Wednesday, 15 April 2020

"Lock down" my butt!


The ducks look so lonely
spotlighted rockstars
aglow under the abendrot sky
centre stage
but lonely...
The gloom is evident
they are performers after all!
Life without entertaining others
is just empty for them.
Even the view is not pretty!
Who in heaven's name would like to keep staring at their friend's butt all day long?!?
It's not like they can turn their heads or anything
Agreed the butts are kind of a part of their permanent view, but there is so much more to go with that normally!
For starters there are other butts,
you know, little butts clad in bright colors
most caked with dirt
Then there are the tiny arms and
smiling faces attached somewhere above those butts
The laughs and shouts
and the utter exhilaration
their audience feels because of them!
That's what makes their lives worthwhile
You, as an observer may think they are kinda stupid
You know going round and round, following each other's butts but not really going anywhere
But, they have a jolly good time
pandering to all the innocence and
even naughtiness surrounding them, riding them
It does get dizzy sometimes when the
the lil ones are high on sugar or high on just plain old life
Those are times when a quick rest is no more an option
Ohh but they would give their right arm (if they had one) for those days now!
Never before did it bother them
that they had wings but couldn't fly
But no small butts land on them anymore
no sweaty, sticky palms coat their wings,
no one's slapping their butts to get them moving
no laughter, no shrieks, no more dizzy spells
Oh how lucky are those humans
who can move all their limbs and look around
Getting to see so much more than each other's butts!


Monday, 13 April 2020

An Intoxicating Afternoon


Heat,
unbearable heats,
sizzles through him.
Parched as a desert
his thirst burns him raw.
As need smoulders through him,
he peels away the layers
and opens the divine gift before him.
As he sees the moist, fleshy
feast laid out for him,
he can hardly wait to pounce
and pounce he does!
Licking
Nibbling
Tasting
Juices
Sticky
Sweet
Tangy
dripping from his lips
coating his chin
as he slurps the luscious mix
from the cavernous space.
Decadent flavours
almost licentious
The more he bites,
the more he explores,
the more the sweetness pours out.
He can't have enough of it!
.
.
.

The Watermelon,
oranges and
grapes
finally quench his parched throat...
Tasting summer fruits
is truly an orgasmic experience!



Sunday, 12 April 2020

Foreplay




Who is the Queen?
Who is the King?
Pffft! We are all just Jokers...
- Gyaan


Me
Him
Shuffle
Deal
13, 13
Draw
Discard
Duel
Sledge
Swear
Laugh
Threaten
4, 3, 3, 3
1 loses, 1 wins
2 winners
Shuffle, Deal, Cuss, Repeat



Friday, 10 April 2020

Gandi Baat



Listen to this on-

https://www.dropbox.com/s/828ju5h642g59rq/Gandi%20Baat.wav?dl=0

I promise it would be more fun to listen to rather than just read :)

Gandi Baat

Overnight stardom,
stuff the movies are made of, ain't it?
One day you are a wishy-washy nobody,
a lacklustre, slimy being
others go to just for the minimal necessity,
totally run-of-the-mill non-dude
no one looks at twice.
As prosaic as this writing...
You wouldn't know me from a bar of soap!

And suddenly, comes a teeny tiny being, my very own guardian angel!
Scary as shit little dude, making everyone wet their pants.
No one flies high anymore, huh?!?
My angel is a great equalizer.
Like little mice it made you all
scurry away in your little holes.
Afraid to touch, afraid to even breathe
How the mighty fall!

Oh now you notice me do you?!?
No longer do you see me as lacklustre
but instead see the
little rainbows in my airy creations
I am your knight in shining armor,
Your protector
Your defender
You look at me with respect now
lovingly, caringly, even zealously rubbing me between your palms,
so much so that I get under your skins.
You rub and rub your hands as if they are two lovers meeting after decades
I am the lubricant and the protector
preventing the birth of little baby hands!

It is my love-hate relationship with water that makes me "the dude" (step aside Lebowski)
I guess, I need to explain to you numbnuts.
You see,
my head is like totally in love with water, but my tail hates the shit out of it
being in love with its rivals- oils and fats.
My water hating tail
shoves itself in the walls of these little guys which makes you all ill and shit.
I pry those guys apart
sending them to their brutal deaths.
Ahhh what sadistic pleasure!

