tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004556649341666172024-03-13T19:53:13.776+05:30Writer's IntuitionThis blog is about stories and poems.... and how to write them! Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16480228051099248523noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700455664934166617.post-43329893868463301322018-04-04T20:44:00.001+05:302018-04-04T20:44:37.402+05:30~ migration.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dear Reader,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(If anyone has happened to chance upon this rather not-so-very-secret diary of mine) it is my simultaneous pleasure and occasional regret to inform you that I have shifted my blog to WordPress. WordPress has an excellent interface, and all my friends have blogs there too (seldom does a person who writes manage not to fall prey to the ever-strengthening bonds of - well - online - er - platforms - I don't think that came out quite so well, but, moving on), and so I must bid adieu to Blogger. Blogger has given me many things, including the confidence to move to WordPress (I'm so sorry). It has remained a faithful companion for the last seven years that I have been writing (at least a little bit) seriously. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Farewell, Blogger. Hola, WordPress! Reader, if you are interested in furthering your association (really, now, that makes me sound a bit like a pompous prat) with my writings, please come and take a look:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">https://theimposterslament.wordpress.com.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Cheers!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yours always,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Vruta.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868088435231018205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700455664934166617.post-76170152555800708532018-01-22T23:45:00.000+05:302018-01-22T23:45:33.623+05:30~ shutdown.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lights in my brain</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Won't stop flickering</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Voices in my head</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Won't stop bickering</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My blanket smells of </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Bedbug spray</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"It'll go away," that's </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What they say,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It never goes away.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I cannot escape all my fears</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And all my loves just end in tears,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And nightmares from when I was young</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They haven't gone away.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My stomach is too acidic</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sometimes my tongue is acerbic,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've hurt too many, said too much,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Too many parts to play</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nothing has gone away.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Why is my mind out of control?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Why can't it do just what it's old?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The sun is green, the nights not gold,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Winter warm, and summers cold,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Perhaps this is the price I'll pay</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That never goes away.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">~ V. S. Gupte, January 2018.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868088435231018205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700455664934166617.post-8905873586532485042017-12-25T00:14:00.004+05:302017-12-25T17:06:22.721+05:30~ aciretosE.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">As the New Year approaches,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I am optimistic.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I tell myself </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">That (the things) I have hidden far too much</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">For far too long</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Deep within metaphors and wordplay</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">In both poetry and prose</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>(it is time for me to change. the first of january shall mark a new beginning. i shall mark it on my calendar. i shall mark it on all my calendars. 12am, january 1. 12:01am, january 1. 12:02am, january 1. i shall mark it on all my calendars. december 25th and december 31st)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">(Are) just excuses</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Small ones, bundled together</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">With strings of half-truths </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The water of guilt and fraudulence</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Keeps them alive</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">(only for me to discard them later, usually. the problem is - i now have no bin i can throw them in. instead of letting them rot, why not use them? my supply is endless, as is the number of arrows in my quiver - apologies; it is not mine, i have merely borrowed it; should i pass it on to someone more deserving? no; that is entirely within my jurisdiction. use excuses if not i, who will? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">.too backwards think to us for sense makes it - days these backwards is everything since</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">.excusation the, correctly more, or; justification the comes then, action the comes first)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">As am I;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I will be optimistic -</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">(As was my optimistic optometrist, but never mind that)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Let me wrap these bouquets </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">In newspapers</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Upon which have been written all my inactions,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Reactions, redactions, conniving fractions</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">That work so hard to misrepresent,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">That work even harder to force the reader to</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Misinterpret</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">And news is not normally about interpretation.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">(is mind my tangled quite a but mess nobody knows; hope people i do now; be quite it'll liberating</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">the of walls rattle words my brain; earlier of it out weren't getting they; are but they now!)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I must confess</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I have not been entirely honest</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">No matter how hard I try </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">To get rid of my mask,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">It had always remained -</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Maybe that will change.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Perhaps this will be my Christmas gift.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">That would be nice.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">If this will be my Christmas gift</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Who is my Secret Santa?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Maybe it's me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">~ Vruta.</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">"Merry Christmas, and remember nothing is impossible - especially not good things."</span></i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868088435231018205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700455664934166617.post-49964293476004791192017-11-03T11:02:00.000+05:302017-11-03T11:02:20.697+05:30~ imposter.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alone on the roads</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Silent night</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All the streetlights</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Flickering, all the crickets chirping</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Unsteady steps -</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nobody notices</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Maybe I'm</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Invisible? Or perhaps</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nobody cares enough</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To tell me I'm walking very-fast-the-wrong-way</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If-I-walk-fast-enough-maybe-I'll-reach-somewhere</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Even if it is only</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Back where I came from, again.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Belief is</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A dangerous thing</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Belief is</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Making yourself think</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The waterfall is going up</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When you're the one</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Falling down.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To think!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I could've made it -</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To think -</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If only I hadn't faltered -</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To think:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If only I would've stopped and looked around!