A Price to Pay

Note: SPOILER ALERT for The Stranger, Slaughterhouse-Five, Rumplestiltskin and The Bell Jar You see a flawed system for so long you become comfortable with it. You accept the life you are given. You even stop pointing out what is wrong and unjust. You lose hope. You borrow Vonnegut’s philosophy of, ‘so it goes’ and respond…

The Masochist

The imbalance I feel Is my fate's seal. Holding my head high Before you, I kneel. On the scaffold of sheer honesty, A glance at you I will steal. Yet Our love will die naturally, No ceremony, no last meal. In the salt mine of misfortunes I twist and turn with zeal I stand a…

The Sun was Kind Today

The sun today, shone with delight, I could feel, if not see it smile. Fighting cold air, piercing each crevice, It basked in glory, happy to be of service. As it illuminated the world, comforting a shivering bird. Touching this maiden's cheek, Lighting up another's curls. I saw it reflecting off skyscrapers visiting the land…

Some Days are Just Dark

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…

Big Deal!

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,…

The Politically Correct Coward

A story I wrote sometime ago…

Icklings

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!…

View original post 871 more words

Toothaches > Heartaches

Psychotic rambling

Icklings

https://c1.staticflickr.com/3/2742/4117987529_b8664cdc88_b.jpg

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!

View original post

Warnings!

#poetry #icklings #warnings #falsealarms

Icklings

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.”

I obliged.

However,

Now that I am here with you,

I have finally realised.

“Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
Just how much they all were wrong.”

View original post

The Very Uncomfortable Comfort Zone

Icklings

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?

View original post