This is the story of a comic script gone all wrong.
I hurled the crumpled paper
My script, bejewelled
By courage that seemed ancient,
Nested provoking humour.
Words on it sprinkled
Along the wind which carried
My dreams,
Of laughter beyond seams
As though illicit in purpose
Into obscurity…
An ignorant attempt at humour
What nerve?
At a time like this!
Questions of frozen reality
Spiked up like pillars of the mirage
Holding it strong
Are we there yet?
Can we laugh at ourselves?
3ww -Cadence,Humble,Resolve & Deception,Panic,Scheme
How could I? Would it not be deception of the worst order? How could I even think of something like that? What about my Minnu who, with her humble love, has shown me the right path & unconditionally been there for me always? What about our common ideals that we struggle to hold up day in and out?..The days when a pinch in one’s heart would bring tears in the other’s eyes & the soothing of one’s senses could be felt by the other’s mind? I have lived in the warmth of her vibes all these years. How can I even forget the sail against the storm that Minnu made to get me to the shore? She risked her life to keep my virtues alive. How could I forget that? How could I even entertain the thought of love for Raag when Minnu is in love with him? I had felt the innocent happiness Minnu felt at the very moment she realised that finally her unkind, hard life gave her something to look forward to. A reason to want to live. A reason, to celebrate life despite all it had been to her so far. No. I can’t do it. Maya stood frozen, struck by panic as thoughts whirled in her mind wildly plunging her into a sense of darkness. She felt like nothing, as though diffused in the wind that was filled with smells of a traitor. She was pulled back to reality by the loud voice of the light man who informed her that her next scene was ready to be shot. Maya had decided that she would forget her love for Raag. Maya knew she would never be able to love any other man in her life ever again. But this is the least she can do for Minnu. She was her best friend, almost her alter ego. After Maya’s ten year relationship crashed, she had lost trust in men & all hope in life. And she had lived like a recluse, counting down to end her life. Until Minnu came along. That’s when her clotted emotions felt a rush again. Minnu taught her to cry for others’ pains, fight for others, laugh with others & feel solace in enriching others' lives forgetting her own. The smiles & blessings Maya got wherever she went after Minnu happened in her life healed her & brought her more contentment than anything could ever bring. As Maya perfected her look, she had resolved to bury her love for Raag, end it once & for all. The camera rolled, “Minnu, Episode 1058”, shouted out the clapper-loader as Maya readied her cadence & went on to perform the role of the protagonist that she was in the soap. Maya slipped, with perfect ease, into the scheme of Minnu, the dramatic illusion that had gradually, through the years, flown over all seams & seeped into the immaculate artiste's world & had left it soaked in alive delusion...
3ww - Entwine, Forfeit, Tryst
Each distinct,
Each unalike
Entwine in a splash,
In a sweep of expression
Forfeit the ego
To lose into a harmony
That echoes the lure
Of married perceptions
Of a solitary spirit;
In a tryst to form
A joyous art,
A celebration of life!
3WWW - Whisper, Faith, Miracle
Two
Hearts
Held together
By whispers on the lips,
Of faith
As they pour into each other
Beyond all wafts of reality
They rise to a miracle of togetherness
Melt to an ecstatic, warm
One
Enemy of the night, rose
to shatter to smithereens,
the darkness that shadowed vague,
thrown thoughts, strewn by the storm
Dawn set in and cracked the chill
Finally, we awakened
The ball of fire rising inside us, as well
Diverse many, brought together
Thinking one thought, in one language
Ready to end the killer of peace
Ready to bring on a new beginning
A beginning, as One.
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3WW - Apology, Consider, Distant
He got off his bike and dashed to the facade of his work-house;
House, yes, he spent most of his time there keeping at
carving a place for himself in the corporate history,
to be known, to be seen, even from the moon...
His jog stance hardly matched his striking black formal suit
Otherwise a sucker for class, he could not thwart
the rather clumsy verb he was then indulged in
With only about five minutes to get to his office swipe point
style or even a drift that way seemed distant
He ignored the elevator and hopped up the stairs
Zipped past the receptionist, not forgetting to flash a smile
It was his way of expressing thanks to the silent,
amused one-man audience of his everyday nick-of-time drama
He skid to a stop at the door, knowing as he swiped
that all the tussle had been in vain, a speculator that he was,
by profession and now, out of a recessive kip,
late. By a cascaded minute; ‘Damn!!!!’ he whined, stopping abruptly
as if he would continue tomorrow..
He walked in, anyway; actually, that being the only way
With his feet not on the ground, almost
He got to his workstation in inconspicuous strides
a couple of minutes to settle in, to boot
For the next long minute he considered how his toil for identity
despite his versatility, people person-ness et al
was sidestepped by this period of effortless foot dragging.
He raised his bottle like a ritual and gulped down the water ,
feeling it slide down his throat, wetting the dryness
caused by a moisture less apology that was strewn by guilt
flushing down the vice that won today, again
in the race seeking to win the identity crisis;
the go-getter in him was NOT going to be known as the latecomer.
