Bad Weather

Is it really this bad to play this role,To feel, the chosen one to mend this shithole,
Why is it legal to allow him to be surrounded by sorrow, throughout,
Forced to believe its his job to absorb all the sufferings, world around has to flush out,
How can anyone be expected to be sane, when all they hear are cries of pain,
I believe i have earned the right to be callous to the joy of November rain..


Not even two Pennys worth of thought did he give,
before breaking hearts and trashing love,
“Sinner!” they called him, “Be afraid of God!
When Karma strikes, you will be left,like a speck of dust in this desert of sorrow..”

But he felt like God,

Turning a blind eye to the wise words…
Continued tearing into lambs,
drinking blood,
enjoying the red feast he lined up.

A wolf he had become.

Then one day, she did turn up,
In the form of a lamb.
He pounced on her and tried to feed on her,
trying to bleed her like those, whom he had before..

But something did not feel right.

The blood tasted different,
like a poison it slowly wrapped around his heart…
He could feel the warmth engulfing his wind pipe,
choking his very existence..

A feeling, that mysteriously got him addicted to her…

Though she bled,
It was she who was devouring his soul!
It struck him,
but he didn’t care.

Karma was here.

The wolf became a lamb.
Cut out his heart and presented it to her,
with bleeding trembling hands,
he was finally afraid!

God smiled.

Karma opened her fangs,and
Just as softly as she could,
bit into his heart,
tore away his soul,

Vanished into thin air, leaving him for dead.

But he didn’t die,
For something in him was

A desire.

Slowly but surely the wolf came back from the dead.
More ferocious more crazy.
A determined man he was,
For he sinned,

To taste Karma again..

Flames like Teen Spirit 

How difficult it seemed leading life behind veils, 

running through chaotic days, 

trying to be a part of something unique..
Freedom they shouted from underneath the smoke filled sky of a remote village,

Pelting stones at the government forces,

The fire within couldn’t be extinguished by a bullet, a bomb nor poisonous gasses.. 
Freedom they shouted as they raged into the polluted night under city lights, spirits were high and so were they, 

breaking laws each day 

The fire within was the party they dreamt about each morning to have made it successful today 
Freedom they shouted from within the gates of their contaminated institutions, their youthful voice rioting against each other from behind banners with political stench all over 

The fire within was that of ambition, morality, misplaced loyalty 
For them peace a forgotten term, a state of agitation the only way to lead life in circles as if it were an one-act play aimed for famed immortality..
But along came the Reaper and swished its scythe, extinguishing the flames

In that one instant before death blew away their smoke trail to obscurity,

they realized how uncomplicated life really was 

how inevitable was mortality 

While the Devil blew his Trumpet… 

There was an Old billionaire, who lay on his death-bed.
His entire immediate family had been called home, and had gathered in his room.

It consisted of 26 people, which included 6 children from 3 failed marriages.
His children’s better halves, accompanied with their own 10 children (some from,each ones own failed marriage), his three ex wives (2 came with their brand new lovers and one directly from court, after filing her latest divorce papers).
And of course the old mans latest 24-year-old wife, the “one true love”of his life (as he called her).
The family’s loyal Butler, Doctor and Lawyer were also in the room.
The only three people, who were never replaced by the Old man.

The family was in a somber mood, gathered around the death-bed, as the doctor left saying “I guess it’s time..”

The old man was real estate tycoon, having made billions in land deals. He was lauded as a shrewd businessman by people who had the misfortune to work with him day in day out. Everybody else considered him a philanthropist..
‘A Narcissistic-sexist-land grabbing-money laundering-tax evading-inconsiderate-devils own offspring’ philanthropist..
You could even call him, a modern day Robin Hood,who stole from the rich, duped the poor and gave back to the society peanuts, in the name of charity.
His favorite hobby, according to many,was to trample upon the happiness, of as many people as he could. He found divine satisfaction in destroying dreams,crushing hopes out of people.

With such qualities,he grew up from a below poverty line family of 10,to be the Tycoon he is today..Thus, for whatever hellish qualities the man had, everyone did consider him, a success story.

But here he was now, staring into the eyes of his family. He wanted to say something,but found it horribly difficult to open his mouth. He slowly raised himself from the bed. His latest wife and his eldest son came closer to him,hoping to hear what he wanted to say. Instead  with all the might left in him,
he let out the loudest stinkiest fart,his million dollar bungalow ever had to bear ..

For a moment everyone was shocked and didn’t know how to react. The old man just smiled looking at their faces. In return the family, one by one started giggling. One thing led to another and they together burst out in a loud laughter…
As this was going on, the old man smiled and motioned his butler indicating him ‘2’ lifting his two fingers…

The butler promptly threw away an envelope into the fire and brought another one to the eldest son.
The son opened it and found a poem written by the old man.
He started reading it out aloud –

“I Leave behind a smile..

The world is already weighed down by enough sorrows and problems for anyone to even smile, 

So I leave behind a smile, 

It has become a precious gift to gift anyone now.. 

The infectious toothy grin,with simple assuring wink or just a loud laugh, 

I leave behind a smile..”

