Musings ....

 The bed creaked under her weight while she sprawled on the mattress lost in her world of dreams. Its was specially designed and had been ordered from south India where expert craftsmen had put in a year to complete the task. The bed was a princely gift as a part of the dowry from her father. It was her honeymoon bed, the place her children were born. She, now a fat woman of 80 rested peacefully.

  The experience never felt real but filled with ethereal heaven like feeling. Strong hands, long fingers held the gospel while the mind forced the eyes to travel over the black words bearing silver message by god. The man, as he sat alive, prayed as the idea of death was something he hadn't come to terms with. Tryst with the hangman at first light of the morrow where, on one side would be a win of justice, on the outside it would send a breeze of consolation the grieving relatives of the victim. Lovely would be that end which brings happiness along; in this case it would be true as the prisoner had no complains.

He arrived at exactly fifteen past six in the balcony. It was a daily exercise gladly done to see the girl whom he secretly loved since he shifted to Mumbai. The girl, a middle-class working woman with average looks but good enough to make the men in her colony swoon over her, came back from her job everyday at exactly fifteen past six. Leaning over the edge, dangerously, eager to see her he wished that somehow he could profess his love to her. Her shoulder length hair, curvy red lips and wrapped in a peacock green saree had transfixed his gaze with wonderment the first day he saw her. She came today, again, at exactly fifteen past six taking along all his energy, his heart and his will to live as she traversed the path leading to her house while he his eyes devoured her distant feel.

                                                      It wasn't inherent but an imbibed characteristic inspired due to the childhood trauma of physical abuse. Each morning brought along along with it the nightmarish baggage of the past filling him with anger and frustration. He used a punching bag to transfer his anguish resulting in rippling muscles and a beefy outlook. Lack of parental presence was always felt. He found solace in the arms of a girl who accepted him despite all the flaws, disturbed past and the thorny man he was, with only love in her eyes.

Spirits alive kindle again upbeat i am free of pain what i asked for what i got no idea, i forgot. Happy life I dance and laugh it seems yesterday when i choked and coughed resting on knees with welled up eyes croaking pleading, help god oh my Legs stretched long back resting now cheery me eating now somehow all pain and feeling i had of hurt got consoled with a hearty burp Blood gushes and flows heart hard at work pleased i row, it seems i rebirthed dearth never there was but time wasn't right I'm back in the game, I declare with all might.

Pages blowing leaves upturned hunger unfed me, my stomach churned Pepsin,trypsin all kinds if sins waiting to get released in the din Silent my room whirring fan whoozes refrigerator behaves like scrooge Hunger pangs hit and slapping me in front the book is tapping me Open me up read some text it is the thing for your future best Lanky operator taking refuge under the rules,'sir we don't deliver'? bloody stoog Dominos I called, Hut of Pizza refuse opened fb my ultimate recluse Logged on the Subway delicious site i jump on screen to try catch a bite the screen broke, now scared I am my mom will smack me .... bam!bam! It was a new lappy i bought window 8 my sister had taught to open it and how to run she warned don't watch 'stuff', but have fun Still hungry me my eyes dart south idea springs and i open my mouth Popcorn buttery there sitting raw waiting for me to cook snack and thaw Now lousy my butt who will go and stand and wait......

As she entered the gates of the college the earth beneath and sky above had no meaning or significance anymore. Societal problems, political games,public interactions; all had lost their meaning along with respective importance as her dream was being realized. This college was everything that she had worked for; sacrificing friends which formed an integral part of her life, dinners and outings which gave sent a whiff of fresh air through her bod and newspaper, which due to no specific connection with the exams weren't important anymore. Each step through the college gates leading towards the admin block just urged her to pinch herself, for an ambitious dream had turned into reality; and she did pinch while constantly peeling her finger skin overpowered by anxiety. Suddenly she tripped on the red sandstone path but she could not see due to what. What was happening she panicked. The college gates turned hazy and started vanishing as she looked around.She was suppos...