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I could have gone where everyone else is going</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Would've reached up to the tallest Ferris wheels</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Instead of back down in the dumps;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Maybe I should just remember</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ferris wheels...don't stay up</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Forever</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But will the time in between</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Be enough for me to reach</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Before the last ticket for my ride is sold?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What if I</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Am willing to pay a higher price?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Will they listen? What if I</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Pack my bags and go somewhere</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nobody has gone before</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Then I won't feel like an</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Imposter anymore.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">~ Vruta, November 2017.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868088435231018205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700455664934166617.post-39476113901898514032017-10-28T20:18:00.002+05:302017-10-28T20:18:47.107+05:30~ hopeless.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Everyone around me </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Has some hand in their own glory<br />Some build bridges<br />Some watch them wash away<br />Most are burnt down<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br />By those who think they have no use for them<br />I collect<br />Their eroded bricks<br />And pelted stones<br />Use them to build my house by the sea<br />But the waves lashing out on the shore<br />Lost me my house<br />My pride and honour<br />All the sandcastles we made<br />When I was a child,<br />Still filled with wonder;<br />I would look at the stars and<br />Question the cold, unforgiving wind -<br />"Why do you make my eyes water?"<br />Except, back then,<br />The white diamonds amidst<br />The searing, complete blackness<br />Would fill me with hope;<br />Everybody around me<br />Knows what they want to do<br />And I sit here<br />On my lonely chair on the sand,<br />Watching my bridges crumble<br />Alone, wondering -<br />When will my time come?</span></span></div>
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Then a hand taps my shoulder,<br />"Who is it?" I ask,<br />I do not look up; there is no need to,<br />I recognize the touch<br />Warm, careful.</div>
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"I know what you're thinking."<br />"Really? What?"<br />"That you won't be able to make anything of your life."<br />"Right you are."<br />"It doesn't have to be this way."<br />"I don't know how to fix anything,<br />I have lost myself,<br />I do not know where to go,<br />Who to meet,<br />How to talk,<br />Silence is my only solace - "<br />"We both know that's not true."<br />"It is, now, for me."</div>
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Then suddenly a hand takes mine,<br />Flips a switch on the other side of the universe<br />And shows me the future<br />I live in an apartment<br />I have friends over, today<br />And we laugh and relive the old days<br />When we were freer<br />There are trees lining the road<br />And the sun lights up the dust and smoke between them.<br />I realize<br />All is not lost.</div>
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~ Vruta, October 2017.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868088435231018205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700455664934166617.post-79655941215785824102017-10-21T01:26:00.001+05:302017-10-21T01:26:59.818+05:30~ the last question.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">will i find myself </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">at your doorstep again?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">will i drag myself</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">always almost falling asleep</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">smell the daffodils growing</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">in spurts and silly shrubs</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">next to your sunny sidewalk</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">no honeybees here - </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">just the way i've liked it</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and just the way you have, too?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">will i slow time</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">to spend a few more moments with you?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i should, and i must;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">will we hum our favourite songs</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">turn the dial up on the radio</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">listen to the crackling sounds?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">now, will we</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">laugh perhaps rather derisively</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">because both of us know</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">all this will never happen - </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">let us retreat to our caves</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">spill ink and stain our fingers</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">writing late into the dark </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and dreary night,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">separated by distance;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">united by our words.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">~ vruta gupte, october 2017.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868088435231018205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700455664934166617.post-25658097312640554262017-10-07T22:36:00.000+05:302017-10-07T22:42:52.652+05:30~ today is poetry day.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">today is poetry day</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">the day when you notice</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">the warm shafts of sunlight</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">cutting through the gaps between</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">autumn's leaves</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">as they spiral slowly towards the grass</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">carried by the wind</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">and sometimes the dust</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">we so abhor</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">settles on them</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">and makes them sparkle</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">the weather in this town</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">almost never follows</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">the charts they talk verily about</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">and so when it rains</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">the golden-red-orange bits of trees</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">are plastered to the asphalt</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">sometimes bicycles flatten them out</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">and turn them brown</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">muddy water from the gutters</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">swirls around their last lost freshness</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">soon they will be gone</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">and the winter shall come</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">the whole lot of us will be left wondering</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">why every day couldn't be poetry day.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">but this thought will be forgotten</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">the merciless cold will force</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">the strongest of us into our rather weak strongholds</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">all branches will be bare</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">photographs will celebrate</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">white roads peppered with black branches</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">rising from their roots like phoenixes</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">hot chocolate with marshmallows</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">and syrup will be sold on the sidewalks</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">until the blizzards and hurricanes</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">reduce all our homes</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">to broken sticks and broken bricks</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">and cement that doesn't cement anything anymore</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">ravaged to the ground</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">after a long while</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">of suffering and anguish</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">and much grief and angst</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">stepping carefully around the power lines</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">so you aren't shocked to your core</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">all the snowmen will melt</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">their carrot noses will rot into oblivion</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">(or into fertilizer)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">the tar will crunch underneath your sneakers</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">every sunday the ice cream truck</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">shall jingle its bells from off your street</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">but by the time you reach</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">all the vanilla's finished</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">so you trot along the line the aligned doors make,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">your red-and-white sweater bunched up</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">in a bouquet of sadness</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">and stay home</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">and never come back out again</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">until one day</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">a friend taps on your window</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">with a bag of crackers</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">and a pack of cheese slices</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">from the supermarket, saying,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"step lively, it's summer!"