Monday, September 26, 2011


Sitting in the backseat of her old Chevy
The girl is staring at herself in the rear view mirror
Her face is perfectly symmetric
Her eyes almond shaped
Her eyeballs the blackest black
There is a look of untouched innocence in those eyes
She's is but a girl of thirteen years
She is relaxed, and yet, has never felt a sense of such unprecedented gaiety before
She's on her way to a traditional ceremony
Her driver is driving swift and oblivious to his sole passenger
She is garbed in a red salwar kurta
Admiring herself, she feels no less than a bride
The hair is a symphony of soft musical waves;
A black cascade of dancing curls
The forehead is the size of her little finger
The eyebrows are slightly angular
The nose is long and straight and broad altogether
She has issues with her nose on an everyday basis
But not today.
Today she felt and looked the epitome of beauty
The lips are neither too thin, nor too thick
The jaw is neither high like a movie star's
Neither is it indistinct
The chin has a subtle dimple
The face is roundish, oval too
A smile appears, a small and vain appreciative smile
She is loving this moment of guiltless indulgence
She is loving herself
The smile widens to show her perfectly aligned pearly teeth
She moves up her busy gaze to each and every line and feature of her face
Then she closes in on the eyes.
She looks and looks, till a point where she shuts out all else
The smile slowly fades away
All she sees are the dark pools of her eyes
She doesn't feel her own presence
Time passes on.
Then her driver says, "We have reached."
And she jumps out of her reverie
She is greatly astonished;
Her reflection isn't hers anymore
She can't relate to that distantly beautiful face
Dumbfounded, she scrambles for the door and walks out
She looks at her legs moving forward
Depending on them to take her to a place identifiable
One step after another she takes, feeling numb and lost
She looks at her feet, her shoes; the shoes she meticulously picked for the occasion
And somehow none of it feels part of her
"Are these mine?
Who am I?
My name is Kamna.
Kamna. Kamna. Kamna. Kamna. Kamna. Kamna. Kamna. Kamna
Really? What a strange name!
That doesn't sound like me.
That is not me.
It's just my name.
Who am I then?
Without belonging, without associating with any one of these things I call mine, who am I?
This is my embodiment. I am trapped inside for as long as life takes me.
And I am to be responsible for, and aware of this body to serve my mostly selfish life goals.
It's like a game.
You don't know anything really and yet you have to ignore these life long unanswerable questions or lose your sanity trying to make sense of things.
Unless you have faith in a God.
That simplifies everything.
I don't want simple. Not yet."
Deep in thought, she hesitates, then enters the hall
Her friends greet her, some call out her name
The name she didn't even truly believe was hers not a moment ago
Looking at her hands, she abandons her thoughts
She finds solace in this familiarity.
For now, that is.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011


Unexpectedly she spewed hot fresh blood in the middle of the feud
She was appalled at her vision that was astoundingly askewed
She danced in circles; her rapture of great magnitude
Away she fanned away, the crowd, they booed
Towards the rotting brain of the toads, the flies with great discipline queued
She was alarmingly exquisite, not anything like the brood
Her master was by this evidence, indeed very shrewd
No one in her mind resided, none dared to intrude
An unquenchable hunger lingered in her for something that could be food
Unrequited are her desires, she can't help but be in such a dramatic mood
She stops her nimble feet as she announces the interlude
Cowering low she looks incredibly fragile now, dude
Her eyes give away her pain, there's no one there to have her soothed
She then scowls and all in a mighty fright were shoo-ed
Bounds herself in a ball rocking self, looking one, so well glued
Then she passes into the void, poor little Jude
Whispers goodbye to the world, unclaimed and never wooed


Thursday, September 15, 2011

The Comic-al Boy

Look at that boy, sitting in the library
Attention consumed by a "Calvin & Hobbes" comic
For a full ten minutes we stalked him
While he sat innocent, oblivious on the stool
Not for a millisecond does he look up
So rapt is his adoration and attraction
He seems other-worldly
His every five seconds' smile
The sheer joy on his face
He looks the part; he's the epitome of what a reader should be
He's aged a decade plus five years passed
In those small smiles, and often big, un-suppressed expressions of pure emotion, lies his awe
Unbeatable, the subtle wholesomeness of his amusement
In his world, there exists nothing of this one
An undeniable fantasy world he lives in
It must break his heart so when Calvin's adventures end!

And... Another stupid poem!

Taurus the walrus has a wealthy corpus in the bank of fungus
He's in love with Cheryl the gorgeous
Up to her, he approaches saying "Hello Miss!"
But she won't respond, no blushes
For she's a haughty one, one of the showbiz
After a fortnight of his broken-heartedness
Cheryl walks into a park and falls into a ditch
Taurus rescues her and soon after they lived with happiness

Monday, September 05, 2011


Her eyelashes glittered in the rays of the sun
The eyes beneath danced with joy
She was the Chosen One.
To her, it was bestowed the power to fly alone.
For sixty-eight days she lived in the stratosphere
Ate a doughnut in the clouds she called her home
Not once she felt the desire to descend
Until now that is.
No longer did her cheeks flush with glee
Her eyes lay still and mouth numb
She longed for the life downstairs
Realization hit, it was always lonely at the top of the world.

Yellow Biksie

The wind is blowing the street light's glowing
The world is one, there's not another place you'd rather be from
Smile and sing to the trees and they'll forever prosper
Just like the elves do in Ellesmera
Text your "hello"'s to the Lebanese lesbians in Lisbon
Giggle out loud because your password rhymes with Zaphod Beeblebrox
Get yourself so startled that the words "Holey Haley!" just burst out of your mouth
Flirt with greasy Gracie and dream about her long legs
Encourage two-toothed Tilly; lead her on 'cause she's your only stalker!
And so what if this, while it started off as a poem, not any more sustains a decent tune!

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Alexis and Ellis sat on the porch of Alexis' Trenchtree outhouse. It had been three and a half months since the sisters met and it didn't seem like it for they shared a close enough bond that even time or distance wasn't a hindrance. There had been a torrential downpour for the past week on the Eastern part of the town of Uhbridge but here on the West it was dry like a basement.
They had unfulfilled dreams, dreams that made them restless and nostalgic. Restless because a part of them felt like they could have been living different lives from what they chose. And nostalgic because of all the thorough plans they made at that very porch billions of years ago. Or so it felt.
But they were not bitter. The siblings were content with what they were and what lives they created. The husbands they chose, the children they nurtured and the love they spread.
So the sisters sat, both eating freshly plucked peaches from the peach tree in the yard. Alexis wore a purple coloured bonnet with a gummy bear exactly in the middle. Ellis, the older one, tied her hair in a neat bun with long, pink, demure hairpins.
Ellis had a throaty laugh, full of sensuality. She was all woman, with here small yet curvy figure, and ever so soft features. Alexis on the other hand was the handsome one, with a tall and slender frame. Nevertheless she was very pretty and had Light blue eyes that never stopped twinkling.
Alexis and Ellis had a dream the previous night and were currently having an animated discussion about it. They both dreamt about the same thing, rather, the same person. Charlie.
They did have amazing experiences because of the life they shared with Charlie. But the time for fun always has to end somewhere and that's when life happens. And it did.
Charlie used to be their boss. And they were Charlie's Angels!!!

And who is Charlie, you ask?