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A Zen meditation at Aurora. Caffeine loaded cup feels my lips. A sip and dripping drops tingle my tongue. I dive into the black ocean of the ewer. Insipid mood flavours with filter coffee. Date with my man in the coffee bar. Dark brown couch, white coffee table and black coffee. Roasted beans colour me with coffee beverage. Espresso, Ristretto, Cappuccino or Flat White? Our eyes meet staring into the cup of coffee. Cupid coffee shots warm the cold cafe. Elixir drink on dreamy drives. Coffee fires my frenzy like fire flies. Coffee, the fuel to my parched chords. Like a rooster to my drained eyes. Adrenaline dose in my big mug of black coffee.

  Again, the pain, always the shame. Justice for_ _ _ name, month and year change. Candle light march and prayer to show the rage. Raucous laughter in the dungeon dark.   Again, the pain, always the shame. Shards of glass sliced her bones. Strangulated with her stained veil. Sliced tongue to silence her screams.   Again, the pain, always the shame. Her death bed purified with dust and pyre. Raven heir flaunting the dark stains. License and number plate, he sports to forcibly consummate.     Again, the pain, always the shame. Desiccating the history of Caste, Child -marriage and The Sati. Pen name: Date rape, Gang rape and liquidate. Burial of the crime with ripped and nipped frame.     Again, the pain, always the shame. Incorrigible brute will brunt the naïve brut. Re -title him dog!   No, no, no for HIS sake. Not a man nor a beast, disgrace only disgrace. Rape is the fourth most common crime against women in India. According ...

He is the book of seventy wrinkled pages. Ribboned crib unribboned to crisp and bright sheets. Malefic pendulum penned passionate pages. Inklings and winklings wrinkled the sheets.   Perceptible weaning, whining, weaving and waning. Perfecting baby bottle, feeder, wine goblet and pill bottles. Weathering diaper, jeans, formal suit and Johnny gown. Withstanding satchel, bindle, leather bag and patient kit.   Lured ludo, chastised chess and bullied bull fighters. Unchaperoned in the stir, still in the fuss. Sour safaris, sweet arrests and bitter affairs. Dressing the wardrobes with silks and scars.   A blank card in the pack of fifty- two. Ping pong ball or an unchained cycle. Crisis of identity in colorful cries and bleached blessings. Minutes and moments mulled to taste the lifeless life.   Muffled memories he whispered to his mausoleum. Cliché of entry and mundane of exit, he innovated. Sinewy Swiss accounts and sandalwoods, a token to his...

Stains and shrieks of ease in labor. “A son, an heir to breed my blood.” Claimed the stoic father of son. “My wilted womb bloomed.” Silent screams of mum.   At ten, he tried not to cry. Caged in cage free world. Strapped, stabbed and savaged in vocal cords.   At thirty, he flew with clipped wings. Invalid indivualism, echoless equality and drunk democracy. Tamed his flamed tongue and blunted his sight.   Half the centum, blistered run in the ultramarathon Leashed and locked in Laissez Faire Learned, unlearned and relearned, the atheist and theist.   Twenty minus centum, he bled in bed. Raucous laughter in malefic melodies. Viper visitors blamed his minaret.   Stains and shrieks of ease in labor. “A son, an heir to breed my blood.” Claimed the stoic father of son. “My wilted womb bloomed.” Silent screams of mum.

Grains of sand swooned in grey wind. Sisters swerved into two halves. As knife cuts through a bar of butter. Maps outdated; census underrated. A bloody Holi played in blood trains.   Summer and fall of 1947. Sisters then, now second cousins. Baptized as Pakistan and India. And how they named the violence. Coffins vomited into the soil.   My chest is hollow, my heart untouched Broken glass bangles cried like white conch. Malefic ether spilled the claret sanguine. Division of land, subtraction of sons and daughters. Multiplication of coffins and cemetery seats.   Carnage caravans on the wheels. Homeless strangers departed to eerie lands. Ash and rubble arrived at cousin’s dwelling. Two lacs to two million tramped into silent screams. A battle ground looks the loneliest when war ceases.   Dungeons in train cubicles, sinewed stray men. Disquieted men, quieted doting daughters and wives. Whispering winds and billowing clouds, petrichor to the rotting flesh. Flag stop at Doraha Canal. Crimso...