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">so you do</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">and you forget you were ever unhappy</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">and the sadness melts away just like the snowman</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">out in the back of your yard.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">~ vruta gupte.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868088435231018205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700455664934166617.post-77628400298687954592017-10-03T11:40:00.000+05:302017-10-03T11:42:01.938+05:30~ i live inside my head too much.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i live inside my head too much--</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">it's almost like a game;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">my friend said if i want to live</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">that i must learn to tame</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i live inside my head too much--</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">today i did go shopping</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">think i had too much to drink;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">saw a rabbit humming Chopin</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i live inside my head too much--</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">the rabbit took out his gun</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">he had a sly grin upon his face</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and madness second to none;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">slung the gun o'er his shoulder</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and, somewhat shakily, took aim</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">pointed it at me, i said, 'oh, here come</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">my fifteen seconds of fame,'</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>here it is i shall die</i>, i thought,</span><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">it'll be in tomorrow's paper,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a splat of red, and i'll be dead,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and the rabbit--he's mad--shall caper.</span></i><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a flash! and a bang! gunpowder</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">decorating the dusty air,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">flecks of gray amidst flecks of golden</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">the rabbit's crime now lay bare</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">no help arrived (t'was a deserted town,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">now, save for the rabbit and me)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">the mad eyes squinted into my own,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">while i prayed to the powers that be</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">alas! my time had come too soon,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">said the poet inside me, quivering,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">one last penny i could have made</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">could have sold this one for a shilling--</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i don't live inside my head, anymore.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">~ vruta gupte.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868088435231018205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700455664934166617.post-11960050281708821672017-09-01T00:59:00.000+05:302017-09-01T00:59:01.894+05:30Enigma.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A dance between minds</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A meeting of the senses</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In the foreign dark streets of the previously inhabited</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That have since been deserted for want of</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Better lives</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A dash of black illuminating the recesses of the cold, damp city</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Or perhaps by the side of a stream</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Somewhere deep in the forest</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Far away from either of our homes</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Or a quiet library where no one dares to disturb</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And piles of books lie undisturbed for weeks</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Perhaps it is there that we find salvation</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For the world will soon tire of us,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We are but one of its many puzzles</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And so we must flee</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To someplace no one will find us</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hidden forever</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Until the dawn comes and we wake in our own beds.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">~ Vruta Gupte, 2017.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868088435231018205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700455664934166617.post-20145045161536405932017-08-18T10:02:00.001+05:302017-08-18T10:03:06.362+05:30Inspiration.<p dir="ltr">Days pass by<br>
My pen has dried up<br>
My papers are crumpled<br>
My mind is caged<br>
Words no longer flow freely<br>
My thoughts battle with themselves<br>
In the dark abyss of self doubt<br>
The perfume no longer smells of fresh roses<br>
And new beginnings<br>
My step is no longer sprightly <br>
My glasses are cracked and bent and broken<br>
In dreams I find no salvation<br>
In sleep no rejuvenation<br>
In wakefulness no direction<br>
A candle burning from both ends<br>
Can light up only for a few moments<br>
Until it dies, its glory short lived and transitory<br>
The candle burns my papers<br>
My house, my world, and my mind<br>
A shadow of the person I could have been<br>
In the end, a great light will be cast upon me<br>
My worth shall be judged<br>
I hope then that the ashes of my papers<br>
The ink of my pen<br>
Will have endured the incessant callings<br>
Of mortality and temporariness<br>
So that I shall be redeemed<br>
So that I can spend the rest of my days<br>
As a slave to ink and the stories it holds.</p>
<p dir="ltr">~ Vruta Gupte.</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16480228051099248523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700455664934166617.post-5479847317058552122017-07-12T16:42:00.000+05:302017-07-12T16:42:09.092+05:30~ rain.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The rain</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Has forced me to contemplate </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Upon myself, my deeds, and my shortcomings.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My inherent hesitation</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Whose roots I do not remember</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Premature apprehensive misgivings</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Flow like rivulets outside</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My mind -</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A prison with layers and layers </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Of locks and latches</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">On doors made out of dishcloth</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The rain</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Does not touch me;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I am insulated</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Inside my oddly shaped bubble of metal contraptions, trapping myself,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sealing myself from</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The inevitable truth</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That one day I will have to breathe </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Water into my lungs;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That day I will be free, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But is freedom worth the price of drowning?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I wonder -</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868088435231018205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700455664934166617.post-4870057695505782092017-06-25T21:02:00.000+05:302017-07-01T22:14:52.512+05:30at a loss for words, part one.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Why don't you write when you're happy?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i>I can't, really.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Have you tried?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i>'Course I have, but pretty soon it gets frustrating, then I'm not happy anymore.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Why?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i>When I am happy I find I have nothing to write about, or speak of. The moment I feel as if everything is alright, I cease being a storyteller.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i>My sadness is my elixir, in that sense. It is necessary for me to be sad so that I can write about it and twist and stitch it into poetry or slightly luxurious narratives. The last time my heart was broken, I wrote a hundred poems: that was three years ago. Maybe even more. Enough to publish a book, one day. They lie inside my wooden chest of drawers with golden - not gold - handles. The handles themselves have an exceedingly exquisite appearance; they look a bit like peacocks, though not exactly. It is quite puzzling. Why would you make something look a little like a peacock when you can make it look exactly like a peacock? Peacocks are quite pretty. Then again, perhaps the maker of that chest of drawers didn't think that. Or maybe he wanted to save money. Or maybe he forgot he was supposed to make peacocks and not abominations in the name of aesthetics. I don't know. I don't know anything.</i></span><i style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"> </i><br />
