Regret

Ok yes, I do commit occasional crimes. And yes, they are not petty; occasional but not petty. I shouldn't have waited for the ink to dry up.

Cost

The problem is, I am incapacitated to match your artificial intelligence. I have been certified as dumb and demented. The scale of priority measurement clearly proves that my brain has knotted nervous tissues and hence is heavy in bits and pieces. And the treatment comes with a cost.

Red

She plugged her ears with the soft heads of her headphones. Of course the music was on.

What was actually playing? She tried to concentrate on the music that she was hearing. Somehow the music was faded...jumbled up. She really tried hard, but was rather reminded of the game of cards that she was involved in, minutes earlier. She had all the aces. She loved the colour red.

Somebody is waving at her. It seems he is saying something. She can't hear him; only see his gestures as if he is asking something. Nope, she can't figure it out. She is too busy listening to red.

One Love

What makes you think I have been lying dormant? Is a social networking site a testimony of my activeness?

I am sorry I did not mean to insult or hurt you. Actually...well, atually I love you.

Yes of course we all love each other don't we? Afterall we have branched out of the great humanitarian tree of violence!

Now that is sarcastic! A lady is expressing her genuine love for you and all you can think of is commencing a sattire. I am attracted to you in an erotic way.

So we can have sex right away. But you have already categorised it as love. Let us run through the dictionary please.



Pronunciation: \ˈləv\
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English, from Old English lufu; akin to Old High German luba love, Old English lēof dear, Latin lubēre, libēre to please
Date: before 12th century
1 a (1): strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties (2): attraction based on sexual desire : affection and tenderness felt by lovers (3): affection based on admiration, benevolence, or common interests b: an assurance of love 2: warm attachment, enthusiasm, or devotion 3 a: the object of attachment, devotion, or admiration b (1): a beloved person : darling —often used as a term of endearment (2)British —used as an informal term of address4 a: unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another: as (1): the fatherly concern of God for humankind (2): brotherly concern for others b: a person's adoration of God 5: a god or personification of love 6: an amorous episode : love affair 7: the sexual embrace : copulation 8: a score of zero (as in tennis)9capitalized Christian Science : god
— at love
: holding one's opponent scoreless in tennis
— in love
: inspired by affection



Hey! Have you, by any chance, mistaken me to be a tennis ball?

Viagra

A sudden rush of adrenalin and vignettes of growing up. Why did he grow up? But wasn't there an innate desire within him to grow up when he was still growing up? But that's natural to all. I mean, there is no psychiatric problem. The gradual transition from a kid to a boy and boy to a man to an old man is daunting him. He is more worried about the fact that he may have to use viagra.

No probably it is over simplification. He is worried that he'd die now. Does viagra signify that? Was it this that he was so worried about using it then? Is it all over? Suddenly there is not enough time.

Suicidal

Don't think twice. Load your gun and just shoot!

The cream inside your brain will not scatter itself to raise people's anxieties and expectations. Neither will it result in upsurge of conscience.

Your life is as futile as mine. Compromising with potential is also harakiri.

Seduction

The underpants were still wet. Yes, he swam in them. Oh and yes, sex too. A little clumsy one under water.
That was her dream to have sex under water. She learned swimming and diving for that for three months, so that she could make the moves smooth and erotic and concentrate less on remaining afloat. She had to learn breathing tactics. The trainer asked to avoid smooching under water.

Three months was good time. She had no strategy about who she would have sex with, but this season, she HAD to do it. Who knows, how long one lives.

He preferred the bed always, but the woman was volumptous. And she was removing her clothes. She was going to the river - under the waterfall. He was not aware of the fact that she was aware of his presence.

Spaces

Just because you learned how to type, you won't be typing whatever you feel like, however bizarre it may be. Why not? I have not used your gigabytes of space for that. Let me be in my space. Do you even realise your space? Your borderlessness may create umpteen confusion for you and for the rest of us. You better decide upon and mark a line with end points touching. We call it area. You can call it your space.

Blizzard

Blizzard.

The chill in the spine.

Blizzard.

Alaxander Pushkin.

Blizzard.

Uptight jaws, clasped hands, cojoined dentures, the still body.

Blizzard.

Ghosts of yesterday. Silent sounds of the stream. Symphony of the wind.

Blizzard.

One death, one marriage and a dream.

