she was so beautiful
she was an angel; her eyes shone
lashes batting like
the butterfly wings
on the pupil murky and full
holding a dream
like the pebbles
unsettled and rolling
in a rivulet stream;

her lips pink and pout
like the sting of a bee
A smile so innocent, painting
the face in a cheerful glee;

the beauty of her skin
so radiant, so plain
like the clear blue sky
after a shower of rain;

her sculpted figure
a symphony, rhythmic
and resonant;
she was music divine
chords in right scale
so soothing, so pleasing
like the song of a whale;

our eyes met; fixing
stares, syncing breath
and we had a moment;
our souls flamed
and hearts melted
as the world stood by
gazing and time halted;

my love ever so enduring
her tease ever so fleeting
left me wreathing in pain
my eyes longing for her in vain;
she burned my soul
the angelic devil
stealing away my heart
and the rest of the ballad;

Sometimes when you are extremely happy as something out of the ordinary, and by sheer luck, went right in your life; you expect the world around you, trudging on with their mediocre ways, to be as jubilant as you are.. You fancy to believe that your happiness is multiplied and spread across but in reality the world doesnt find any reason to shed their ongoing ill-fated life and celebrate your serendipity. Happiness is only reflective; you only get back the distorted versions of your own happiness reflecting out of their plastered smiles.

But sorrow on the other hand has a different story altogether.. sorrow is sucked in and savoured with utmost pleasure. Sorrows when vented out makes the others realise that they are not alone living their wretched lives and there are more unfortunate ones sharing their miseries or suffering more of it. This brings out a genuine smile worn on the face and withdrawn deftly by the mask displayed in the public. The mask worn to veil the feelings of shame and self-consciousness and carefully choose to expose only what is expected out of the world. The mask sworn to the customs and conventions and bound by the rules of the world. Freedom is not free.. Nothing is free.. Everything comes with a price and a high maintenance cost. The mask bears the price and the self enjoys the fruits of freedom.. Sometimes the mask demands a lot of attention that the self is shadowed into oblivion.. But the ineffectual self is not completely disconnected from the mask; they share an inseparable relationship.. the tragedy that hits the mask is borne by the self.. Mask commits a sin and the self endures the guilt. Guilt consequently leads to doing good....

Behind every deed of good lies the agony of guilt. Goodness is guilt-ridden and is prompted only to appease the suffering, to ease out the pain and restore balance.. The whole universe only conspires and struggles to develop a sense of symmetry.. Our deeds, good and bad, are directed towards the restoration of balance.. chaos is what we create and balance is what we strive to achieve..

Balance between good and bad, mask and the self.. Symmetry is the fuel of life... Asymmetry is life...

The great monsoon sale is on...
where is the monsoon???

There is no monsoon but there is a sale..
where is the sale???

There is no sale.. with inflation close to 12% prices are only soaring..
There is no sale.. But there is a sale..

There is a sale of MP's in the parliament..
A vote of confidence.. Number-crunching game..

A conglomeration of trust, mistrust, back-stabbing, bidding..
who decides the fate of the country??

Fate of the country is already in ruins..
Country and parliament are disconnected.

Parliament seeks power.. country seeks hope...
Ideologies, alliances are on sale..
UPAs, SPs, BSPs, BJPs, CPIs seek the common P.. Parliament, Power

who decides the fate of the P?
For tomorrow its the weather that takes the decision..

Rain can bring in floods and dissolve the government..
Warm and sunny day might make Mayawati the PM..

Its a Great Monsoon sale...
No Monsoons.. No sale..

she lay on the grubby floor amongst the ruined remains of an old building slowly regaining her consciousness.. Her eyes now wide open only to linger on with the darkness invading the room extinguishing the flimsy possibility of light and hope. Her throbbing heart pumping tinge of fear rushing into her veins, her body shuddering from the cold stillness of vacant silence and mind abuzz with reverberating booms of piercing pain. She exerted quick and short breath with caution and remained hushed and stationary expectant that it was only a passing dream. Warm blood streamed out of two adjacent specks of deep gnawing wound left behind her neck crying for attention but she pressed direly all her efforts into convincing herself that it was nothing but a dream, a terrifying nightmare where she faced the most frightening spectre...

A hideous beast howling out of the elongated fangs, clenching its claws like that of a ferocious animal.. The skin so dark as a black hole sucking in every bit of valiance to confront the creature and blood shot eyes popping out of the socket diffusing terror. The beast grasped her petrified body and dug his canines into her neck putting her to sleep. The dream continued in the dilapidated remains of the beast's shambles but it dint show any signs of ceasing. Agonized with the trauma and misery of her plight she finally vent out a loud waul to crack open the shackles of the pall of dream but her wailing was deafened with the vociferous roaring which shook the floor. Her nemesis was staring at her set out to finish the final task.. to satiate his appetite for flesh and blood...

The cannibalistic urges of the beast was naturally the right thing to do and served it well. Happiness is the proposition of the self-righteous and it was extremely jubilant to condescend on its lust for blood. But today the task turned arduous, what was executed with merciless ease suddenly turned painfully severe.. The heart that always pumped human blood, guzzled throughout its lifetime, starting poisoning the beast with insipid feelings of compassion and love. The blood that made beastly creatures out of humans started sowing humanly traits in the beast.. It had mixed feelings of fulfilling its lust and the newly developed compassion towards her.. It wished to imbibe the purity of her skin and also impelled to tear her body apart and consume her.. The conflict of interest drove it crazy and it let out a cantankerous roar and inched towards her with blood lust eyes ready to savage her. The cold dark skin felt the tenderness of the touch for a moment and the ruthless claw tweaked her neck like snapping a branch and put an end to her hostile dream... It, he, stood there the blood shot eyes fixing its stare on her as the darkness slowly started to erode and finally left her unmoved, as she lay at grave peace, a tear drop glistening on her cheek under the dappling sunlight beating the darkness..
Blood that taught him lust and indifference now showed him humanity and sympathy...