<i style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></i>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">You never published the book, did you?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i>No. I didn't want to see her on my bookshelf every morning. My bed faces the bookshelf. Some might argue that arrangement releases some sort of negative energy into my home, but really, I can't see how it could get any worse. A writer would probably do well not to pay attention to any superstitions. Of course, perhaps the greatest superstition any writer of (dis)repute has fallen prey to would be that if they write every day, sooner or later they will be paid for it.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">You don't sell any of your writings?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i>I show some of them to a friend. Our meetings are every Saturday at six o' clock in the evening, under a tree where there are no crows, so we are not disturbed. We sit in silence and read each other's writings. Sometimes the silence becomes deafening, though. It rings in my ears, at which point I am forced to bid my dear friend adieu, and retreat to my not-so-safe haven, a cocoon of bricks and wood and cement and artificial light and sunlight and rain and quite a bit of sadness. I write to give my melancholiness a form, a figure. Traumatizing words inside your head are a little better than traumatizing half-formed pictures inside your head. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">What is your name?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i>I'd rather not say. Let us, for the time being, call me The Lamenter, as lamentation is what I have the most time for, being alone and quite set in my ways - unless, of course, someone else came along - which I would not advise in my present state, frankly. Speaking of lamentation, I regret greatly that one time my phone was ringing and I didn't take the call. But to be fair, my phone rings very loudly - if not in real life, then at least inside my head - and it scares me. That was the last time she would have spoken to me. Instead, the last time I spoke to her, I cursed her for not being able to understand me, I cursed myself for not understanding who I was. I slammed all my doors and shut myself in my room and I wrote, and wrote, and didn't properly stop writing until three months later. Time snatched her away from me.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Where is she now?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i>Up there, where all the angels go. She </i>was <i>an angel. Not a very brilliant one, mind you, but if there were a test, she would ace it. She used to be mine. Of course, she did very much belong to herself, too. She used to paint the skies. She invited me to watch, once. I never went. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i>Look up, do you see the sunset? </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">It's orange, pink, and purple. And a bit of green, there, in the corner. The sky looks like a mattress of cotton.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i>Hell, you could be a writer, too, someday. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">I am one. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">~</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">i used to be a dreamer</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">a doer, thinker, wanter</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">sometimes if i was having a good day</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">maybe even desirer</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">however, like everyone else, there will come a day in my life when i will be forced to</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">choose</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">between a few things</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">six-year-old me was fascinated by space</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">and the universe</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">and probably a little scared at the sci-fi storyteller's promise that at night the aliens would abduct me </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">of course, the storyteller and i </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">were usually the same person</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">i would choose to read scary books</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">and watch scary scenes </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">from scary movies</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">i remember watching one where a bearded man killed an old, gray-haired woman with a knife</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">while her grandchild waited outside</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">i also remember running up the stairs and shutting my door and reading some book</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">for peace of mind</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">right now, peace of mind is quite elusive</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">perhaps this is the course of things, and i should not complain</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">perhaps this was what had been fated</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">i no longer find myself surrounded by true fiction</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">the fantastical lands authors speak of that were supposed to give me hope</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">end up wounding me instead</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">because i am stuck and i cannot live there</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">because i am stuck and i cannot live here.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">where do i go?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">the paths i do not take will lie as burdens upon my shoulders</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">the stars will laugh and will scorn me as i trudge along the lonely roads</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">that are not quite laid with perfection, years ago,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">i chose one path</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">t'was one of the easier ones</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">one where i chose not to fight for what i did believe in - at least not as much as the others did.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">one where i was - as is the common phrase - a law-abiding citizen.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">but these were different laws, more fluid, and dynamic.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">no permanent harm would come to me if i chose to break them</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">of course, as you may have guessed, i never broke them anyway</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">i figured the price i would have to pay for </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">not breaking the mold</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">would be a very small one indeed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">turns out all of us want to break molds, and cast new ones in their place.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">and if we become famous, by some insidious circumstance,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">they will make molds shaped like us.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">and they will force their children, and grandchildren, and great grandchildren, and great-great-grandchildren,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">and not-so-great-grandchildren (these they will outline to the entire world)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">to break and bend and crush and somehow fit themselves inside</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">the two-dimensional box i am sure i will turn out to be;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">if the boxes of all the people in the entire world were to be placed</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">side by side, mine would be quite plain:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">either everyone would stop by, or no-one would - </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">a tragedy of life.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">a few boxes will be funky, halos stuck onto them with Superglue</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">flowers sprayed with perfume ("what flowers are these?" "why do you care, they all smell the same anyway,") thumb-tacked into the cardboard</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">gift-wrapped with sticky wallpapers of nebulae and solar coronae that aren't really as colourful as they seem but the kids don't know that, do they? oozing fakeness; the kids don't know that, either.