Blues & blue (Poem)

I spend my days of blues,

Alone under the sky so blue,

Even the sky seemed to be in  its blues,

Bleak and blue and no clouds flew.

And  then came the one in blue,

With hands and a panting heart,

To share my blues under the sky so blue.

The hand's touch blew the blues,

away from me without a clue.

The sky too appeared so bright and blue,

with clouds that flew over it's blue.

Thoughts (Poem)

Thoughts, thoughts, boundless thoughts,

They bloom with the flowers,

They blow with the wind,

They sway with the trees,

They shower with the rain,

They stream with the brooks, 

They flow with the rivers,

They tide with the ocean,

How strange?

The thoughts never end,

For, they dream with the dreams,

and think with the thoughts!

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PST: And I call this a poem!!!!!

A song for my love... (Poem)

This one was written almost 5 years back when I met my first love at my college.

On a moon lit night,

When the mist holds tight,

O'er the top of a hill,

Our souls lay close still.

I take your hand in mine,

And steep it with a kiss divine.

Then when I look in your eyes,

I see our love shining soft and nice.

My arms then goes around you,

To embrace you to my soul,

And you dip your face into my chest,

where you find your world best.

Thus we stay for long,

With the moon light showering strong,

And the mist thickens around,

To form a blanket to keep us bound...

My thoughts thus travel it's way,

There are still more things to say...

"O, dear!", still more things to say...

But words are not just enough to say...

Amorous (Erotic short story)

I remember seeing her in the shopping mall, days ago. I was with my girl, out for a little shopping. Did I recognize her? "No", to be true to myself. I've never seen her before... Or have I???? I couldn't say that for sure. But I somehow knew her smell; knew the satin of her touch...

"Does this look good on me", asked my girl, holding a multi-coloured ethnic skirt to her waist.

She held her leg in an angle that made her look as if she was posing for some brand endorsement for that skirt. And did it look good on her? Oh ye! Why not? Anything looks good on her and... she looks even better with nothing's on her!

The very naive and bright smile on her face was enough to tell me that she badly wanted that outfit. Besides, when have I ever said a "No" to her? When have I ever missed a chance to see that smile spreading on her face, making her go all red and pink? And, when have I ever missed the chance of that little peck on my cheeks when she became happy? O God! She's the best thing to have happened to me...

But...

This other girl... No. I couldn't call her a 'girl'. This other female... Yes! That's the right word to describe her - "Female", 'coz she had nothing more than an amorous scent to her. She appeals to nothing but to the very basic of the 'Male' instinct.

For days since then, she kept popping in and out of my mind and every time, she brings in the same scent of carnal craving in my mind. I knew I wanted her... But wouldn't that mean cheating on my girl? Yes. It would. And I don't want to do that. I never can do that. Or... Can I? May be... Huh! What the hell?

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I saw her in the silver of lightning. She was sitting near the open window looking at me. Her eyes were a black hole ready to suck me in. Her lips were moist with the blood of lust and her smile vicious enough to slit my throat. I knew what she was asking me for. But I was not sure whether I’d be able to give that.

The wind blew bringing in a spray of rain through the window. I saw the sprinkle trickle down her waxy bare shoulder. Her eyes never blinked a thither and she kept looking at me. Did she scare me? No. I’d rather say “I don’t know”. I felt a chill creeping through my veins. I gulped down the glass of whiskey on the table near me. 

I tried looking away from her, tried singing out aloud to distract myself. But No. She still kept staring at me. She was enjoying the effect with which she was pinning me down.

I got up from my chair with much difficulty. My legs couldn’t balance me. The whisky was showing its effect. Yet I got up. I swayed like a tree in the wind… The towel around my waist slipped and I gathered it around me hastily. She giggled at that. I felt like slapping her but… My blood started picking up the heat. I turned around to look at her.

She lay stretched on my bed on her chest. The dim yellow light of the bed lamp disappeared into the deep riff of her bare back. She was still looking at me. The same murderous smile playing on her lips. It seemed like an invitation to let her kill me. Was I afraid to die? No. I was not.