The entire family had tears in their eyes. Wondering, finally it was Death that had been successful to humanize the Old mans heart.

Just then the son discovered, that there was another part to the letter.
He turned it over..
It said –

“Ps : Glad you all liked it.
But guess what,this is not a poem. It is my will.
I am actually leaving behind only a smile, for you emotional fools..
My entire fortune (including this house and other assets and stocks) is to be donated to charity,created in my name..With small arrangements made to pay off my trusted lawyer and doctor their fees and a lifetime salary to my butler.

Thank you for keeping me entertained my entire life, now good luck fending for yourself.
With Love,
– Old Fart” 

The family was stunned.
Only the butler, the lawyer and the doctor shared a muffled laugh.

As the old man passed away in peace,with a satisfied smile plastered on his wrinkly face..
somewhere up above, the Devil couldn’t help but wonder,if he should be proud or scared,
for one of his perfect creation,was coming home again.


Guilt Trip


“Let’s go on a trip”
He heard him say.. Him, his eternal best friend, driving the car through a road unknown, a land unknown…
They were laughing and speeding through a dense forest..
Wait a second! This is a familiar forest he thought to himself..
Where are we
That’s when he saw it, the cabin by the lake..
An old house it was made of wood. A century old maybe, still stood firm..
But how could it? Didn’t I…?
He found himself walking now. Deeper into the forest. The night was getting darker..
He felt, fear starting to grip his heart..
Suddenly, a shadow ran past them and for a fleeting moment came up to his own face staring straight at him..
A burnt, yet a beautiful face
It disappeared
He remained stunned!


He heard someone,somewhere cry..
His head started spinning.
He saw then,when he had seen them,”the happy couple” together, the last time..
Everyone is fucking happy, No one cares, letting me suffer alone..
He walked up to them.Started running when they stared..
Anger burning his cheeks, he continued thrashing,like a man possessed,
He ran with all his might..his feet killing him but he didn’t care. He had to run…
There it was the fire, the fire that burnt away every last bit of his sin..
He ran with the rod in his hand and jumped into a pool.
A pool of cold dirty water..
It was a mistake, he started crying,
If only he could… Why didn’t he just…Why? Why did he have to?..
He cried and cried and suddenly found himself, in a dense jungle,with his friend face to face, looking him straight in the eye..
He knows! But How could he?
It was the perfect plan.. Yet the anger was evident


His friend screamed.. he had the bloody rod in his hand,
I Am sorry, sorry for this, he cried


He was dead.
Collapsing into complete darkness for a split second….


…Only to wake up in a tent,in reality.He was confused but realized soon,
Where he was, with Whom he was, and
He checked the gun lying by his pillow.


He noticed his best friend, from the dream, sitting by his bed side with his hands in his pocket..
All he could do was muster a half guilty smile and ask,
“Did not sleep?”


Just then he noticed a photograph placed on his blanket..He picked up the pic,squinting his eyes to focus better..
he saw it!
He knew what it meant!
A cold sweat trickled down the side of his face, his mouth ran dry..
He knows it for real!


His friend shouted,crying,slowly pulling his hand out of his pocket holding a gun..
A moment passed.
He turned towards his crying friend, looking him straight in the eye,
all this while reaching for his own gun,
smiled suddenly and said,

“Let’s Go on a trip..”

They clicked.


One shot rang.
One slept peacefully, the other one tripped…
The choices they made.


Driverless Taxi 

“Where would you like to go?”,
the car questioned him. 

As he fed in the location, he remembered them saying,
“Ride hard and Stop conforming”

While they all took paths to different destinations..
He sat here, in a driverless car, taking him to his 10th job interview
Same city,same nation.. 

Driverless cars! Pfft!!
If only 
they knew,
how he and his mate, used to design them,
sitting on the back benches
in school..

 They were the scientists of tomorrow,
But alas! A jobless man today.. 

25 year’s!!

He checked the day..25 years since he left school..
When did time go so soon..

A happy kid he was,
who lived in the future.
A hard pill to swallow,
that the future was here,
but the kid was no where near.. 

“Act your age”, they said
“find a job, marry,settle down”
“forget your childish dreams”
“Travel blogger! Whoever heard of such a thing..”
Heartbroken he conformed
and forgot, 

until today

 He panicked and suddenly felt alone,
hadn’t he agreed to,
do whatever the society had asked him to, 

“Then why do I not feel happy nor free?”
“Guilty? have i wronged the kid inside me?”

“You have arrived at your destination”
the car suddenly spoke.. 

looking out, at the towering glass-paned building,
dwarfing the world around 

He finally questioned himself
“Have I?” 

Stolen Kisses 

Their eyes meet, as their friends surround,
smiling a smile which no one notices..

It was on one such night,long before, their hearts had met,
Fooling around,
behind the back of their closest of friends..

They loved, living this secret which no one knew about,
Stealing kisses,when no one was around

It felt beautiful..As beautiful, as her smile..
As beautiful, as the curl of her hair, that flirts with her eye..

But only few weeks they had left, they knew,

Everything was going to change.

“Is it worth it?”, he thought

The question to which she answered, by walking towards him,
and hugging him silently for the rest of the night..

Memories meant more, than logic!