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">neither do the grown-ups. maybe they wished for boxes just like these when they were younger.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">maybe they never thought about creating their own boxes. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"when i was small, i was a plain box. nobody liked me. i can't seem to find any plain boxes here;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">they're all special. so, you must be special too."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"but why?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"if you're not special, they won't look at your box, dear."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"so what?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">'How To Make Your Box Special' would be the most watched show on television</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">school activities would be centred on how to build a great (great!) box.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"first cut the cardboard. make sure you switch the laser off later, so you don't hurt yourself."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"give us money, we'll make your box shine! we'll sprinkle glitter all around yours...and everyone else's, but you won't know until we're done!"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">- i chose one path.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">it is dry, uneventful, and uninspiring. storm-clouds do gather, but no rain falls. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">once in a while, i do get a drizzle, though.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">drizzles are on the good days.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">on the bad days, even the moonlight burns me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">but on the worst days, there is no moon, only darkness</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">all-consuming, suffocating, no stars and comets are seen.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">tonight i can see the moon, though. is this some sort of omen?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">at daybreak i will set out on the new path</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">to see what i can salvage; is changing sides even possible, this late into </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">the battle against my own self? but it will do me no good to think about these questions;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">i shall sleep.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">sleep.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">sleep...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">wake up! a new dawn has come. the sun looks more orange, today - more forgiving, perhaps.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">i trudge along - </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">this road branches into two - on one there is sunlight strong enough to melt my skin</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">on another, it is raining, and the sun is hidden behind the white and gray clouds. i pick the second one. strangely refreshing, although i am still alone.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">wildflowers grow here, and the grass is tall enough for me to hide in it,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">not that i want to.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">i am probably done hiding behind things i tell myself i cannot change.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">the rain will erode my walls</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">the rain will reduce all our boxes to wet cardboard </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">the rain will set me free.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">~ vruta gupte, may 2017.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16480228051099248523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700455664934166617.post-12487262628873714742017-04-24T00:31:00.001+05:302017-04-24T01:15:07.982+05:30~ the distance between stars.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Let me walk to someplace quiet</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Where there are no streetlights,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">No lamps to obstruct my shifting gaze</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">My meandering meditations</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I do not know much of constellations</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">It is only the inky blackness</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Between the flaming orbs of the night</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">That matters;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Because yesterday I thought</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">That darkness is much like</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The distance between us -</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">One star is brighter than the other,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Yesterday I thought</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">About how if both of us</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Were standing still in a crowd</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Of unsmiling, unfamiliar faces,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Maybe we would notice each other.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Maybe the starts would come closer</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">And closer</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">And burn brighter</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">And brighter</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Then maybe there would be a blinding flash</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Of brilliant white light -</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">A collision, of sorts.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">If stars can collide, why can't we?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">For the darkness is impermanent, my darling.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Our lives are not filled by it</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">It does not encase us, envelope, or suffocate.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Let us walk to someplace quiet</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">So that I can look at you.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868088435231018205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700455664934166617.post-48268585145477339762017-04-21T16:41:00.001+05:302017-04-21T17:08:11.237+05:30Vanished.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Sometimes I feel like disappearing.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Sometimes I feel like going away from everything, probably to an abandoned treehouse in the jungles of tomorrow, where I will be at peace, away from all the sharing and over-sharing. It would be good to be disconnected for a while. Ironically enough, I am writing this on a post that will reach a lot of people, and that, sadly enough, a lot of people might be able to relate to.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">You see, the side of yourself you share out here, where everyone can see you, is only a fraction of who you really are. You can't distill a whole person into just a particular number of likes they got, or something they've posted, or something they didn't post but that you thought they should. The risk of sharing too much of yourself with people is that after a while, they will come to expect it; but they won't notice if you disappear.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">At least I think they wouldn't notice if I disappear.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Sure, they would wonder where I have gone, for a little while, but then they will return to their everyday lives and troubles and problems; people have too many of those anyway. Here I talk only of the part of myself that is a slightly sassier - and some might say cheekier - version of myself: the version that is the most opposite to who I really am, and not the version that stays up at night binge-watching harmonium concerts and my friend's classical music compositions on YouTube, or reading, or writing poetry. Only a few friends of mine know that side of me. Of course, this is assuming that people have only two sides, the good and the bad, the people-pleasing and the cold-hearted, the has-it-all-together and the slowly-falling-apart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">All my life I have struggled with balancing connection and disconnection. Connection eats into my life, while disconnection keeps me awake at night. Connection is necessary for relationships to grow, but too much of it will poison your friendships, and suffocate your friends. Too much disconnection, on the other hand, will suffocate you, and make you feel like you have no friends at all; a feeling I have felt enough times to never let anyone else think the way I once did, which is probably why I, oftentimes, share, and over-share, and never stop, really. (I seldom leave people alone. My friends will testify to that.) The endeavour to balance these scales is a confusing, draining, severely exhausting one. And so I have always been scared to even attempt to balance these two sides of the same (albeit virtual) coin.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I think it would be good to try, though.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868088435231018205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700455664934166617.post-34190792146803825142017-04-05T18:04:00.000+05:302017-04-05T18:04:25.392+05:30lowercase.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i do not usually write in the
afternoon. i am now. some rules are
meant to be broken, maybe. some rules
are meant to never be followed. i
sometimes wish i were one of those people who did not need rules. unfortunately, i have been told that rules
are necessary for success, that in order to become <i>somebody</i>, i must first be in control of my mind and body. sometimes i wonder why i want to be a
somebody at all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">what if i were a nobody?
