And it keeps coming back to it This unfathomable darkness inside It keeps surfacing, time and again Nothing is right, we are all insane. Who can be happy ever? Not someone with a brain! Any reality thrown your way Take it but with a salt's grain Why can't we just freeze in a moment And…
Washing dresses, and cooking some meals. I should be all homely. but I wasn’t. Big deal! I was out somewhere Having the time of my life. Supposedly. but I wasn’t. Big deal! I and this guy started off as friends we remained friends. Until I was not. Big deal! Always there for me. He proposed,…
A story I wrote sometime ago…
The dead screen of my old Nokia phone sprang to life as my rather annoying ring tone pierced the silence of the empty auditorium. I ignored it.
Ba Dum TSS
Another beep. My 6-year-old niece had set this tone when she was visiting me with her Mama. I kept the tune because it reminded me of her and made me smile. I am a sentimental fool. I often wonder if my students have any idea how ordinary a person I am. They idolize me for my radical philosophies. Little do they know, I only play a part, since impressing them is my job. The other day, I heard one of the boys comparing me to Iron Man. I have no such delusions. At the most, I am Groot — the little one!
The phone stopped buzzing. Safe to handle, I thought. A few missed calls and two messages from the same number!…
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Tobacco, tomato, timber, and toothache.
Smoke it, hot, don’t burn, in pain.
Please don’t bother for my sake
Because I am pretty insane.
Human, you humane. Heartache!
Didn’t I tell you to refrain?
Nothing to offer, I have, I’m afraid,
Yet my blood, you continue to drain.
When the last few drops fade,
You come and feast on my brain.
My brain, my brain, my brain!
Is empty but frowns in disdain.
Chew your tobacco.
Clone a tomato.
Use the timber, build a canoe.
Sail and drown, deep in blue!
Heartaches, you may sustain
But curing toothaches? In vain!
A thousand wounds I bore, All different; similar gore. The pus and blood that oozed, Was the same of every noose. Each cut on my frail body, had a separate source. Yet, it had always been yours, the pain for which I stay woke. The noise from my cracking bones was your voice calling me…
#poetry #icklings #warnings #falsealarms
They had warned me about it.
So, I was not expecting much.
When I made the decision,
their warnings, I remembered.
“Love is overrated”, someone had said.
“It will be hard work”, another had warned.
“Enter without expectations”, a once-a-romantic friend advised.
and then the others joined.
It was same thing twice and thrice.
“Love is not fancy words,
butterflies in the stomach.
Two days pass
and everyone cries.”
Now that I am here with you,
I have finally realised.
“Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
Just how much they all were wrong.”
Lately, my comfort zone has become rather uncomfortable. It is like that guy whose car broke down in the middle of the road. He knows very well that it is only a manifestation of his own negligence. However, the strangers pushing his car—assisting him in restarting it, do not have the slightest clue. They are genuinely concerned, unaware of the fact that he does that on a regular basis.
For him, it is a comfort that there is not much chance of their meeting him again. Thus, he qould continue to recieve the sympathetic assistance. Even if they did meet, he can always pretend to not recall them. That would be pretty easy.
What if the helpers found each other some day?
The comfort zone is growing pretty uncomfortable.
Told you, didn’t I?
Perched on my favorite rocking chair in the wooden porch of my small house, I was swaying back and forth. A backward stroke of the chair, and dark shadows engulfed my charcoal skin. The magic of physical laws brought it back to its initial position and sparkling sunshine made my face glisten. Darkness after light……
Here is how our ‘Tell me a Story’ venture started!
Now as my ‘about section’ will tell you, I am crazy for stories. I read them, write them, adore them, inhale them, exhale them… you get the idea! For me life was going this way until kismet decided to do me a favor, which given my history doesn’t happen too often, and I met this awesome woman, Midu Hadi, who shared my passion for stories.
Long story short (see what I did there =P), we became friends. One thing led to another and now we are here to further our dreams that every story-enthusiast will share with us.
The aim is to tell a story! This is as simple and as complicated as that. However, there are no rules. It can be prose, poem, art work, or anything. As long as it tells a story, it floats our boats. This makes it that easy and that hard. Okay, I…
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“A woman of exceptional beauty in a room full of prospective grooms, interested not in even one of them only falls short in terms of suspicion to a handsome bachelor, with a large income and handsome disposition yet who was not pursued by a string of women”