I prefer to fail

I prefer to fail

to

write good stories

I prefer to keep quiet

to

count the words I speak

I prefer to made fun of

to

make things lighter

I prefer to go slow

to

enjoy the ride

I prefer to mumble

to

express my feeling……

I prefer to stop

to

start all over again…

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In someone’s dream….

last night I was in some one else’s dream…..I tip toed in his world and looked around the corners…in his cupboard…under the bed….his year book….his laundry….his sketch book..where every page had an eye scribbled on it….most of the eyes were shut….i kept flipping the pages of the sketch book in order to find a sketch where the eye was wide open……….

Possibility

I open my diary’s pages

and read all those pages of possibilities

I had made a list

a long list

of

journeys

of

crossroads

of

missed messages

of

‘inappropriate’ wishes

of

walks in the parks

of

loopy relations

of

what color to wear next day

of

holidays

of

my roots

of

those voices in my head

of

understatements

of

slaughtering myself

of

proving nothing

of

of

of

of

the possibility of filling the blank pages of my diary…………..

In the Middle…..

she stood still

in the middle of

the fork shaped crossing

like

a tree

which watched

the last few birds

which flew off its branches

she was left behind

by the vehicle

which had left its Tyre’s marks

all over one of the ways towards the right

she looked towards the left way

it looked dusty and barren

then a raven

flew past her

she followed the raven

and walked straight

straight to the woods………….

by the grave

of all the places in the city

i enjoy my walk to the graveyard

the concrete slabs

looks like a mirage of people

standing quietly for their next marching orders

i sit under the huge tree

which stands still

as it rejoices

the certainty of death

sometimes i go to her grave

and stare at her headstone

as if to confirm her certainty….

and then I mostly sit by her grave…

Two Loops

Two loops

in two

different corners

of a vast land

started looping

started spinning

started circling

Each on its own

embraced heat

retreats

storms

broke norms

collected souvenirs

along their

whirlwind tour

of the land.

One day

a tornado

shoved

them inside itself

and flew to a

new land

the loops

were dropped

in a new land

a magic wand

entangled both

the loops

together

now they spin

better……

Blue is the color of the pool

the main door was open

she hurriedly walks in

and rushes to her room

to feed Chubby

he is no where to be seen

her room looks cleaned

she knocks on the other room’s door

her mom was sleeping

downstairs grandma gave her lunch

then she has a hunch

she runs to the swimming pool

there was dead Chubby

and his blue green frog body

floating on the water

Chubby never followed her rules

then she notices

Blue is the color of the pool