what if i were line breaks and spaces instead of words? silence between conversations, or
sentences? what if i were to
disappear? oh, but spaces and line
breaks and silence can’t disappear. i
had forgotten about that. some rules
cannot be broken. otherwise, they would
have had no meaning at all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">but who are we to decide what is meaningful and what is
not? then again, it would be rather in
our own favour if we were to assign a different meaning to different
things. speaking of differences and
sameness, i have seen (i might be wrong, though) that everybody’s definition of
<i>somebody</i> is almost mostly the
same. study hard, make money, buy a
house, or houses, buy a car, buy more cars, buy a huge flat-screen television,
or buy one of those curved ones, go to the opera, go to broadway shows, buy more
houses, buy san francisco, buy las vegas, los angeles, buy new york city, go to
starbucks for coffee, oh, and drink wine, drink lots of wine, and clink your
glass with the lady’s, she’s in another of those sickly sequined scarlet
dresses...beer is probably for the uninitiated.
then only you will be a somebody.
i don’t condemn their efforts to reach new highs (people have their
reasons, i’d suppose)--i only do not like the idea that there can only be one
somebody. what happens to the rest of
them, who are they?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">what are you until you are a somebody? what is wrong with being nobody? what is wrong with being just anybody, as
long as you are doing what you love, and as long as you are happy (maybe not
all the time, but that’s still fine)? i
am tired already; why do i have to be ready, all the time? maybe we have forgotten what respite really
is. maybe it is sad we need respite at
all. or maybe it isn’t. i wouldn’t know; i’m not somebody. i am writing in lowercase so that i keep
reminding myself that i am yet still a nobody.
a nobody in the middle of nowhere, trying to justify her existence
inside this universe using words (mostly plagiarized)—and pictures she has
seen, movies she has watched (sometimes she wishes her life were like a movie;
then she remembers some movies have sad endings), places she has been (although
these have been but very few—no new york or california—just maryland and
virginia, mostly their libraries). a
nobody who keeps questioning her motives, her beliefs—and eventually she
questions them so much that she doesn’t know if she can follow in anyone’s
footsteps at all, and she is too apprehensive to clear some dirt from between
two pink-and-white tiles and plant an apple seed there, because what if someone
comes along and tells her her tree is worse than <i>that other tree growing there on the other side of the road?</i> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">maybe somebody else thinks the same thing too, could there
be a somebody one and a somebody two?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a somebody three and a somebody four? somebodies
not afraid to knock on a closed door, unafraid of what they would find, a
somebody six and a somebody five? a somebody seven and a somebody eight, not
caring if they do the right thing a little late? what if i don’t <i>have </i>to be somebody? i could...i could
be anybody. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I could be anybody, anybody at all. I could be a thirteen-year-old playing gully
cricket with my friends, hoping our ball doesn’t hit somebody on the head—or
worse, smash somebody’s window and <i>then</i>
hit their head. I could be a
sixteen-year-old trying to choose between literature and chemistry (yeah, it’s
sad we have to do that, really—we need more time; I guess everybody thinks the
same thing, though: everybody needs more time).
I could be a twenty-year-old trying to make the most difficult choice in
life ever. A thirty-year-old desperately
searching for a boyfriend, or just someone to room with. A fifty-two-year-old tired of his desk job
and regretting that one night he got drunk and called <i>somebody</i>. A single mom in
America holding it all in, like a Ziploc bag full (about to burst) and every
day, hoping to not scream her head off when her kids come home from school in
the afternoon. A hungry kid in Africa
crouched in the sand, with a vulture eyeing him: the photographer who took this
picture killed himself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I could be a scared little person typing words on a screen,
trying really really hard to keep typing in lowercase as fast as I can (and
failing, again). Occasionally the scared
little person could stop and think if she was being overly verbose, or less
self-explanatory, or anything other than what she wants to be (she doesn’t mind
not being somebody, if things don’t work out well; here, <i>well</i> means in her favour—and not anybody else’s, which makes her a
little sad). Anybody could be a
somebody, and everyone could be anybody, even nobody. Scared Little Person does wonder sometimes if
she is on the right road; she also wonders if all roads lead to the same pot of
gold—or abyss—at the end of their paths.
Maybe the tar would condense in a large ball of blackish goo, at the
end. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: -.25pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Maybe the cobblestones would melt
away into lava. Maybe Scared Little
Person falls off the cliff made of gooey tar into the lava—and never comes back
out again, obviously. Would it be painful? Would it be quick? Scared Little Person doesn’t want to
know. Because Scared Little Person is,
well, scared. Of pretty much
everything. Of knowledge, taxes, the bad
guys, guns, buses, high-speed trains, things that crush bones and draw blood,
thought-trains, death, friendship, and love.
Scared Little Person does wish she were not so anxious all the time, but
since that is the only thing she knows how to do, she descends into the
downward spiral again and again and...again, each time hoping she will snap out
of it for good— but you know, the thing is, Scared Little Person is scared of
snapping too. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 18.25pt; margin-left: -.25pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It hurts, sometimes.
