Bitch and Bumps.

Life's a bitch...Yup, that's true. Whenever your journey is going as smoothly as never before, when it seems so perfect as if it's unreal....then, beware...a speed breaker is round the corner. And it gives you a bump, a big nasty bump, so that your brain finds itself working again and your senses are drilled back into your head. Although this bump can do wonders to your head, but your heart is unfortunately, not in a pleasant place. The poor, stupid guy refuses to believe what has happened and wonders what upset its natural thump, thump, thump... Guess it will take time to recover. Anyways, one of the things you figure out is people aren't as caring as they appear...Bloody bitch. She knows how to make you realize that. You will sit alone in your bed and let your brain play games...Why did they do that? I was around when they needed me and so on... Mind you, if you let your logic center drift off, who knows you may have to shed a few tears... But that's okay too. It's part of the process. Then when your eyes finally say no more drainage, you get normal and you smile. You stand in front of the mirror and proudly say," Who the fuck needs them anyway?". Yeah, I feel guilty telling you but this feeling is temporary too. It will last an hour or so. Then slowly and steadily, the mind games begin (again). The thought that you pushed at the back of your head, comes creeping stealthily. It whispers gently, "Remember, what happened?". And then begins the cycle of plotting revenge. Highly unrealistic, fascinating, fantastic and wild ideas pop out of your head. I could do this to him, her or myself, then probably I would teach them a lesson. Then when you think over it, you shake your head and admonish yourself for being so childish. You suddenly turn into an adult and enter into a self-critical mode. Probably I was wrong and I shouldn't think so much. And there stands the delusional bitch....laughing away... So, suddenly you stand up, stare her in the eyes, give her a push and beat her at her own game. That's the point, I guess, when you turn things around and tame her into submission. Tomorrow's gonna be a better day and no matter how many bumps the bitch gives, I'll beat her and move ahead.

The Mortality Exchange

The blank stare of that wrinkled face,

criss-crossed with experience and age, was enough to make you feel

uncomfortable, to feel the horror of that face would make you wish

that you'd never ever met her.

The rain splattered the window, the little child peeked from inside.

His huge eyes poured droplets of anguish and pain. Why do they have to

fight? Why do they have to fight ?

She stood in the rain and stared.

Her head bowed, her eyes gazed into the past. A little girl, tender

hands. Terror, screams and gone.She wakes up, crinkly hands, a dribbly mouth, a tipsy her. The world revolves and away she goes.

He is wide awake. The screech of the owl. Her scream raises his hair.

He cries himself to sleep and the world dies away.

He walks to the huge, dark forest. Silence calls him. He stops and

stares into those eyes which beckoned him. She understands , yes, she

does. Save me! Save me! Save me!

He walks,she walks. A single whisk of her finger...no pain,no fear. He

is at peace, she is at peace .

She is alert, awake and aware. Young, strong, hairy hands and

well-built muscles. I am back, I am back.

He comes back. The dilapidated body and aching muscles. What happened,

what happened ?

She walks to his home. The several hours of observation paid off. She

is he. He is she. Another bang, another yell. Poor boy, she wonders.

Slap, sob and sigh. Very messy.

He wonders. He wanders. What to do, what to do? His misery, his

plight. Her luck, huge delight. Life continues to drift.

Let them fight. Let them fight for the very last time, she chuckles.

Her chuckle is a cause of concern. Sharp blade and blood. He falls,

she falls. The fight ends. She continues to laugh.

Meanwhile, he jumps. Jumps to the bottomless pit. No relief. Death

eludes him. Wait my child, wait. Wait for eternity, she chuckles.

Driving through delhi....

random stufff......

Days...
i open my eyes,
ready for a new day...a new start...
i don't think about what's gonna happen next
at all...
the time flys away without any notice,
sometimes bringing unexpected
joy,love,anger,sadness....
it makes me wonder
how would life be if
everything was pre-planned....
monotonous maybe?
even regular?
or is it fun to just let it go...
slip it out of your fist...
would it be
exciting?
or a tad too adventurous?
or would the fun element
wear out of this too after sometime?

CITY AT NIGHT....