But wait a minute you all knew that since ages....
Why the sudden infatuation?
What?!? What!!!!!
You saying, he is one of those little guys!!!
You making me killl my own guardian angel!
Isn't there always a catch with you guys?!
Bloody manipulative, selfish dude-haters
You are worse than rats, you're nothing but soap scum! (Oh you can't tell me to wash my mouth out with soap, can you!)
You make me reach glory,
make me a hero,
by making me kill my own champion!

So much for stardom!!
But hope you remember my sacrifice
I refuse to fade away
My heroism will always keep bubbling
Remember- mein hoon jahan, tandooroosti hain wahan!
And don't you dare wash your hands off "washing your hands"
This is one soap opera
whose TRPs should never drop
Yep, I am clever like that

Now come on, keep the phone away
Time to meet me
Let's get your needy needy palms all wet and slick and drenched
Clean, I mean clean!






Thursday, 9 April 2020

Black rain




One small snip of scissors....

A lil snip here
A lil snip there
Snip snip snip
the scissors went
Snip snip snip
Keratin tears
Black rain
against the white porcelain
Black rain
of fears,
of expectations
of judgements
of boundaries

One small snip of scissors....
a giant leap for the girl inside



Wednesday, 8 April 2020

दही भात





दही भात

उन्हाळ्याची सुट्टी

आज्जीची माया

दुपारची झोप

माठातले पाणी

मातीचा सुगंध

तिन्हीसांजेचा वारा

फुलांवरचा दव

गुलाबी आकाश

गवताचा स्पर्श

वाळवंटातली सावली

पाठीवर फिरवलेला हात

बाळाचे हसू

उष्णतेतला गारवा

थंडीतली ऊब

बालपण

माहेर

समाधान

सुख

तृप्ती

Sunday, 9 February 2020

Punctured Modak



So here I was minding my own shit, overeating on Sunday, blissful as a pig in mud. Our friends were in some other restaurant so we were called to drop a "hi" here and a "hello" there.

One of our friend's car had a puncture and as they were eating we (meaning the benevolent navra) volunteered to take care of it. I dragged my modak filled body along (yep I gorged on those devil dumplings luring people with their fair and lovely looks and sweet innards).

So we landed at the local puncture wallah's shop and he set to work on the khillas stabbing the poor old tyre. Much too late Mr. Navra realised we were short on cash and the puncture wallah declared as a matter of pride "woh paytm aur sab faltu mereko nahi chalta". So as I waited there, navra ran around three atms and all of them had no cash ( cos ache din).

Meanwhile, the puncture wallah had no other customer and maybe he read a "aao muje sunake jao" message on my forehead. He started off by saying "madam aap chalate ho Kya gadi?" I nodded no and that was a golden lettered invitation for him. Bhaisaab lectured me for almost 15 minutes on the lines of - darneka nahi, darega toh Zindagi mein kuch nahi hoga,  ek do baar thok dega toh Kya hua baccha chalte waqt bhi toh girta hai, khatra toh har cheez mein hai.....on and on this went. Now, I have heard several versions of this same lecture regards to driving as well as for other areas of my life. But this was the first time a random stranger sunaofied the shit out of me and I had no valid arguments quite obviously because he was right. I looked at all possible things; my shoes (need to be washed), the panwallah next to him (who was enjoying the scene thoroughly), the cars going by (taunting me), everywhere but his face.

When finally Mr. Navra graced us with his presence my "ashamed" and "embarrassed" exxpressions, (yes you guessed it right) had turned to "Jai Devi chandika" expressions. He looked clueless obviously. I shut myself in the car thinking finally I can breathe, when the puncture wallah apparently not yet finished with me popped his head through the window (I really wanted to roll it up with his head inside!). With his "Guru Gyaani" smile he went ahead and repeated the whole lesson to adi telling him how he should force me to learn. I have no clue why he cared so bloody much.

 As soon as we were off my inner "Chandika" took over to sunaofy navra for obviously no fault of his but that's how it works (it's one of the basic tenets of marriage). Apparently, not caring enough for his own damn life he started saying "maybe you should think about it again". My zehrilli glare stopped him at "about".

As we reached home, I gave a nice kick to kwid's tyre just because I had to kick something and navra was spared. So that's how my "modak stuffed" blissful mind was crushed along with the afternoon siesta I was so looking forward to.

As for driving, you dear ones who are reading this please comment on your own risk!!!