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No matter we are in the Pandemic year, in a new normal life, yet we are always enthused when it comes to celebrations and jubilations. Social distancing and civic protocols are followed as per convenience. Despite WHO guidelines which go on air every now and then, the intensity of precautionary measures to be taken is casual as Covid- 19 has become synonym to the mundane. Though it is saddening to see people violating the valued counsel given by the health services, yet a reawakening in these grave times can help avoid the repetition of the Greatest Medical Holocaust of 1918 Pandemic. Number of cases and fatality rate is upsurging and many of our irresponsible fellows are getting ready for feasts and treats. Sorry to state but cattle imposition works best for humans. Man, in true sense is incorrigible. This Diwali let us keep our patience else nature is all set to test our patience. Can we, as a community STOP bursting fire crackers in 2020? Not only do these cause pollutions but...

I am Sorry, Sorry and again sorry. An uncrowned King in 2020. My commands crumbled men. Scarred streets shivered at my coming. I adorned containment zones in Red, Orange & Green.   I am Sorry, Sorry and again sorry. A lesson to teach, a thought to preach. I was hoodwinked playing soulful roles. Chastised fancies faded fleetingly. Children chided and men fouled their flaky tongues.   I am Sorry, Sorry and again sorry. I was the megalomaniac master. WHO, Abuse channels and media vexed my name in trice. Theatres, Parks and auditoriums longed for men. Hind legs and wings, the new heroes.   I am Sorry, Sorry and again sorry. Masks and gloves, framed in mounds. Weddings and funerals in condensed confinements. Do not touch; You are unwelcomed was the protocol. Venue graveyard; Menu wreaths was the view to rue.   I am Sorry, Sorry and again sorry. I arrived with sinister sings. Warned you of stained sins. Trembling ...

  Creased air eased with sieved air. All set 24x 7 with a vow to bow. Pressure cooker whistles with tangy tastes. Burnt brinjal smokes of asphyxiate. Chili pepper fumes, fume the kitchen walls. A clogged drain and sewer pipes suffocate the hall.   Flavors and vapors it slurps in. Not a minute to rest, every day on the test. Exhaust fan, the unexhausted fane. Greasy grins throttled its lungs. Slimy wings fan the savaged air. Caged wings whined to break. Exhaust fan exhausted at last.   Last sigh in strange rooms. Packed and thrashed in the dump bar. Bin liner hugged the wings and bars. No bid adieu or welcome note. Guillotine wait to enter the scrap jar. Seldom exhausted in the fatigued war. A few ordinary things underplay their roles  but if we observe closely, how very pivotal these are in our lives. Is it the inter -dependence or support system which we often forget and take things for granted ?    

  A trickle of ambrosia sipped in divine. An ooze of toxic savored in pain. This is the game of aeons. Scarred by wounds of time.     A pedestal with satin seat. Embossed throne with silken threads. Hush hush as he trudged on velvety carpet. A     star on Earth, Ah! My mentor, Our Guru.   Garlands of monies and gold laces. His feet soaked in milk and roses. Scented sandalwood sits on his forehead. Threaded in hues of sacred threads.   A pedant panorama of cursed cronies. Dilapidated drums echoed the rusted pipes. Parroting patterns: Long live the caring King. Thumping elated the elusive viewers.     Period….   A studded armor with silver sheath. Arms and ammunitions sprinkled under his feet. Showered with glories for the sacrilege. Sanguine drips on his forehead.   Unsettled sand shimmers fleshy feasts. Vows to bow, embolden the hero. Shivering voices: Long live the Chieftain. Bullets binge burning bright.   Cacophon...

  My pen pains to paint the verse. Ink bleeds on the blank sheet.   Daughters’ Day, Girl Child’s day, glittering global days. Pedant people with talk shows on Prime Channels. Ms. with rich roles of Celebrated officers or Prime Ministers? Crowning the cartier cluster with tales of glory.   The nib shivers shielding the gory icons. A dazed place with withered amber leaves. Unspoken pains veil in silent screams. Frigid bodies tampered in temperature high.   Monsoon stained eyes wane in sunshine. She is the rainbow to the bows and ties. Played as lover’s waltz in the rainy nights. Flirted with streaks of bumblebee till hazy sights.   A plastered plastic to playboy’s mood. She is the commodity with 4 R’s. Rethink, Reuse, Reduce and Recycle. Relatable tales travelled on roadsides.   A coy mistress to the gangland. Her golden cage was an inferno of split tongue. Satan’s dark abyss, her homeland. Dichotomy of gender guarded her once more....

