating call."

"How sweet."

"If it's Manjul, then it's Hindi for jackfruit, a non-veg sub, warning in-laws are visiting."

"Err...#bittersweet."

#vss365

Moral of the story: Do not have friends with similar names.