I walked up to my bed… For the next few moments (I don’t know for how long?) I… Some times I was sinking in my bed and sometimes I was in my all fours and sometimes even on my knees… The world reeled around me. I could see her no more. But at times I could feel barb wires tearing through the skin of my back… Could hear monstrous moans piercing through the thick, dark silence of the night… And suddenly POOF!!!! It was all over. I gasped for breath for a while. Or was it her??? I blacked-out. There was only the eerie rhythm of the blades of the fan slicing the air

When I woke up at the middle of the night I heard the feeble melody of the rain outside my window. And there was my girl lying near me. The sponging warmth of her skin on mine. I looked at her inanimate face close to mine in that yellow luminescence. Could I recognize her? Oh yes! That was my girl. She was sleeping on my shoulder. 

But where is She??? I looked around desperately to find her. All that I could find was her shadow on the wall with all her seductive curves. Could she have left a note for me in the table? I wanted to get up and explore. But I didn’t want to disturb my girl’s sleep. I closed my arms around her and held her closer to me.

Did a sigh leave me without a warrant? I stared blankly at the ceiling…The blades of the fan was slicing it's own shadows...

O My God!!!! (Short Play)

Scene I:

It’s a late evening. The Man and the Dog comes walking down a lonely road. The Man looks despondent and lost. He is an Atheist and is at the very edge of compromising his intellectual ideals and believes. He recently lost all his wealth in a gamble. He’s flat broke and left with a huge debt which he knows he can never pay back. He’s contemplating suicide but the only thing that stops him is his 4 year old daughter and his ever loving wife. He doesn’t know where to turn to for help and the situation is quite bleak. That morning he got a legal notice saying that all his movable and immovable wealth will be seized by the court if not he pays back the loan he took from a bank. “God alone can save him”.

Jimmy is two years old and is his pet dog. It’s a Labrador, jet black and most loyal to its master as any other dog is. It doesn’t need a leash around its neck when it’s taken out for a walk because it doesn’t dare defy its master’s commands. It walks proud beside its master with a red collar knowing that no one else can protect its master better than him. “Is the dog out for a stroll with its master or the master out with the dog?” I think it’s better to be left to your imaginations!

The Man sits down on a rock and stares at the Heaven, stretching his both arms at the star studded sky, his eyes brimming with tears.

The Man: “Oh God! I’ve defied you all my life and here I’m… I accept my defeat… Aren’t you seeing this??? Save me if you can…”

The Dog sniffs around in the nearby bushes and marks its territory by urinating at the bark of a tree.

Scene II:

God is sitting with a shot of one of the most exotic of ethereal whiskies in a crystal glass carelessly held in his hand. He is brooding of the biggest mistake that he committed – the creation of man. He was getting completely beaten down by the Devil and couldn’t match upto the candid evil of the Devil. And so he created man, the least, he’d be left with someone or something to sing in praise of him in spite of all his continuous defeats. But his biggest of the mistakes was not the creation of Man but to give him that extra thing called ‘Intelligence’ which God very discreetly avoided putting in any of his other creations. Now, Man, using his Intelligence as a tool, started speculating things – even the actions of his creator. God is loosing grounds and is worried that he is soon going to loose the trust, even of his created.

“Oh God! I’ve defied you all my life and here I’m… I accept my defeat… Aren’t you seeing this??? Save me if you can…” he hears a faint, distant sound from down under.

God keeps his shot of whisky aside and looks down to find a man with his both arms stretched and calling out for him. God smirked. “After all… There’s still hope…”

God got up and put on the best of his gowns and went down.

Scene III:

Suddenly God appears in front of the man and smiles at him. Man looks bewildered at God and rubs his eyes a few times. He struggles for a few seconds to come in terms with what has just happened to him. Jimmy becomes alert at the presence of someone new. He sniffs and gets the smell of whisky. He doesn’t like it and growls at God.

The Man: “Shhh… Jimmy. Behave yourself”

Jimmy wags its tail at its master but keeps guard least the drunkard attacks its master. Jimmy’s eyes keep darting between God and its master. It senses a danger and keeps an alert eye on the stranger.

The Man: Can I believe this??? Am I seeing what I’m seeing???

The God: My child. Believe what you see, for I’m the Real, the Illusion and the Merciful. I’m the God. I heard you cry out for me. And here I’m. Tell me child. What made your heart cry with such pain and passion for me?

The Man: O Divine! Don’t you know? Can’t you see my heart bleeding and resonating the melody of bliss of seeing you and all at the same time? Can’t you see that I’m dead and still alive? Can’t you…

The man completely breaks down and stoops at his knees, again stretching his arms at God. Tears trickle down his cheeks and he runs short of words… He keeps his stare on God and pleads with his brimming eyes.

