profanity & vanity

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,...

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 t...

The judge was a funny man for sure. The judgment felt funny. But still, I don’t know whether to cry or to laugh. The sentence was an electric chair and i felt like laughing. These people are talking in wide sunlight, of killing me. What? Its funny to hear. I now exactly know my time of death. The good man, the judge told that loud. For some of these talking people, the announcement was a part of their routine and for some it was sweet. There were laughs, shouts, siren, I was taken to the prison. The van started slowly through the crowd and traffic and gained speed as it moved to the uninhabited country. From outside it was just a wall that I could see. Two towers to the sides, with the height less than that of a two storeys. The place around was more a barren desert. All the vegetation the place had was some shrubs and some trees that I would rather say that were once trees. I did not like the place. I did not like the wall. I did not like the inside of the wall. I did n...

Those wide eyes can, for sure, Cast a spell strong on you. And that voice, Cute it is for sure, But what makes you follow it. Wanting to hate it, You will still love its muse. You want, in sense, to cast it off, You sense, after all, being cast off. Whether or not it is, You feel it's lying to you. Still deep in, you fell for it. In the spell, which always is, Ink always is those eyes, And with strings is that chime. In that spell, which always is, Logic is what you boast for, And that, you don't posses. Far I go, as wide are the eyes. Deep I go, as rings the chime.

Flexing fingers as I type here after long.Thanks you all for keeping coming.Thought to write this a while ago and dont really know if this is relevent now but cant just keep from telling 'bout this lady. I just wanted to lie down and sleep and I would really have missed being with her and listening to her if I had.You should already be asking who is so special.The social worker known to all as 'Dayabhai'. She actually broke all my concepts of a real bold person. Being with the tribal people all the time she now rather looks more tribal and uncultured than anyone and trust me her figure doesn't match anywhere near a dias unless you actually hear her voice. One that could stand in a church and hundreds of church people and say out loud how screwed this church system is and tell out to the people, through a mike, you don't follow church,you rather follow Christ for both are not even anything near on same side.Someone who is actually think out of the box and listen ...

A thirty minute stop on the way gave me enough time to sit by a small shop. I have been here before an year, when I last went home. Then, our bus broke down near here and this shop was all that was there around. The guy at the shop talked a lot. In ten minutes I felt like i had known him for long. He had told me about his little sister, how she would come running any minute then, and thus. Today, although I wasn't sure if he even remembered me after an year, I really wanted to go there, not just meet him and the little girl, but also for the lip-smacking sweets and pickles he kept. It's been quite a long time since I felt so happy traveling. And I am going home after almost an year. Even as I left my beloved hostel room, a part of me felt really happy. The road home seemed to pour in a bliss. The narrow road, that wound around hills, had rocky walls on one side and steeped down on the other. The road, at many places could barely fit a small bus. Going down this road, I fel...