Scratch that—always. Snapping is
like drowning: you die, but it’s painful and your eyes roll back into your
head, gross.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 36.8pt; margin-left: -.25pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Scared Little Person doesn’t want to be scared. That’s why she wants to be somebody, so other
scared little people won’t go through whatever she went through. Maybe someday, she’ll be somebody—until then,
she’ll keep believing anybody can be somebody: even a nobody.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 36.8pt -0.25pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">~FIN~</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868088435231018205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700455664934166617.post-53725059103495920202017-04-04T20:58:00.000+05:302017-04-04T20:59:07.934+05:30Rubber Bands.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I keep</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">All my rubber bands</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Wrapped around</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">My shampoo bottle</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I tie my ponytail with one of them</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Every day</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Sometimes I use the blue one</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Other times the green one</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">That reminds me of pistachios</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">There's another that looks </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Like blue and pink cotton candy</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Except with whipped cream</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">A few months later</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The rubber bands will be looser</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Someday</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I won't use them to tie my hair</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Anymore.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">~Vruta Gupte, 2017.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16480228051099248523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700455664934166617.post-50383705166517965332017-03-22T00:10:00.000+05:302017-04-03T22:07:56.533+05:30The Animals' University<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The giraffe slowly averted his gaze from the immodest act transpiring before his very eyes. It was eating into his existence-contemplation-time (not that this duration brought him much happiness anyway, but he was obliged to do it. He had a schedule to follow, after all. Privately, he admitted to himself that it would be rather fun to watch the immodest act; at least that would be more satisfying.)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Professor?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The giraffe could feel a slight disturbance propagating through the air inside his tubular ears. He paid no attention, assuming it to be divine intervention so he could focus on his task more. He closed his eyes presently, waiting for The Great Big Beyond to swallow him and take him to—</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>“Professor!”</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Ah, that sound again, so beautiful and enchanting; its pitch was different somehow, though…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">He tore off a few more acacia leaves with his teeth and chewed them, much like a koala chews eucalyptus leaves—oh, but koalas were in Australia, and he’d never seen one on a tree before, much less actually eating, so was it right on his part to compare himself with a koala? It was this question that now intrigued him, and he found himself quite at a loss to explain his thoughts to his jumpy, unquiet mind. He sought to distance himself from the taste of the leaves, and instead pay more attention to the act of eating itself, not that that would be satisfying in the least. He found his thoughts running like one of Japan’s bullet trains towards the notion of true satisfaction—</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>“PROFESSOR TALLMERRY?!”</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Oh, so the rabbit had been calling him all along. He stared down at the space between his quirkily patterned legs. He’d even gotten them tattooed a while ago.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Yes, Professor?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“I’m the janitor, sir! (Really, these academics these days, I wonder what has become of them and their overlarge brains, can’t even clean up after themselves, look at that absolutely disgusting mound of shit with flies all over it—oh, goodness me, I’d rather not look) Sir, I—look at those two rabbits over there, sir!”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Yes, Professor, what about them?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Well—er—” the rabbit stammered, his cheeks red as sandalwood (the Professor hadn’t seen that over the course of his lonely days, either), “Er—they’re holding paws, Professor! Something ought to be done! Holding hands is not allowed inside the university’s premises, Section 377 of the Abdominable Guidelines of the Animals’ University says so!”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Blasphemy, my dear Professor! It is girl rabbits and boy rabbits being in one another’s vicinity that is forbidden—I don’t see why they should be punished—you tell them off, if you see fit, rabbit…I can’t see why you would, though, those two will increase the population of your nearly-extinct species anyway, so you haven’t got an ant’s poop’s worth of rules to worry about here.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The rabbit, needless to say, was extremely exasperated.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“But—Professor—”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“There’s no need to call me Professor, Professor. I understand the rules, and I’d like you to, too. It isn’t every day we encounter students not actively trying to break rules anyhow. Let them hold hands in peace, now; you’re disturbing my pooping time.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">~</span></div>
<div>
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</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868088435231018205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700455664934166617.post-28240696184578077332017-03-10T17:46:00.001+05:302017-03-10T17:47:36.785+05:30Memory Lane.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAK5s8ouFIw/WMKYsJcelWI/AAAAAAAAATY/f06xgPp7slEGk8H2FOKmUXFEp3Or_aFuwCLcB/s1600/FreshPaint-28-2017.03.10-05.41.32.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAK5s8ouFIw/WMKYsJcelWI/AAAAAAAAATY/f06xgPp7slEGk8H2FOKmUXFEp3Or_aFuwCLcB/s640/FreshPaint-28-2017.03.10-05.41.32.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Made on Fresh Paint</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I won’t say the cold is piercing because</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I have known what needles feel like</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Although</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I haven’t been stabbed before,</span><br />
<div>
<br /></div>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I won’t say candies are sweet</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">For sometimes beginnings can be sweeter</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Apples aren’t delicious because</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Once I almost choked on a slice</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Lights aren’t pretty</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">They might burn my eyes</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Sometimes some music is noisy</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">All dark alleys aren’t poetic and beautiful</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Neither are hearts, because they break</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Nor are people, for they leave.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868088435231018205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700455664934166617.post-36162376017111127302017-02-21T11:30:00.001+05:302017-02-21T11:30:43.256+05:30Separation.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A differential distance slyly separates </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The dark day from the nimble night</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The ocean from the sky</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The shivering sun from the monstrous moon</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The nest from the branch</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The writer from the pen</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The nocturne from the canvas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The black bracelet from the wrist</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The henna from the palm</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The dancer from the stage</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The musician from the flute</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And me from you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">~ Vruta Gupte, 2017.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868088435231018205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700455664934166617.post-70812881091667332372017-02-13T20:10:00.000+05:302017-02-13T20:13:45.485+05:30Scream.