She was the dripping obelisks. Sitting in poise, poisoned in peacock throne. Sordid summers served on feathery folds. She was once Da Vinci’s smile in Louvre’s museum.   Putrid perks filled her envious ether. Scintillating scandals in silhouette sandals. Musk and men meandered to her moans. Candid candies she conspired in candle lit nights.   Her macabre hobbies left morbid stains. Withered in her sour shell. Euphoria melted into melancholy. Cartier cluster missed the Kohinoor in her crown.   Chaos in coal black night. Shadows of past haunted her heart. It was the last spring to bloom. Her soul left to unrest on the trodden track.  

  Day and Night desired to meet someday. Common cronies, the council members came to counsel: Gandhari to Dhritarashtra, were these close companions to Day. Cerulean sky , Salty sea, Tangerine clouds and Raging raindrops .   Tell me more about dreamy night, pleaded day.   Cerulean sky stated so: I am studded with diamonds winking at me. The big dipper hangs bright on me.   Tangerine clouds narrated its tiny tale: We play hide and seek under the moon. Sky is the silken spread to sit and stare.   Salty sea sparkled: My mood swings swing high and low. I am the tide switch turned on and off by moon.   Raging raindrops revealed: Ringing chimes and jazzy tones . I am the cuckoo bird to the dozing folks in the dark of night.   Day and Night desired to meet someday. Common cronies, the council members came to counsel: Gandhari to Dhritarashtra, were these close companions to Night. Cerulean ...

You call them punctuation marks. I call these stretchmarks!   My heart says yes, my mind says no. Oft my conflicts confessed to commas. You taught to live with odds and evens.   Rejections and reflections are my interjections. Sarcasm and chasm, I bargain with exclamations! You taught me to learn the unlearnt passions.   A vapored halo holds unsung heroes. Empty ether, I fill with quotes and colons. You taught me to illumine, illuminated eclipse.   Infamous favorites, Favoritism, Nepotism and Racialism. Apostrophe, dash and brackets highlight the waste. A silent silhouette colors the shadowed shapes.     Oh! Again, and again, falling down the rabbit hole. Ellipsis eases the fixes, shortcuts to flow. Errors committed and admitted.   Mr. & Mrs. Negative, The Critic or The Victim players People pleasers stopped with full stop. Period! Erase and kick off.   Why, What, When and infinite if’s...

  You call it dusty date! It’s my Grey shade.   Illuminated eclipse in the blue zone. Pregnant with rain, blue appears grey. Clouds of gloom, glow in dim lights. Seducing clouds, sea moans in silent screams.   Black, the Romeo and White, the Juliet. Break the borders to be one. They kiss to mix themselves. Oh! They are dim lights in grey.   She greyed out her black to welcome grey. She was spicy missis in salt and pepper. Gracious grey groomed her gay. Cliché colors, she shunned away.   You call it dusty date! It’s my Grey shade.  

    Brush and floss twice, nay thrice. Soft, hard bristled or bamboo brush. No to candies, chocolates and cupcakes Fillings, crowns, canals and tooth aches Senile sermons on oral hygiene.   Shower, twice a day; head wash, alternate day. Change your loofah, scrub and rub. Fragrance free soaps and non sulphate shampoos. Acnes, pimples, marks and scars. Admonish or advise on body hygiene!   Oh! You sneezed and forgot to sanitize Dungeon of do’s and don’ts dwell inside. He is ill, she is unwell in the hapless hell. Tumult treatment tampered untold times. Sick untreated in sick bay.   Ignorant us, lost in this maze. Well-minded or mended minds. Invisible wounds, wounded within. Scratches and crevices in the nude mind. Emotional hygiene hydrates hollow hub.   Open the first aid box of Emotional hygiene. Hear the bleeding-heart with tiny talks. Shun the toxic tales and sadist frames. Forget the messed lyrics,...