Assalam walekum I said to him cringed his brows,that dude slim n trim That lives near the mosque, a beauty house saw me like dirty sleazy bad mouse He stood near the taxi stand,handing papers I was Hindu he was not,i wanted a newspaper Achkan white with orange jootis stitched body tight, material seemed sooti Stand ing still he, I waved at him I was his customer, everday bought from him An uptight man, he seemed tall proud but covered in a catious shroud He was the same as age of mine then why he looked as if I was swine Did I do wrong, I greeted him I was upbeat, his face was dim Garnered strength, scared i thought should I ask him? towards him walk? should i talk? or shake his hand? ask friend what's the matter, why alone stand. Still thinking he was worth as was I deep friendship true could've developed if I had tried I stopped coming there but thinking of him a good man he must be,unknowningly wish him.

In you heart; don't deny you don't wanna hold me I'm your part; apart if I'll be you're gonna miss me If I go away;come hold me close Jump in the bay; cross the sea and come! I'll keep you with me today and always I am sweet you'll miss me anyway So just jump and hold me close before I go Pull me by hand carry me or tow I see you; baby-blue eyes staring pleading craving all there They just give your intentions anyway So when I'll go; will you watch train depart Will eyebrows;show sadness of your heart We can be together always Step forward and grab me anyway Just regret don't you feel when I'll go We can still be together you know. ( Note: Inspired by a Song of Shania Twain. An original work)

As he stepped into the ground of IMA, Dehradun, the paucity of significance that eluded him suddenly appeared giving a jolt through his body. The piece of cloth with kesari, white and green color stripes placed with a big blue chakra in the middle, had never appealed to him as it did now. The tricolor sifting, audaciously glared and gleamed with pride emanating the essence that was entrapped in it-freedom. A beauty in itself the flag was fixed strategically at a position higher than any building or monument in the vicinity. The proud freshly painted flag-post bearded testimony of its importance from the ranking officials, dignitaries subjecting themselves to dedicate their lives in its service. The silk and cotton mixture cloth is not just an identity but forms an epithet of freedom, culture and history of Indian nation and its citizens.

The chain of eateries she saw everyday with their inviting big yellow door and QD pasted on them never failed to excite and tempt her. She, a girl humbled by the means of pocket and measures of house was an escapee who took refuge in shiny bright cafes and their delicious platters. Mother would be furious, she always thought ... But her legs and nose always worked in sync and she would find herself committing the sin. Sin of eating, gobbling up, a binger by nature and a connoisseur by choice; she sat and ate devouring the delectable recipes of the eateries to her heart's fill.

Everyday, with a new promise of achieving, crossing a new milestone or treading the uncharted path he stepped forward with cautious footing, brimming with faith and confidence abound. Pin-striped suit, white collar shirt showed his immaculate sense of dressing even for a man of modest salary, means and a humble family background. Day after day the ambitious young lad with eyes on the top job of the showroom, worked hard inspired by the men about whom this voracious reader had learnt and was impressed by the story of their lives. A shoe salesman, not a very prestigious job in the gaze of public, held a lot of promise for him and an assurance of feeding him and his parents, both at the cusp of their lives, at the end of the day. The sales-man surrounded by women and girls, beautiful, tall, voluptuous and slim and holding their feet, helping them wear red, blue, cream, leather, heeled and flat-soled shoes, never set his eyes on them but had a dream that he cherished, ...

Rushing, huffing-puffing at top speed without caring to look at the hustling vendors, the bustling crowd of the busy street. The man was being followed since he stepped out of the bus. Was she an admirer, or a stalker; he questioning himself while running at a steady speed. The woman dressed in leather pants and silk shirt had a dagger holstered in the right side bottom jacket pocket, he remembered, that brewed a twisted churning feeling in the stomach rising from thoughts of death, frustration of helplessness and guilt ridden soul. It was not long ago when he had met a woman to start a journey which his wife would call as an unfaithful one. Spent nights away from home and rich gifts had been known all along as he wasn't that good a liar. The short fling had turned into a torrid affair adding colors of pleasure ridden with guilt on the adventure seeking canvass of his mind. Little did he know the woman after him was a paid assassin and his death would be known as a...

