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Why cant I possess you- With all my love that I can offer you inturn? Why cant I love you- With all my heart and self? Why cant I tell you That I miss you and spend sleepless nights thinking about u? You never looked back after you said goodbye tonight Not even a peck on cheek; before you left me to be alone again to face the endless monotony of life, of worthlessness: where nothing really happens. Why do you do this? Don’t you realize that nobody can love you more than I do May be I am not pure and innocent anymore But does that really make a difference? May be not the role of a patient listener tonight But of a passionate lover. Gift me for the last time- the world of sacred mirages. Just let me live in the world of illusions That would anyways crumble and fall apart when you run out of patience- Slap me and wake me up or let me live in your arms just for just for a moment that will be my eternity… I promise you no more insanities, no more insecurities Just let me hold you. Look a...

“No justifications please” You say this and you ramble as you please? What murder? What guile? Trust me I know: You are not so fragile. Whats up with you? What had gone wrong? To my perfumed letter- You answer in a woeful song! The metaphor of Jesus, the rhymes on treachery, you call me traitorous Judas You assassinate; and on me are accusations of butchery! Wake up dear You are deluded Wake up lover You are derided Ever heard the tale of Othello?- Or moors last lines Post-being deserted? Stop tattooing me With you notions on my frailty We all are petty humans And as it must be We all carry traits of mortality: Sometimes I waver Sometimes I wander May be a couple of mistakes… Too high is the price I say If you plan to burn me on stakes… In the end my jealous lover I would beg you to holiday at ease And I too end with my little please: “No justifications please”

Rapid flashes of memories: memoirs of drunken stupor, deeds forgotten in bouts of imposed amnesia Seep in back into consciousness; With stark and piercing daylight. The night of yesterday is past; Half forgotten, half remembered Lost it is in dungeons of space and in the cruel current of time. But ahh the flashes… The flashes return to haunt me In the prosaic day of chaotic chores. With the flashes, in bits and pieces Yester night is revealed. The night was dark and noisy It is now I remember… And I was intoxicated by wine, by your sweet smell, by you or may be by just your being there. This is no excuse I know for The committed insanities or For the wild fever and fervor I was in…but it was you Who brewed the broth of passion And then stepped back to Slyly gaze, smile and smirk. A night past and now I wake up alone, neither you nor the stupor, neither the passion nor the feaver. My heart empty is as empty as My pale outstretched palm And my mind burdened with guilt And my eyes are fi...

Vampire’s Diary Day 2: How the soul died?-The unprecedented casualty: The green coloured public transportation bus was overcrowded on that humid evening in April. April had at last meted out its cruelty on me, it was indeed the cruellest month of the year. I did not know where I was heading to, my feet weren’t tired of the consistent, clumsy walking. Nothing seemed to register through my senses, the world seemed to have suddenly stopped existing for me. The noisy, polluted roads glimmering with lights, the neon signboards, high buildings, small children playing in the park and a thousand other things that would catch my attention everyday on my trip to college were erased out of my audio-visual range. All I could perceive was the smell of the dead. I had inculcated this smell into my memory from my kaku’s dead body. The pungent, raw, morbid smell of the dead seeping into the small corridor perfumed with the smoke of incense sticks, into the dimly lit room that was occupied by a bunch o...

4. The first response of 69: A beloved victim of the Vampire It was almost twilight when my auto reached the Narmada hostel. I was already a registered student of JNU (a dream which I had seen for three years) but I was yet to get a proper accommodation. I was already eaten up by curiosity when I first came to fill up and submit my form. JNU: a secluded place, subsidised living, best of academics and thought provoking politics. I was all game for all of this. My life was set, it had a direction, a prospect of establishment a final answer to all those back home around my parents who spat at my decision to study humanities 5 years back. I dumped my luggage in my senior’s room and was on my cycle. I had to know every nook and corner within a few days and cycle through all the roads. The cycle has been my constant companion. It has been the raw identity of my middle class background, it added to my boyish appearance, it was my pride (a pride which I reflect o...

3. The Vampire’s diary: Day 1 I was not born a Vampire like all the other of my kind, or better to say the one I am eventually going to turn into. My hazel eyes which are now getting drained of any human emotion that it had: are turning cold, lifeless. These are the same eyes that used to once sparkle with life, excitement and had dreams. Now I don’t dream anymore, I don’t sleep I retreat into my coffin every morning. I am dead and lifeless things do not dream. Somehow I am not able to come to terms with the fact that I can’t dream. I try to make dreams when I lie on the cushion that is cold and is without a bed sheet. I remember I gave my only bed sheet to the dhobi couple of days before I went home. I asked my room-mate to get it back from him because the dhobi isn’t there when I wake up. I think of people, places and things and arrange them in a way that I wanted them to be like. Sometimes I even kill myself, I commit suicide- the outlet that I would always be deprived of. No, I don...

Maya’s inconsistent mumblings: I was wondering, no not wondering, thinking, not thinking. I was contemplating- no…sounds too broody and heavy completely unlike me or my thought process. What a loser I am, after spending some time with him I ended up sounding like him! He is definitely infectious… Yep I got the right words- ‘I was getting into flashbacks, in fact a series of them and of course I was the central character in all of them. And if I try looking at myself into another time and past situations I feel I had deliberately fictionalised my existence. I have stories no facts no dates and all that happened with me has blurred and there is an air of vagueness about the past but now I know what actually happened and why I am like this. Like what?- don’t know, I too do not know, perhaps it is too knotty to explain in sentences or in words. You have to get inside my mind, my heart, have to go through all had passed upon with out a sigh and hush the most important thing of all –“Nobody ...