God gets his victim and do not waste the chance to satisfy his sadistic pleasures. After all he too has emotions and was frustrated at his position. He maintains his smile.

The God: I see everything. It’s only your illusion that I’m blind – just the message from the wrong side of your brain that the Devil rules. But every Man has to go through this testing time. Though I’m your creator I do give you the liberty of choice. Though I’m your creator, I don’t want to rule you. Though I’m your creator, I don’t want to spare you the pains of your ignorance. I will put you through darkness for you to realize the glory of light. I will put you through pain and at times tortures for you to realize the worth of your existence. And all this and more because when you finally decide to come to me, I want you to realize that you are right in choosing me as the Savior, the Omnipotent, the Benevolent… The God.

The Man: Yes! Yes!! I do realize. I do realize it… All these years I’ve always denied your existence, always criticized your actions, always talked ill of you, threw stones at your image, laughed at people who sang praise of your glory… I… I… I did everything that was WRONG and yet… O, my!!! You Are the most merciful, the most benevolent, my savior… You are the GOD. I realize my mistakes. Here I’m. I’ll fall at your feet. Serve you the rest of my life…

The man stoops further and comes to a prostrate in front of God. He gets himself into a trance. Jimmy gets no clue of what’s happening. He sees his master lying flat on the ground in front of a drunkard. Jimmy keeps himself ready to pounce at the stranger at the first sign of any danger to its master.

“This is my chance. Give him what he wants and I get him as a slave for the rest of his life time. What more? He’s a fool unlike the others around me and he’s strong. Besides, he has his whims and fancies and as long as I can satisfy him, he’ll keep his trust and loyalty on me. I can groom him to be my next Commander. And the best Commander I can get too…”

God smiles at his little victory. He takes out his diamond studded magic wand with an ivory handle to shower his blessings on the man.

Jimmy smells danger and doesn’t hesitate a second. It pounces on the God and gets him right at the hand holding the wand. God shakes his hand violently and Jimmy is thrown aside with a good piece of bloody flesh between its canines. The wand flies off in another direction. God was completely shocked by this attack and he screams in pain. Jimmy gets to its all four and prepares itself for the next pounce. God doesn’t know what to do and he’s scared to his every nerve at the charging dog. He tries to grab his precious wand from the ground but decides for the better and flees for his life.

Scene IV:

The next day breaks open and the Man is still prostrating on the ground. Jimmy is lying next to him keeping an alert eye on its master and chewing on the ivory handle of the God’s magic wand. The first rays of the morning sun wakes him up from his deep slumber. He gets up on his knees and supports his fore-head with the palm of his hand. He has a splitting head-ache and feels his head heavy as if he was under some heavy dope. He tries to recollect the events of the previous night. He’s dazed and confused. His body is weak because of the heavy emotional toll of the previous night. He’s unable to keep his eyes open. He leans on a nearby boulder and looks around for Jimmy with his weary eyes.

The Man: Jimmy

“Woof” answers the dog in response and goes near its master wagging its tail and putting down the wand. Jimmy starts licking its master’s face and he tries to push the dog away. Suddenly he sees something glitter near his feet. Focusing his eye on it, he finds an exotic wooden rod studded with diamonds and with an ivory handle. He takes it in his hand and Jimmy tries to play with him, tugging at the other end of the wand.

The Man: Jimmy, no!

Jimmy doesn’t concede to its master’s repeated warning. It was too much in a playful mood and it gets paid for its playfulness. It gets a hard smack on its head and finally let go of the wand. The Man investigates the rod in his hand and fills with joy at his finding. He runs his fingers over the diamonds and starts laughing aloud in joy.

The Man: O God! You are truly Great… I believe you. You Are The Merciful, The Benevolent, The Savior… You Are The Divine, The God. Here I’m. Your servant for a life time…

Scene V:

God is sitting all lost and dejected in his luxuriously cushioned Golden throne. He has a shot of his favorite whisky in a crystal glass carelessly held in his hand. His personal dress maker who is a young lad is sitting around behind a sewing machine tailoring a new and fashionable gown for him.

The Dress Maker: May I ask you something?

The God: (Disturbed from his contemplative mood) Ahm… What’s it? Come again?

The Dress Maker: May I ask you something.