J K Rowling running bowling; making millions runs Rushdie bats on the crease holding; millions people grudge Larsson gazing resting in heaven; Lisbon our beloved Jeff Archer colored persona creates; Kane n Abel's heaven on earth Ken Follett thrilled sits views the match Ayn Rand absent, too old Dan Brown's brain hatches conspiracies Under hot sun E L James feels cold John LeCarre arrives in his car wearing detective pants along sits angry Indians poor and old teeth grit n chanting rants Enter Amish Tripathi who is; new to the world of words enter lousy Durjoy who; knows how to sell the dirt. Pinstriped Italian suit-boot dude; Mario Puzo dons Godfather Easter brother in Indian suit; Ashok Banker remembers his father Steph King arrives along Cujo,his daughter and novel named Carrie Ian Fleming thumping chest flaunting his date Halle Berry Charlotte, Emily the Bronte sisters; poor but bringing classics 'Vernian discoverers' people call; f...

"A pound of flesh", Shylock asks "the merchant doesn't pay !" Says merchant "I would have paid the complete sum if a day you would have stayed" A slimy sly Jew one of few found in the big wide city his beautiful black braided daughter dreamy desired and pretty Standing in court the butt of joke he wants to make the merchant hordes of people supporters stand along stands best friend Bertrand A pound of flesh would kill as he would bleed and die of blood's dearth a good man would be lost, a lover, a friend from earth Stubborn Jew stands firm to tear sinew from his chest "the merchant unable to pay my debt", defends screams doing his best. The courtroom drama, melodrama of love, mag-amorous heroic ball, go and buy a Shakespeare's book- 'a merchant of Venice' we call.

Pin stripes cotton linen blend soft and fair, lovely shirt silky smooth, surface fit slick and crisp, hands grip. Complement spunky white cream pants hail my lords 'dreaming' heaven chants angel on earth, sending for you take a car you dashing dude. Black velvet pseudo-suede shoes white creme shade sole, Italy made makes one stare, deep breathe and sigh hyperboles man's ego high. Vrooming zoom! zoom! tires screech Mercielago people beseech Audi's circles in front four earned via spending sweat and gore. Lifestyle of men, living lush plush jealous ones crib and bitch, but hard work done by some gentry, deserve and; have hauteur existence rich

My wounds are sore, it is a tale fresh and raw, but seems of yore I am hurt scratched and scathed red lines cover flow down my skin eyes wide big,boy so big walking and running lost he is His fault just one, wrong decision aim was right but wasn't precise Door of upstanding tall pretty idol he stands once mighty and proud spreading his hands Cheeky boy cries, it ain't no lie he asks for death but cannot die. Parents sit tight, he's their bright light star of their eyes, hope of life.

Soda lemon ginger pop my school on the top. rocking boys naughty dudes canteen filled with spicy food.     Tennis court sandy, there are four attached with them are many a lore. Swimming pool deep, twelve feet depth eager dudes wearing undies ran and leapt. Library with big windows, flows ray of light spread long and wide, what a sight. clean and rich with books galore current , new and seeming from period of yore Red big building, small black windows square people stand with gaping jaw with surroundings unaware. Acre big soccer ground, audience cheers and sits around tense football match is on, nobody make a sound. Basketball courts red floored two large surrounded by fencing , no one allowed to barge Music hall drums, wooden sitar and guitar students compete, teacher create superstars I love you school MSM is your name you have loved me equal, our feelings are same.

Bah bah black sheep she has lots off wool fluffy puffy cute standing like a fool Grazing grass has nothing to do running hay wire shepherd runs too Black her color with white stripes grumpy face prodded screams ...yipes!! Brimming with pride there she stands; on her hind-legs and two hands I have friends too let me go or please let me roam to and fro. Shepherd shouts sheep you fool wolf stands outside waiting for you out you'll go she'll jump and prowl, and i will loose my precious wool Wool you gave is very warm i feed you well and keep strong God bless you, you are my life sending you for stroll will be stupid and wrong.

My life is a hazy maze dilemma filled vertigo spiraling into my brain through each thought, memory and grain I ask you upstanding effigy idol dressed so beautiful glee and glum together gifted deceived as a sugary plum Cohort of time standing at door asking me to pay the debt Wasted we were, they say; gripping daggers, it's a theft. I say you weren't a waste i just understood a Lil' late spite me time, you ain't wrong you fly fast, you may spate.