The Pink Frock

“O my pretty pink frock,
I sha’n't be able to wear it!
Why is he dying just now?
I hardly can bear it!

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He Doesn’t Love Me

“How does it feel? Losing your head over a few words?” He asks simply, sipping his cup of tea, looking at the city lights from up above. I have nothing to say. He is right. I have lost my head. Over a couple of words. Yes. I am mad. Stark Crazy. But I do not want to defend myself.

He doesn’t look at me. I have never really interested him much. Or that’s what I believe. Or maybe that’s what he wants me to believe. Only he knows. I am a bit scared though.

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Cry for Me

I sit up to look at her. Lying like a child, newborn. Reborn. Naked in the white sheets. She looks beautiful like no other. And vulnerable like a lost child. I wonder how I got so lucky. I wonder when was the last time I felt so happy.

With the tip of my finger I just traced her spine. Lightly. So as to not disturb her. She sighed in her sleep and instinctively locked her index finger with mine. My heart swelled with uncontrollable love. And I felt a growing desire to have her again.

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Lack of Flight

So today one satelite launch went awry. It went up with aplomb but then somethings happened to its strap-on boosters and it came down in the flames, to be doused by the greenish-blue waters of the Bay of Bengal. In the past two days, this is the second time, that an Indian dream flight has refused to reach its destination.

This is very true of the country itself, of its people and of its history. We just refuse to fly-high as a nation. We test-fired Agni-III, which was supposed to clear out the Chinese cities like Beijing and Shanghai, instead it returned back after covering just one-third of the distance. Our Defence Minister said that it was only a minor mishap and we must learn from our mistakes and move on towards better things. Move on. Yes, move More

She Fell

She clings on to all the little things she has come to associate with life in all these years. There are tiny trinkets from the past. Some shards of broken dreams, and the uncertainties of a clueless future. She looks at the grin of the monster that seems to be waiting for her to make her next move.

She’s scared. She looks around. For her mother. The child within her cries to be held. She is afraid. She has been for a long time. But like always, there is no one to listen to her sobs. She looks at the clutter around her. It’s all the things she has ever had. All the things the world calls important.

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Why Love

Why
Was
I
In love with
you?
Are you not
still?
Yes I am
but now i know
why.

-Kunal Goel

Black Friday

Today is the day it all ends. A Black Friday. Where he moves to one of the million bright sunrises and you slither off to the countless shadowy sunsets that fall to your share…

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I travel as a phantom now

I travel as a phantom now,
For people do not wish to see
In flesh and blood so bare a bough
   As Nature makes of me.

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Marble Statue

Magnolia white,
When mental muscles rust from lack of use
The empty page, the canvas blank,
When life has paused, mind at rest
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No Poem

I knew the words
to this poem once.

I wrote them down.

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Death

Death should enter soon
quickly
effortlessley
plug
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The one serious conviction

The one serious conviction that a man should have is that nothing is to be taken too seriously.

-Nicholas Butler