A Dead River

I crossed a dead river.
No it did not dry, it is simply dead.
The most grotesque murder that I have ever witnessed. But strangely nobody asked me to testify. I heard there were many more eyewitnesses. A few million to be precise.
They all heard her screams-all day and all night. She would wail when her skin would be peeled off her body. She'd plead for mercy. But the murderers were cold blooded. Their eyes were red in fury and lust.
Oh! Didn't I tell you? She was was brutally raped before being put to sleep. Yes, gang raped.
I don't exactly recall her name, and I don't know if any police record exists.
I overheard a name that kind of started with "Y"
Why?

EMBOSSED

It is painstakingly painful and overwhelmingly overbearing to bring clear clarity to your writings. You must be abominably obnoxious to adjectivise everything that comes your way. But then the temptation of opening the thesaurus is so vehement that all you have to do is right click and scroll to synonyms.

Is life just an overemphasis of what we think it is, or it is really what it is-an overemphasis?
We seem to believe that that additional adjective would ornate the actual content, while there are so many other reasons to believe the other way round. (...TO BE CONTD.)

Criticism of Criticism

"What are you writing?"
" A criticism."
"Of?"
"XXX by ZZZ."
"But that's a criticism in itself. I mean the title you are mentioning is a crticism of the first phase of writings by YYY."
"I know, but since ZZZ published her criticism, I am entitled to write a piece criticising it. Do not forget we are critics."
" So, who criticises yours? Have you planted anybody yet?"

At 16 degrees

She stared at shadows cast on the light by the lampshade. The wavy patterns on the walls were poetic. But she hardly knew how to describe them in poetry...sea of light...waves shimmering through shadows...dark waters...the wall as a liquid canvas...??? Phew! It was quite a task, considering the fact that she took almost twenty minutes to come up with these lines, the meanings of which, she knew not. She just thought they were 'poetic'.

She likes her workstation. The blast of the AC at 16 degrees, the blast of her stereo playing Katie Melua, fumes on her either side-either from her ashtray or from the cannabis incense stick. Intoxication is in the air it seems.

She is a teetotaller.

Incomplete sentences from incomplete articles in draft folder...

Smooth. Candy Talk Murder To choose the most p...

I am not there because I am physically not there. ...

I bought my art kit more than four times in five y...

Her face cracked up like dried

Temptation
How many times do we buy notebooks because the cov...

It is like standing on a barren land equidistant f...


S-E-X
Commericialisation

Global Warming

Yes, the world's heating up. There is too much movement and too much friction. Hence, the world is heating up. It may just errupt one day like the volcanic lava.

Movement of wheels and movement of feet. Movement of the brain, movement of the soul. If the movement happened in the same direction, there was a lesser possibility of conflict, or what I call friction. Unfortunately or fortunately(since I don't think being judgemental is very correct at this point in time), we all decide to move in various directions, all the time colliding, bumping on to each other. We talk, we converse, we argue. The kinetics have just scattered themselves. We have produced tremenedous amount of thermal energy.

We need rain.

Mind over Matter?

Nothing is better than travel. I mean do you want to do nothing than to travel? I definitely did not mean this. I meant there is nothing better than travelling...didn't I? Just look at the luxury of the mind. It can simply fly , crawl, swim, walk, run, jog, hop, skip to any place that it wants to. And the matter, as in, the body is such a futile object worth damnation. It is close to a vegetable. It just cannot translate the mind's freeness into reality! Hopeless! But doesn't it also show the incapability of the mind to market it's dreams better?

running on toes...

How far can you run with high heels? But then you are habituated to running and wearing heels. Never both at the same time though. High heels give you pain at the ankles if worn beyond a point. But don't you love inflicting pain upon yourself? So suicidal that you are!

Rat poison works no more.

Running turned out to be healthy! Hence had to combime running with the high heels. They definitely are a killer combination.

???

VEGETABLE.

That's what you become when you start 'thinking' about doing 'something'.

The thin line between "I love to write" and "I write" is so complacent. The unapprehended pitfalls of daydreaming, especially mistaking daydreams to be aspirations or more so what you think you 'ought to be'.

DOG.

That's what life is. Why should I call it a bitch?

SKETCH.

On the tabula rasa, the topography of your dreams. A few filmmakers tried the trick. Ummm...Louis Bunuel, Akira Kurosawa, Maya Deren. Oh! But, those were not aspirational dreams, but most of the times the ever acting subconscius.

CIGARETTES.

Take lives.

BOOKS.

Breathe.