bleep bleep

Beyond the velvet of night and the sheep-herds of cloud passing by, overlooking a paper mache of concrete cultivation, she twinkled like a single winking eye of some constellation that had moved in inches to a new dais lit, not by the streamline white of a random aircraft or the static red of a steely stronghold, but by the luminance of a formative crescent who filled a charming smile with the symphonic bleep bleep of the little fluttering eyelid it had left behind.

d'uh-aye

Tomorrows are interesting only if there were yesterdays
Day-after-tomorrow is still an empty wish
Yesterdays were interesting because there were day-before-yesterdays
What makes today interesting is that it's just a day

Swoosh

I'd like it to cast my shadow along with it's own.

Freeze it.

Coagulate with cobwebs of unique patterns each...

Glide it through dark tunnels

Every cycle being a different one of the same kind...

Unique.

Dynamic.

I'd like it to keep me waiting for the next

Forming dunes of it as i walk along

With all the shadows...

Some that tread along

Some that are taken away by the gust

I'll simply walk

Footprints of mine left for none else

I'd like it to heal me...

Time...irreversible time...

Into a point.

It's you but it's not you. The soft blob of feature-less coacervates of nothingness .Plain. One color of opacity.Keeps you allured to the perceptions.Fingers become birds and bunnies.Smiles and frowns are equated to nulls.Illusion of company in solitude. Hot is cold.Fat is thin.Half is twice.An oasis in the desert.Nothing is something. Meanings everywhere.It keeps you lost in translation.No, it's not the light that plays around.Umbras and penumbras reach way before light does and deceive it.Fake promise to tag along everywhere and then suddenly disappear into a single point.It will still keep you wanting to play the hide and seek. It will still want you to want it. The coziness is surreal.The shadow is not for real.Almost everything has a shadow. True it is that some say, nothing is real.

I feel sorry for Eu

In that really vast pond he floated
He was among the older few
He was a broad leaf of lotus
He was always filled with dew
His surface was mostly lush
It was on his free spirit that his veins grew
He had a genuine lustre amongst all in his family
And hence he was called Eu
He watched his greener siblings around
Sometimes he envied their lush
They were all adobes for the colourful frogs
The monsoon frogs looking for mush
She was a growing frog
She croaked a choke for attention
For, it was after all the monsoon
And the amph needed her fun
Every rainy day she sat on “her” lotus leaf
She had a new one everyday
For every leaf sank under her weight
And emerged again as she jumped away
Eu heard her cacophony
It was symphony to his ears
For he had a lonely silence inside
That could only match hers
Eu called her to sit on him
On his sparkling dew-filled patch
She blew her heart through her gills away
For, he was not her right match
But her monsoon was to end soon
And she needed a place to crouch
And with all other lotus leaves filled with frogs
She had just Eu to grouch
He was overwhelmed with cheer
He anchored his stem tighter to the ground
He puffed himself with all his strength
He wanted to be her best ground
It rained a rain of happiness then
All the amphs jumped into the blue glee
She looked at a greener lotus leaf
That’s where she wanted to be...

The key, chain holed her

For centuries now he was kept away from her. She lived a life of service. Her purpose was the most important to her. She protected the treasure and the secrets with utmost pride and honour. She came from the “Royal Guard” clan. That instilled in her the sense of loyalty towards her creation; purpose and duty that kept her strong even in her rusting days. She made sure her hands never let go of the strength that made her the best in her clan. But today, after all the years of respect and significance she assumed, she felt belittled by him. They had found him. He would control her now.

There is always somebody with a purpose exactly opposite to yours; to make you undo what you do. Ironically, that somebody has no purpose without you. Puppets we are all, of our purposes. Existentialism is a mirage.

They brought him to her chamber. She saw him. The chain who remained her loyal aide suddenly seemed to hold her hands back tight. She knew the time had come. She froze into the moment. She was stabbed by him. Her hands let go loosely. Her body hung tiredly. She heard a distance voice say...

“The key has truly been a national treasure keeper!.....but the lock is so rusty...”

Some jazz

He went flying like in projectile
I don’t know how he felt
But my anger loved the outburst
So the optic mouse had to suffer
The laptop said her last prayers
Her skin looked redder than ever
She thought about being flung around
And put on her low-batt beep quiver
Don’t know why i wondered about the language
But i did understand she begged for mercy
The lava in my blood got icy
So i let her be and banged the door shut
The “thud” told me he was unaware
But he still maintained his hard teak enamour
And turning to the other side, he shuddered words of swears
The brown room stared at me in dismay
And then the visitor breeze came to say her usual hi
Everybody inside smiled
All the burgundies and crimsons turned brown again
The optic mouse’s injuries were mild
But now he doesn’t click or move...
He’s still wondering why
He doesn’t understand that it can never be his fault
But they can still make him cry