Can I trust you;
The phrase overworks on a moonlit night.
I look at the moon and hurriedly scoff,
Though I was worriedly lumping the cough.
The Moon flushes,
How dare you laugh at me,
I live so bright and dive at heights,
'Are We Friends', she burst into laughter;
She, fair and flushed, vibrant and vivacious,
A descendant of the Jupiter,
And a novel militant of the worst kind.
My head, tizzy, dropped into the welcoming hands,
An eerie silence followed.
The winds down the standing mountain,
Brings the chill within its brace.
It also brings with its embrace,
Shards of memories making eyes strain.
The gloom it offers is insurmountable,
Wishing the love it reminds is detachable.
Today's front page headlines on 'The Hindu' read- " Woman held for calling BJP government 'fascist'. What a delectable sight it was, a rather surprisingly spring-full welcome to an otherwise torrid rainy day. Arrest of anti-Indians gives a certain peace of mind that otherwise only the 'Computer Sambrani' can give, which I do not use nowadays because of global warming.
With Valentine's day celebrations coming to a halt, curtailing screens on the most conspicuous romances of the year, comes as a huge relief for an intimidated population like me.
Was it all bad to be 'single'?No, being single is cool, awesome and glorifies my personality will be my prompt answer. So how cool I am being Single? Am so cool that I take painstaking efforts to grab the weekend shows tickets and land myself in the theatre with my best buddy next to me,tring! tring! friend walks out, leaving me all alone to watch the sloppy movie with noone to buy me a popcorn during the interval. I hurl my abuses at his girlfriend with zero viscosity and high fluidity. Stop! She happens to be my sister, isn't it? A relationship bequeathed upon me out of compulsion. I have twelve dozen friends and innumerable sisters from them. Popcorn apart ! Climax arrives, so does my friend, to borrow my bike key to pick the veritable devil, Sorry! My sister! How on earth will you reach back home whips my vacillating brain. Still I give him the key with a nod. Believe me, it was the first instance of me really wishing to take an ice bucket challenge.
One good day, which rarely occurs, my vivacious sister and her efficacious arguments TRUMPED me and successfully MODIfied my views on God. This enlightenment occurred after we watched a documentary on Nazi Germany together, it was indeed a bad move as a wrong turn of thoughts started developing in my mind after that. "SUUKI", yes, I should be. She shrugged, "Who cares, I told am happy". Though insulted I realized, LADEN with immense prosperity and goodness, it was really bad to PUTIN such scepticism regarding the presence of a supernatural entity. Then I embarked on a journey within myself to prepare a list of the deities I should download on my phone for thanking them every day. Still unclear on what specific reason should I thank since there were many reasons to thank. Should I thank them for showing no interest on delivering me on earth when they were playing Hide and Seek with Hitler and Atom Bomb, or should I deliberately eulogise the divinity for having made me a witness for this venerated 21st century; an era where the world's most powerful country has rid of crookedness in its entirety due to the arrival of a godly leader, saffron has hallowed the world's biggest democracy and an outspoken muted woman is renowned as the symbol of peace live amongst me. An honour bestowed upon me by God.