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Bring me out of my despair</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Stop me from clutching at only straws</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Drop me off at the intersection</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Of material success and walks with my friends</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">At three in the morning</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All my matchsticks are dampened</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">By the humid suffocating salty air</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My ceiling fan makes my room</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Either too hot or too cold</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My mind is too full and too empty</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">At the same time</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nothing of much consequence </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Occupies it. Tasting failure after</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Failure, I would gladly take</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A different path, another sunrise,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Unreflected from blue skyscraper windows</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Untouched by sweet lies they tell,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Do this," they say, "and you life will be happy,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Like ours are." But at midnight I can hear them</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Scream.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<br /></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868088435231018205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700455664934166617.post-10131503235181114712017-02-11T16:42:00.000+05:302017-02-11T16:45:21.778+05:30For Darkness.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I don't know if I love you or if I just love you being around. I wish sometimes we would see each other more often, because my heart does need a certain amount of sweetness; not the one that comes with chocolate, that is tinged by the bitterness of hate and anger--I need the one with honey, it brings dreaminess to my eyes whenever I think of you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And so we must meet at night, for the glowing lightness in our steps when we are together will offset the damp darkness of the pitch black road we walk on; we are like stars in the heavens, and our carefully constructed conversations are stardust, golden-bronze and silver and crimson red, as streamers hang from the ceilings at parties.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Since parties are loud, let us walk in silence, to nowhere at all. Let us walk in circles and figures of eight like infinities back to where we started from. Maybe we could hold hands (well, or not). Sometimes the beauty of togetherness is that it still allows you to be separate.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If I tell you I love you, would you still walk with me? Would I have to resign myself to glancing at my empty screen every five minutes for a message that might never come? Will you leave me, or will you stay, when I break, of illness and too much carbonate? Will I have to reduce our time to just memories that might be forgotten over the years?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I would rather our memories be of weaving our way through the darkness, holding hands, than remembering someplace just because I sent a text to you there, when I was alone. When you are here in person, you won't have to zip your mask up like you always do; and neither will I. Even if you aren't in love with me, at least I will know who you really are.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868088435231018205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700455664934166617.post-54144559493699186682017-01-31T20:49:00.000+05:302017-01-31T20:53:52.910+05:30Static.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Staring, unseeing</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Off into space</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">No care in the world</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Far away, a flutter</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Of a butterfly’s wing,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Harmonics bounce off </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The walls, rise up</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Like smoke from the sea</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A glass of pink lemonade</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Shatters, and shards</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Eclipse shadows and refine sunlight</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To paint colours onto the grey walls</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And reflect onto the television</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But the television is blank,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The sounds, wordless; far away,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">An accordion falls, breaks, its owner</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Had stolen it from a musician</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When he fled through</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A dark alley, five years ago</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Its notes are dead now, much like</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The flower that fell </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Outside my window. Far away,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rays of sunlight stream through curtains,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nobody is there to watch the stardust, though:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Everyone was too busy in their own contrived bubbles</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To notice all the beautiful things, and they</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Went on and on with their mundanities, until</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">One day, the roses all die, the butterflies do, too,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The accordion lies buried beneath</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A pile of sooty blankets,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The curtains are drawn,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And the television flaunts only</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Static.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868088435231018205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700455664934166617.post-13456934982320136242017-01-28T13:57:00.003+05:302017-01-28T13:57:27.052+05:30Glue.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Doors locked </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Seatbelts fastened</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Key turned</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Radio played</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Smiles exchanged</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gears changed</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Brakes screeched</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Silent scream</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Silence screamed</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Glass shattered</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Smoke rose</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Smoked rose</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Flowers burned</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Overturned</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"'Til death do us part,"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Someone give him glue to fix</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His broken heart.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868088435231018205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700455664934166617.post-35961689020607251642017-01-22T17:53:00.000+05:302017-04-27T15:35:12.025+05:30The Last Dance.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">This is not a love story. This is not the soul of a heartbroken man laid bare on paper, tied together with ink stains and needles, falling apart because he keeps rewinding the tape inside his mind to those very same moments that he once cherished, trying to glue himself back together without reminiscing about the perfume he was drenched in on this night exactly two years ago. This is not a cry for help; those days have long since passed. Those days will nev<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">er come back, even though he tried his best to use them. He used to them to buy her little presents, wrapped with brown paper, with a red ribbon-bow on top, and her name on them; except he was used and thrown away before he could give her the tiniest of boxes with the tiniest of things: he hoped she would wear the thing on her finger, but that day never came; it never came at all, and his ambitions scoffed at him and bit the dust.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The nights after were horrible and pierced his heart, like thimbles pierce his skin when he presses them onto his fingertips. His fingertips are bare, as was his being when he gave himself to her, piece by piece, little by little—inch by inch.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">It is midnight, but he can’t sleep.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;">“Do you want to look at the moon?” he remembered her asking him, one night. Her fingers ran through his hair, and he was in heaven.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;">“I am, already,” he had said. The smile he had received would have been photographed and framed had its desirer not known it would be one of her last.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;">He would have looked at that framed photograph every morning, just to see her face once again; but now he can’t, because she’s not here, and he misses her—she’s somewhere he can’t go. He doesn’t want to go there; He’ll have to kill himself before he can do that. His insides are torn, he is just a shell, barely breathing, not dancing to her favourite songs, hurting from all the pain.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;">This is not how he thinks it should have ended. He still want things to change, and he still wants her back, because every time he thinks about her, it hurts where it shouldn’t. He used to hum the loveliest of songs when she was around, but now he is alone, he has no one to dance with, and he can’t dance anymore, and he loves her.</span></span></div>
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