She wished to grieve. But where to go and grieve? Grieving of the grave past. It was hers, which was lost in the past.   Seduced, abused and now confused. She was the spring tide of the sea. She bulged out to her lost moon. She wished to rise but rested in restless doom.   She had the burns of cold flames. Conspired colors colored her name. Her transient steps stepped miles. She was the abandoned road in the barren land.   Lo! She reached the forlorn fork. She grieved and warmed the cold.  

  Whispers in my ears at dawn. This is my electronic leash. Mocks me at times, if I over sleep.   Like my feet, you drag me wherever I go. Chatterbox, close talker and loud mouth. First to freak the grumpy gossip.   You look sleek as a corvette in my hand. Quiz master, calculator and note pad. Dictionary, directory and my fitness tracker.   Travelogues you create to windows like a dinner date. Disconnecting connected connections in your trap. No service or low battery, your vice to entice.   Control buttons buttoned by you. Meetings melted to chit chats. Tweets tampered to typescripts.   I dance to your dancing ring tones. Overworked you go to peace. I sleep, awake and sleep with my mate.    

I lost my pair of glasses. I borrowed my heart to sit on my eyes. It sat on my eye lashes and lids.   My humble heart unblurred the blurry lies. Fears and fancies faded with new specs. Egos and eccentricities ended here.   Dogmatic dodges disappeared this day. Flimsy film of fake fellows faded. Faces like open books opened my heart.   Ah! I fixed my eyes. My heart was opening its petals. Incense inked on my stained self.   Waves of relief rippled down my spine. Bleeding red, it is aqua pond now. Pouring tear drops with half a heart.   Are you my heavy, light, young or Golden heart?    

  Can I be the paper boat? Asked the wrinkled woman. Ripples and babbles will ease the noise. Adam’s ale, my Adam in cruise.   Can I be the paper kite? Asked the midlife man. I will lift off like a roller-coaster. One more time I want to skip a beat.   Can I be the paper origami? Asked the merry maiden. I will be fluttering fragile wings of butterfly. Kissing rosy petals to paint my lips.   Can I be the paper plane? Asked the little coy. I will peck pretty pals. Hide and seek on cheeky cheeks.   Waning wishes in the wish list. Transient trance in intransient intrigues.   * Reflections on the verse*  In pursuit of fulfilling our dreams, we often run for the mirage ,which sadly is an unfulfilled desire.Our heart often speaks to our mind and their  unending conflicts make it an open-ended tale.

  His life came to a halt When his wife of twelve months Was in the ICU ward Covid-19, another patient on last legs   Silken eyelashes and bluish grey eyes Tiny tips and toes enameled in pink Holding the little bud to bloom His new love was the journey to moon   Motherhood, he embraced only for her Diapers, feeders and showers set foot in Late nights on Netflix bartered the midnight cries Baby powder and bubbles honeyed his haven   Was it the love with no strings attached? He fathered his tot with motherhood.

I am the player in the game. I fail to reach; I reach to fail.   I play with dicey dice Here I climb the ladder There I am dragged down   Sixes served twice thrills me Sixes served thrice kills me Boastful bets at 88 th place to ascend centum high.   Milliseconds, Oh! I descend so low. Bites bug and climbs console. Penalties prick and gains glee.   I am the player in the game. My race is run.  

My roots are rooted in this soil I was trapped in this coil Half a thousand years ago Watered and pruned for glow I was a sapling sow Sacred threads covered my low Twitter tweets tuned bough Chirpings and chirruping alow Nestling nests of sparrows and crows Spring season surprised me with rows Thundering and lightning brings lovers in my lap Hawkers, beggars and oldies, I welcome for nap I am the swing to swirly skirts Binge base to plain pants Straitened and abundant abandoned my abode Meek men with chainsaws I saw on the road Oww! This time I was the prey Ain’t duplicated betray? My roots are rooted in this soil I was trapped in this coil

  Not in the script or seat She is the picture on the wall   Blurred memories she locked And threw the key in the saline sea Bridle bride blushing in twenties Mother of three in thirties   A junky journey with jolts Rhythmic rhythms to evening lullabies Changing nappies, packing satchels and tiffin Helping hand in quizzes, tests and fun tasks   Foraged herself in forsaken fate She gave her promises the fire wings Her lifelines on first flight to la-la-land Boundless boundaries in wait   Not in the script or seat She is the picture on the wall