My first job was in the Creative Dept of Gods Inc.
First project: 'Create a God'.
"A do-gooder with a miserable life?"
"Boring," the Boss said. "That won't achieve widespread #credence these days."
"An anti-heroine with one good act and plenty to curse about?"
"Hmm"
#vss365
Got up at 3 and chased the moon
To the temple of 'Ma-Woman',
The god before the superheroes,
The tsunami didn't touch there,
Even as it took souls all around,
We tie bells on trees and hope,
No #snollygosters lying there,
A few fools took selfies,
They can be shooed away,
1/2
Mine or port will take that,
We will join the other bhumiputr
Never the majority or minority,
Another god buried alive,
Drowned in damned dams,
Their silence taken to be #velleity,
But listen!
From Everest to Diego Garcia
They will rise and we the error erased.
#vss365
2/2
The temple sweet on a banana leaf made the fingers that held it near a mature bosom look lovely.
She tripped.
Did a quick 2 and a half turn, half a #fandango, caught the flying item with my right. She crashed against my back.
"Saved it!" Had half of it.
She scowled.
#vss365
It was such a sweet daydream.
I was murdering all those who had hurt me.
God, typing names fast, muttered softly, “Give me more.”
Heard Devil whisper to God, "Could you put this under #dysania or clinomania? No autopsy, please."
Woke up.
I'm the murdered one.
#vss365
I was in a ghost house,
A guest not the ghost,
then,
Creaking doors, cobweb, meow and a woof,
Blood seeping, footsteps and shadows with no body,
And now,
Homeless, still faceless, scareless,
Still no #snollygoster, us no smelly rat,
Quite active on social media,
Boo.
#vss365
It's confirmed.
I'm bloody old.
I'm sure about everything I say.
I've not done one bad thing.
I've photos and anecdotes to prove I was the best.
If you ask me if it's #vermilion or muskmelon,
I'll share a better 3-syllable colour.
Don't call me an ol' goofy.
Not yet.
#vss365
The week before the wedding, we exchanged honest truths.
She told me she had a crush on Taylor Swift. In return, I revealed how I lost my virginity to my first love.
She found that that's fictitious.
The #limerence of the honest with truth is quite often an oxymoron.
#vss365
Life and love ended
With a cake au #muskmelon.
A stab well-disguised.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
We had been acquaintances, friends, confidantes, lover of others. Never enemies.
Then came the touch whispering forever, the smile on those lips which knew it will be everywhere.
Neither lucid nor #moonstruck, it was love and lust at first sight. Of a different kind.
#vss365
On the 12th day, we got water.
"#Discombobulated, huh?" God asked.
"That's one too many syllables for me," I said.
"Well?"
“Why aren’t you sending the torturers to Hell?"
"But this is Hell! Where beauty is destroyed; the rotten are happy; the less rotten depressed."
#vss365
Fifth day without water!
In the middle of the city!
It's a lovely New Year,
In this #exquisite place
They call God's own country,
Such woes are not for all,
For the minority in any area
There's no country no God.
#vss365
#Trivandrum
#Kerala
“Remember our first time here?” she asked.
He looked irritated and seemed to hold back some angry retort.
“All I know is that I wouldn’t want to be here and see this without..." he said. “I'm sorry."
“Me too,” she said. She turned to stare at the #abyss in front.
#vss365
from my 2018 short story about memory, lost and found, 'This Year's Trip':
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2018/12/this-years-trip-part-1.html
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2018/12/this-years-trip-part-2.html
"Good there’s no one for my birthday," I said. "Then, long before mobiles, I cursed her while waiting for her call. She couldn't find a working booth. The same next year. She was in hospital. My last."
"A #remembrance that goes well with a #sardonic smile," said no one.
#vss365
Heard a shot at 4 am. Found a wild pig on my land. Still alive. Crushed its skull. Dug deep near a fallen areca palm. Got to a human skeleton at 10ft. Placed the pig on top of that. Covered the pit. Planted an areca palm sapling.
That's to #sever ties with such.
#vss365
🧵1/3
Stripped. Stood under the spring. For a long while.
Didn't bother to dress. Walked towards a house. Entered. A lady was working on a laptop. Took her.
Later, dragged her to the kitchen. Sat on the floor. Near a French window. Had porridge and pickle.
2/3
She made a cut on my breast. Suckled the blood. Took the wild out of me.
"You are a different animal each time," she said.
She sat on my lap. We stared at our collection of hundred or so areca palms. Enemies are never cremated.
"It's time to write," she said. "Be good."
3/3
Daydreams keep me alive,
Me the Superhero,
The all-caring-no-warts lover,
With no notches on belt/bedpost,
My mojo got twisted today,
With a daydream of Me the Real,
Walking on eggshells/off to the sunset,
With the (non-unrequited!) love of my life,
#Damnable? Indeed!
#vss365
I have shifted to Suja Mansion. A makeshift 1BHK on a terrace. “It’s got history,” the young broker said. The owner didn’t recognize me.
Our little mansion. A dream turned nightmare. My Suja and my kid died here. I'm back. The terminator never allowed to be #forgetful.
#vss365
"What comes to mind with HNY?" Freud asked.
"WYMM?"
"Ach so!"
"I was 14, with 4, wishing HNY. They asked. With easy idiocy & practised unsophistication, I said No. I've asked WYMM on every HNY since, from the tragic love to the frightening #acquaintance."
"Ass ho!"
#vss365