The God: Yes

The Dress Maker: What happened to that gown which I made for you the last week? You said you’d be wearing it for your friend’s wedding and today morning I find your chauffeur using it to wipe the wind shield of your car? Didn’t you like it? But you rewarded me with your precious ring when I made you that saying that it was the best that I’ve ever made for you!

God gulps down the rest of the whisky in the crystal glass before answering.

The God: Did I say that it was the best gown you’ve ever made for me? Sorry, my child. I forgot about that. Actually I didn’t like it. But didn’t want to discourage you and kill your good spirit. Besides, there was something wrong with the way you made it. It came tearing off when I tried wearing it for a trial. But that’s ok. I’m not angry at you for that. Anyone would have his bad day! And don’t look so dejected. I know you are the best dress maker in heaven. Or why would I employ you to make my dresses?

God walks upto the Dress Maker and caresses his head. The Dress Maker smiles most innocently at God’s attention and care. The chauffeur comes in to place the morning posts at God’s desk. He was listening to the whole conversation while he was walking the long carpeted way from the door of the room to the desk. He struts back till the door and once he came out of the room he startes rolling in mud with laughter.

Life (Poem)

Life is an ocean of Sorrow and

Happiness islands of comfort in it.

Man, a servile swimmer in the hands of an unknown master,

beats a race against the tides,

starting from the land of Birth to reach the unknwn land of Death.

Sneak-peak is a funny business (Short story)

It was just a couple of days since we moved into our new house. Things were not in their places. The house owner had warned us about the few burglaries that went around there in the last few weeks and hence asked us to be careful. I’m someone who gets a bit cooked up about such issues. But Meera was different. She is an easy-go type and refuses to be too careful about just anything.

That day, she left me with our 4 months old baby to give attendance in her new office. I, being a freelance photographer had the levity of staying back home (or so, she presumed). I was left with our 4 months old son and the household stuffs to be taken cared of.

It would have been half past ten in the morning and the baby started crying. It threw a nasty tantrum when I tried to feed him with the bottle of milk. He kept pushing away the bottle. I wondered why babies had to be so merciless with their dads. I was into a predicament when I realized the cause for my babe’s tantrums. “What a fool I was!” He was not hungry but his diaper was wet. Ah! The toughest job! I am very clumsy with this assignment and Meera knew that. So, she had already prepared an ‘instruction manual’ in her own hand as to how I should go about doing it.

I failed at my first attempt to change the diaper. Several rounds of attempts followed but I still couldn’t manage it. I thought of taking a break and then give it one last try (after all what’s the use of this whole business? He’s going to wet it again, right?). I stretched myself and extracted a cigarette from the packet on the table. As I was about to light it I noticed a figure sneaking near the window. It was a dark man snooping around. My suspicion rose and I went near the window just to find the man turning the corner of our house. I got out and gave a through check of the grounds but in vein. The dark man was no longer there. I became a bit nervous.

After a few minutes I finally decided to let it go and went inside my house to give one last try at changing the diaper. This time I took the baby from our bedroom and put him on our dining table. I stretched the piece of instruction manual neatly beside the baby and began working on it again. And yes!!! I finally made it and my baby gave me an encouraging smile. Did I hear him say, "Encore-encore?"

“Thank you”, I said to the baby with a grandiose wave of my hand. But again there he was - the dark man at the window peeking into our private world.

This time I was determined not to let him escape. I ran out of my house at a dizzy pace and skidded around the corner of our house just in time to find him jumping over the wall to the next house. After landing into the next compound he suddenly put on a casual air and walked into that house.

“What’s happening here?” I couldn’t understand. I waited for a moment considering things and then decided to follow him. I jumped over the wall and tried peeking into the house through every open window.

“This is fun!” I never knew peeking into others house was amusing. I was a bit nervous though.

And suddenly... Did I hear a baby cry?

I thought I was imagining it (after all, that’s what I’ve been hearing for the past half an hour). “I’m just imagining it”, I convinced myself.

But no. I heard it again. Is my baby crying again? No. The sound was coming from within this house and I was nearing the sound more and more. I found a window next to me open and I cautiously peeked in through it. And what did I see in there?

My good Lord! I couldn’t believe it.

Another unlucky father and a baby with a wet diaper!!!

Pickpocket (Short story)

It was like just any other day for Manu.

Now… You might be wondering who Manu is? Well, he’s just one among those usual young men that you’d see around. He’s a peon in one of those big private offices in our city. He’s young, energetic, enthusiastic and efficient in his discipline. But just like all of those usual young men, he too is unusual in his own way. He has a peculiar hobby - pick pocketing ! . No. Not because he’s poor. He earns quite a descent amount from his job.

