profanity & vanity

Thither I come, brother, Unto thy grave. Where once were daisies, Now, thy blood. Look ahead, brother, The sky thee face. Like once we lay, Only now thee gone. Let us run fast, brother, Around the garden by the grave, Thee riding on my back, For thy legs, brother, They were dead always anyway. Look. See, brother, How I hold thy hands, and kiss thy cheek. Can you now love that Like you once did?

Album: The Day

Would there be a time, A time of past, my love, When I open my eyes to see yours See your big wide eyes closed afront mine, Hot breath upon my cheek, That dove like purring breath you held. I, feeling a butterfly on my hands, see your eyelids fluttering on my skin. A time when you would hold me so near you, Hug me, So tight that I could barely breath. When you would make that pudding just for me, When you would wait for me to come stir it by your side. When we wouldn't sleep Because we did not want to leave the hug. When you would be done with peace among gods, And come back from the unknown land of gods Just to hold me like you used to, and I would too. Just that I could see me in your eyes, and you in mine. Would there be a time? My Love, A time of past after long.

Gone were the days Of goodnight kisses and sweet dream wishes, Of starry nights with moon ablight, Of happy roads that led nowhere. There was dance and so was rain, Were lights and music fine, That dark weren't dark And not lights scary. The paths were daring And of them, none we missed. Gone were the days and So were the nights, Those that vowed their breaths  to glore and galore of love.

I could hardly recognize her from the last time I saw her. The laughter of the lovely little girl who came running into her brother's arms still rang in my ears as I stooped into the small shop.  This was a lonely stretch of road that ran climbing up and down the hill slopes. And you wouldn't find another shop in an hour's journey. I first came here many months back, when our bus broke down near here. A jolly young man gestured us welcome, out of an old shack by the road, while he quickly wiped the only bench with his other hand. The shop had one small shelf, one chair for the guy, and one bench for furniture to boast of. The shelf held an array of plastic jars with pickled mangoes and big gooseberries,  some homemade snacks, and fries. A small drawer to the side held a few packets of cigarettes and a few bundles of beedi. Though the shop possessed only a few things, everything were kept very neat and organized.  The guy at the shop, Ravi, was a man of good spirits, w

It was the first day of my new school and the weather was so cold, and air so misty. A man, lean,  with dyed hair showed me my classroom. I found myself a seat, not too back or too front, an ambient space where I would not be exposed much. From my place I could see students filling in the other division. People came in and found their comfortable spaces. I sat watching the students as they filled in to the other classroom. I could see studious ones searching for seats in the front row and the back benchers finding their realm. Amidst all that chaos I saw a lean long shape of a girl. I saw a pair of gleaming eyes. The eyes were so wide. The egoistic me didn’t want to agree I fell for those eyes. Nevertheless, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. ............... Ann was coming back from home after the vacations. I was waiting for her at the bus station. I was tired already when the bus arrived. It just went worse! we had to wait for her roommate. Ann and I hail from the same town