TRYING TO MAKE SENSE

Chaos.
Too much of too many
So much!
So many!

Phobia.
Pre-programmed.
Not me anymore.
A different me.

Euphoria.
No consequences.
Nothing.
Just me!

Float.
Mass less.
Swirl round and round
Slowly. Very slowly.

No words needed.
Just me!
Ecstasy.
Let go...

Laugh!
Breathe in lungful
Mock and laugh...
Colorful.

No consequences.
My rules.
My little world.
And just me!

Inner alarm!
Wide open eyes.
Look around.
Shocked. Ashamed.

Head in hands.
Weep. Weep.
Reason. Stop Feeling.
Think dude! Think!

Need words.
The consequences. Gasp.
Steady yourself!
Discipline!

Bear the weight!
Get on ground dude!
It's not a merry go round!
You knew that!

Big world
Where everything has its way
Where everything has a tag
Where everything must be weighed.

Chaos.
Too much of too many
So much!
So many!

RESPECT

Endless,

The blood cycles.
The silent pain.
Surely I would have fainted.

Nine months.
Is a divine time.
To carry desire.
Slow, growing and growing wait.

Torn,
To let live,
You bleed profusely.
Yet you smile at end.

Woman,
I am charmed.
Filled with awe.
You are God's best creation.

p.s.: paragraph 3 edited.

SAARANG 2010 /CREATIVE WRITING /POETRY

In the month of March,
My doubt was born.
And I brought it home.

The boy wouldn't babble.
But only smile.
Ah! Such lovely mother's eyes.

But I looked for me in him.
"Where am I?"
No signs of me in him.

Joys eclipsed.
Music dead.
Trains of Thought in disarray.

I tried sleeping in night.
"He doesn't look like me".
Doubt. Insomnia.

The baby was crying.
I walked till the cradle.
Hesitation.

In the month of March,
My doubt was born:
"Is he my son?"

p.s.: The above was my entry for Saarang. I am aware there were way better people.
But feels good - Yeah! I participated.

The themes for the contest were: Doubt, Music, Father, Insomnia, Eclipse, Trains, Hesitation, Homecoming. We were to write on any one or a combination of the above.

VER(bo)SE

Compulsive but not rewarding,
The habits continue.
I am fatigued by the endless hope
Interjected by futile hours.

I wonder how does Sisyphus do it?

Simple Stories - II

HETROVERSY

Some feminists think talking about gender issues is the sole right of women. The radical ones go till the extent of generalizing that all deprived are feminine and all evil is masculine. "And why would they be wrong" thought Nitin Kumar, a young man of 28. He rationalized that "when society generalized the use of the pronoun "he" for mankind - why can't these women make a generalization. Certainly they are not saying every man is evil. And they are also not saying that no woman is evil. They are just saying the evil endowed in us shall be referred henceforth as masculine and the good as feminine. Why should I have a problem with that".

Nitin was greatly impressed by writings of Virginia Woolf, Taslima Nasrin and many others. He strictly didn't belong to dichotomous classification of homo sapiens into "men from mars and women from venus". He was the one who would offer his seat to ladies standing in a bus. But he wasn't the effeminate type. He was more manly built than several others and in loose words he had more balls than a bull. Heard the name Raja Ram Mohan Roy? Nitin.

A brisk day in office. Rajashree was struggling with a door trying to balance a huge of stack of files in her hands. Nitin saw this and decided to help. He opened the door. Pat came Rajashree's reply: "You are such a sexist! You differentiate so much between man and woman. Why? I have never seen you open a door for a man. Anyways thanks".

Nitin wondered: "If I open door for both men and women, what would I be? A bisexist?!"

Simple Stories - I

LOSS OF INNOCENCE

Nascent mind. Clean. Unpolluted. Unsophisticated. They were like two inseparable entities. Everywhere they went, they were together. They loved the same stories, were scared of the same spider, watched Mowgli together every Sunday. They were together to the extent that they slept cuddled up like two angels.

But one day they stopped talking. Something inside them made them feel wrong.

It was the day he realized: "I am a boy" and she realized: "I am a girl".

I will NEVER EVER miss a class. Come Hail! Come Snow!