He does it for fun. He finds it a thrilling engagement to get into a really crowded bus and come out with the pick of his day. He’s not bothered about how much money he’d find in it. Sometimes he’d get a 50/- and at times 1000s. Sometimes even less. But that is not his concern. He’s excited at the very act of slipping his hand into the back pocket and drawing the wallet out without arousing any suspicion. What an amusing hobby!

Let’s come back to the story… … It was like just any other day for Manu. He started early from his house and took his stand at the bus stop near his house. He kept skipping all the buses, which didn’t look promising for him. And at last there came one bus, heavily loaded and jam-packed. Manu’s face brightened and jumped in it.

His eyes searched for the person who’d give him his pick of the day. And yes! He spotted him. There was this cool looking lad, strikingly handsome, fair, tall, with bulging shoulders and of course a bulging back pocket too.

Manu squeezed his way through the crowd to his target. He’s always careful not to attract attention to him least he was suspected in case the theft was discovered. But this time it didn’t go his way. The fair guy turned and looked at him when he struggled to get near him. And Manu noticed his gaze fixed up on him in a suspicious manner.

He considered his next move with caution. ‘To do or not to do?’ After a brief hesitant moment Manu decided to proceed further. “Fear is not going to help me. If there’s anything in this whole business of pickpocket, it’s the risk factor involved in it. Be it be anything… I’ll try my luck anyways…” thought Manu.

Manu went and stood near the fair guy in a very casual manner and well, things went Manu’s way. He got down at the next stop and victoriously admired the purse in his hand. He checked the purse. There was a driving license, a colour photo of the fair guy, some paper slips and a few 100’s notes. He checked the time in his watch. ‘ 10 minutes to 10’. His office was at walking distance and so he decided to get to his office by walk.

But what’s this?

“Manu”: He heard someone calling him from behind, as he was about to get into his office. He turned around to find the same fair guy fast approaching him, waving his hands at him in a friendly recognition.

“I’m done for…” thought Manu. “Should I try an escape or should I stay and face it?”

Anyways… Manu didn’t get much time.

“Good Lord, I found you chap!” exclaimed the fair guy as he came near Manu and placed his heavy hand on his shoulder.

“What’s next?” Manu felt completely trapped. There seemed no possible way to escape.

“Don’t you recognize me?”

Of course Manu couldn’t recognize the person in front of him. As for him, he’s the pickpocket and the person in front of him was his victim. What other relation could exist between these two strangers?

“I’m Robin,” said the fair guy. “Don’t you recognize me?” he repeated.

Manu looked at him in bewilderment.

“Your school mate in your village… Robin…”

Yes! That’s right. Now Manu could recollect the once familiar face of his old school mate. But, what now? Manu was unable to say anything in return. He just gave a smile of recognition.

Robin became talkative. “I’m really lucky to have found you. You know what? I got pick pocketed in the bus and now I’m left without a penny. I’m working in the next town and came here for an official purpose. Now, how do I go back? I saw you in the bus but couldn’t really recognize you then. I saw you get down at the last stop and it was then that I discovered that my pocket had been picked. I was wondering what I’d do and suddenly the recognition dawned on me. I got down at this stop and was walking back with the hope of finding you. And… You know what, don’t you…? Please lend me some money to reach back my town. I know it’s not decent to ask money to a friend whom I’m meeting after such a long time. But… Hope you can under stand”

Manu readily extracted a hundred from his pocket and gave it to his old friend. Can I say that Manu didn’t exactly know what he was doing and he did whatever he did as if in a trance? It’s difficult to explain what Manu would have felt or thought right then.

Anyhow… Robin was elated at this ready and ‘thoughtful’ response of his old friend.

“Oh, Manu! Thanks really a lot… Give me your address. I’ll return the money through a money order as soon as I reach home”

“That’s ok,” said Manu.

“But how will I return the money?” asked Robin.

“That’s ok Robin. I can understand your situation. And as for returning the money… Well, you needn’t bother about that. That’s ok. After all ‘a friend in need is a friend indeed’, right? ” said Manu.

“Thank you… Thanks really a lot Manu” said Robin and walked away happily thanking his stars or whatever God saved him!

And Manu … Well, could anyone explain what he would have felt at this whole drama of fate?