My pal and I were young
And the lady
in the black chiffon saree
saw us
'staring'
(what do you call
the 'stare' you give
a Rodin
or a Caravaggio,
is it #sightseeing?)
And smiled
(god!).
Now, we are old
And we might notice her husband
When we fall in love with her.
#vss365
Matrimonial ad:
'I'm living in a #suitcase.
Like-minded apply.'
Swiped right, with fervour.
'I'm dying in another's.'
Epitaph will say.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
There, in the doc's waiting room,
It's not the #journey that matters,
It's the destination, silly,
Could be the morgue or not,
There, with 36 who have lived,
Sex, job, wealth, family, all ticked,
They must have said ILU,
Whispered, muttered or cursed,
Doesn't matter.
#vss365
what do you symbolize,
my dear #lobster,
is it temptation
or too much luck,
(what's that now luck)
is it undying love
or mating for life
(o don't complain lust or love)
or should I recall
the mess we made at Juhu Mahesh Lunch Home
(I still loved you then you know)
#vss365
"Weather?"
"Humid."
"Food?"
"Burger."
"Love?"
"#Amber."
"Lust?"
"Green."
"Marriage?"
"Red."
"O Spirits!"
"Guru! What lies ahead for me?"
"Next summer,
At a traffic light,
Munching bad food,
Winking at women,
It will hit you."
"Truck?"
"Your wife's fist."
#vss365
"You love me," I said
"That's corny," she said.
"But, that’s what I feel. What’s the point in saying I love you if I don't feel you feel it?"
"Duh!"
"But not a #dud, right?"
She shrugged. Smiled. "You too love me."
"Yikes, that's definitely schmaltzy," I said.
#vss365
(Again! Sorry for using my old stuff for #vss365. Water woes yet again have short-circuited the few grey cells I have.)
From
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2014/05/seconds.html
"Let's go birdwatching," she said the morning after. The cold finger of dread traced a line from the hypothalamus to the gluteus maximus.
I avoid budding ornithologists. Serious when funny and vice versa, they show rigor mortis when the feathered lot shun #peeking toms.
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2014/05/seconds.html
His hometown changed. The liberal and the conservatives teamed up. The left became an alternative right. People revived religious beliefs their forefathers had debunked. It was difficult to escape its #pervasive influence. That God got back its voice and ruled the stage.
#vss365
from my short story 'Gutter Talk':
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2013/10/gutter-talk.html
I've never been to a #swamp
Other than the one in my head,
Did nature or nurture cause that
Or is it another daydream,
I can ask the ghosts that rise
But they are not true or helpful,
Did love or failure cause that
Or is it a lush paradise,
To wallow or not to sink?
#vss365
I'm a type of Rip Van Winkle,
Awake but dumb for decades,
Talking to one I cared about,
This time no blunder of past,
No more of my life, or wisdom,
She has no use for such, at all,
I should listen, let her fall, or
Rise, for max #impact, or not,
Awake and not dumb.
#vss365
Weddings here are simple less-than-5-min affairs.
In between the start (couple enters) and the end (junta races to the dining hall), no one hears the priest chant (in the vernacular):
"You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave this curséd #portal."
#vss365
(with all due respect to Eagles and lovers of 'Hotel California')
Yesterday, the police questioned two migrant workers in connection with the Mritya murder case.
Today, the two were found dead in a pond.
According to post-mortem, they drowned in the pond.
Locals say that only the dead can #submerge themselves in the shallow pond.
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2014/01/murder-scrapbook.html
According to 'The History of Homo Sapiens', the primal #puzzle is: why did they say 'I love you'?
It's believed a male first tried it to mask a shortcoming, say the quality of meat.
Or, was it a lady fond of cave painting who used it to postpone meals and baser needs?
#vss365