  Spirits of dead in scarlet stained bed. Ten months old draped in red. Oh! The fragmented mirror with thirteen eyes. Cradle moaning the lullaby.   Closet sweating with putrid oud. Silhouette tuxedo stares on the spiral stairway. White pupils fixing the vintage camera.   Wayward tune she sings with her slit tongue.   Electric lamp ignites the extinguished shades. Episodic switch buttons play in shady spaces. Stiletto shoes slither on sleek legs. Holding swerved intestines; Ouch! A dripping dame.   Starved cat howls and wolf mews. Cutting charcoaled peanut butter sandwich. Red-hot claws slice the rag doll’s heart. Stale air in the gloom of blood moon.   Ceaseless ringing of mobile phone. Raging ring tone re-echo in the fractured walls. Barren womb knitting the wool. Buried body bundles in white shirt that never creased,   Smudged lines dance on maps. Limbs slither to the lost travel days. In h...

They can't ground me anymore. I am not the keys of a laptop. Control, alter and shift to the click. Bold, unbold or delete at your instruct. Nay! Not any more. I want to be  the keys of a piano. You connect and I will whisper Beethoven . You  control and I will be the cacophony . Yes,Love me more.

  Twining in life and death. Soul and flesh connect like transom. My flesh resting on the morose bed. A chorus repeats “Rest in Peace.”   Mind’s core unmindful of rest. Unchaperoned confinement with freedom from flesh. Psychopomps summon my soul to sanguine breeze. Flesh lustrated by sandalwood rituals and embossed nameplates.   Sole flights to reach the promised land. Soul fights to thud into the forbidden land. Poignant pendulum plays the muffled mocks. Cacophony of Karma talks melt my wings.   Oh! My stained soul in the Saturn’s rings. Dichotomy of deeds; sour and sweet. Rhapsodies of praise in saccharine tastes. Mounds of mistakes in bitter makes.   Waxed wings I whinge. Wigwag in far and near horizons. I clunk with a crash. I fly and land with mended wings.   Silken bodies   wrapped in silk worms. Shedding the memories off the body like a silkworm. Mortal mortgaged by the heirs in the name of...

  Shards of glass sweep the floor. My glass house moaned its crack. Fatigued feet fail to fill the crash.   Dew drops drip my dry palms. Chastised wind elopes in amber forests. Ah! The ambrosial of fading lilies and roses.   Whispering leaves kiss the weeds. Autumns magical twilight wigwags the silent sea. Spooling and unspooling the game of clouds and stars.   Wilted browns wait for lushy greens. Dim days daze the tawny fire ball. Patience, the burden, hefty to embrace.   Birds on flight for grains and nestling. A sea of orange leaves, meow framed for Halloween. Hibernate to be back after the break so short.   Pause and ponder to shaking rustles. Wings and feet whinge to renew. Replay, pause and restart...        

  Room for rent, car for rent Advertised on posters and columns in papers. New normal is the abnormal norm. Womb for rent , rented to barren wombs. Baby factory filled with fertile womb.   A service provider provides commodities called wombs. Free market for buy and sell. Commercial contract of nature, the abnormal normal. Splendid India, the favored location. Cheap labor labored to cease.   No rights, only plights, the unethical ethics. Fodder food fed to the heifer. Nine months to be the cow. Heavy belly in tow, unceasing wait of nines. Masquerade mum, Ah!   the pun.   Taut air welcomes the neonate. In a trice, newbie in novice lap. Withered womb set to rent-a-womb. Mind plagued to hoodwink wounded womb. Debits bartered the rented womb.      

  Gandhi Jayanti is celebrated on October 2 every year to mark the birth anniversary of Mahatma Gandhi, the father of nation who is fondly remembered as Bapu. It is observed across States and Union Territories in India, and is one of the officially declared national holidays.   Karamchand Gandhi was born on October 2, 1869, in Porbandar, Gujarat. This year will mark Bapu’s 151st birth anniversary.   As school going children, we would check the days on calendar to confirm if his birthday was falling on a week day. That one day of holiday would bring smiles on our faces. Had we known that we will ever have a Pandemic Year where everyday would become work from home, that holiday would seldom have brought joy. Monthly pocket money of a good sum of Rs.10 fascinated us on the first of every month. Diwali, Eid and tokens of love from Grand parents were showered with Rs.20 We met Gandhi ji on these precious notes. I would be awe struck thinking why this gentleman is...

Pink skin, glint eyes, tender tips and toes. Another Sheila entered this life. Linen sheet was her haven. High thread count sheet swooned soon.   Balls of fluff faulted the sheet. Pill, bleach and patches petrified. Choir chorused with muffled tongues. In chorus, they said,” No more! “   Sinful shadows sinned her sheet. Spooling and unspooling of her make. Choir chorused with muffled tongues. “Vows of chastity are in shards.”   Her frills and cleavage hoodwinked the blameless boys. Low caste, drama queen pinch-hit in anonymous rooms. Extrovert, harlot, sultry in slinky wear. Choir chorused with censuring tongues.   Muddled media, the puppet in the spot light. Slit in tongue, no ink in pen. Sages staged morals in immoral society. High thread count sheet fainted soon.   Y-Security and glory to money bags. Cash for life, a reward to dead life. Shun the inchoate icing of equality. Old wine in new bottle; Sati or Rape.       ...