Ruins

 Bare knuckle honesty found me in the quiet, leaving me scattered in the wreckage of my own truths. Each moment held a smidgeon of clarity I had long ignored. In that stillness, something almost oracular whispered back, urging me to face what I am, and what I can no longer pretend to be.

Lockdown Unlocked

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She waited for him when earthquake had occurred.

His reason was visa problem and the real reason was negligence.

She waited for him when floods had occured.

His reason was being busy and the real reason was priorities.

She waited for him when the roof was leaking.

His reason was that plumber is required to fix it and the real reason was belittling.

She waited for him when their land in the village was encroached .

His reason was that the land wasn't worth fighting and the real reason was flight expenses.

She waited for him when she fell ill due to a virus.

His reason was no flights due to lockdown and the real reason was the fear of contagious virus. 

No wonder she always loved her son. He always loved himself. 

She was home quarantined and was spending her time looking at wall photo frames  while he had changed his whatsapp DP on mother's day with beautiful quotes.

She was waiting for the unlocking of lockdown where as for him there was always a  Lockdown.

She has never stopped being a mother and he never stopped being himself .

She has won over the virus but he is yet to look beyond the self imposed Lockdown. 

She was asking for love where as he was masking realities .

What is your Lockdown?

Quotations? Or masked quotations??

Sanity or Sanitiser ??

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Chemistry

All these days, I was like an electron , always trying to get out of the outermost orbit to find a suitable atom. ... I found a stable atom in you and I did hop to your outermost orbit ... But then like any electron, I was constantly trying to get to the very much you, the nucleus.

In those two days spent in your atomic space,  I was that electron .... I was stable with you, still unstable .... May be because you , the nucleus, highly stable, is full of protons , and the electron has to become a proton, in order to be within the nucleus . ..

But then all I want to say is that electron loves this beautiful nucleus studded in a beautiful atom .... because this electron's affinity for nucleus protons is more than its own charge .

Love you ,
Dear Proton

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An abondoned pagal electron , strucked in Badmaashi Quantum Duality

Hold My Hand

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Why is it happening to me?
Why me?
Why are you leaving?
Why are you leaving to live ?
Why are you leaving to love?
Why are you leaving to live in love?
Are you just leaving or leaving me?

Or, Why were you made to leave me?

Why was it designed this way?

Who scripted it?

Why the inevitable separation?

Show me one man...
At least one person
in this entire existence...
Across Universes

Who loves you more than me
Who knows you more than me
Who cares you more than me
Who lives for you more than me

My life was all about you

Your unblemished smiles and happiness

Your ethereal presence and essence

Your innocuous choices and passions

I lived in your beautiful world

I am not letting you go

It is you who has the final say
I am no more me
I have always lived through you

Am boxed in your memories

Intangible and shriek

with crushing inexplicable pain

and torn worn-out neurons 

Come back ! My Dear!
Look at me
Give me a Hug
Hold my hand once
Show me the direction you always wanted us to go
Say loudly and Elatedly,"Papa, Let's Gooooooooooooooo!"
For one last time!

Come back! My Child!
For one last time!
Wipe my tears with your tiny hands
Feed me with you tender hands
Play with me like a princess!

Let me breathe in your lap
Let it be the final one
Let it be eternal
Hold it in your hand
Let it be with you
Let me be with you

Hold our memories
Hold our times
Hold our plays
Hold our mischief
Hold our love
Hold me

**From the last page(Day) of a Father's Diary(life)

-()-

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Bow-wow - 55 Fiction

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Dogs are territorial, egoistic and selfish beings.
Dogs need constant praise and pamper to treat you with favours.
Dogs want you to hate people belonging to other Dogs. 
Fiction projected Dogs as supreme beings with magical powers and humans believe it.
Dogs are fake, yet sacred and its a Secret.
............
Now replace Dog with God 

-()-

PS : Dogs must be lazy !

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BeLoved

"... An intuitive desperate cognition with all it's neural schemas and neural patterns, clubbed with unblemished perceptions, crossing pragmatic horizons, beyond elated fantasies, and planes of acute dichotomy, made it's maiden leap to unveil all the vivid stigmas, in a much eccentric helix, gliding along the swarm of unmasked feelings and riding with ecstatic emotions of exuberance, to touch and feel the rarest invisible string of an enigmatic persona, only to realize that the ergodic coordinates of time surpassed his 'let it happen' probable syndrome as the paradigm shift was perpendicular, yet parallel, to the axis of their life ...."
......
...

It doesn't matter to her.

She had her Coffee and left, to be herself.

-()-

Erase a Race

They say, in India, that caste based Reservations are rampant and menacing, and hence, they want to unravel it...

But,

They never want to unravel the caste factor, which is prevalent in every mode of social life, in India, right from rampant untouchability practices, across the nation, to menacing caste based vote bank politics.

By the way, when will God unravel the rampant tradition of reserved caste based access to priesthood and stop the menacing practice of marriage within own caste.

-()-

PS : Written for 3WWW for the hints Menacing, Rampant and Unravel

Free Noose

It was night
The noose was tight
With all their might
and towering height

Some were right
Under the White
Some were Left
With their own Light

The old man was quiet
Though he might...
He was bright
with his write .
Great.

It was their right
now everyone's right
It was not a slight
but a giant Fight

From a leap to a flight,
When the light lit
No one was left
Neither Bhagath nor Bose

Again, it was night...
The noose was made lite
For some great Knights
Quite quietly , 1947.

-()-

Tears-55Fiction

She cried
She cried more
She got tired
She cried again
And again
She cried louder
She has been crying since she shot him dead an hour ago.
She has been crying all these years
He was her father.
She was crying with pain,
looking into her mother's eyes.
Her mother was holding the gun.

Her-55 Fiction

I saw him killing her brutally.
Her mother cried. 
Her mother's love too cried.
His mother supported him in killing.
His mother's love too supported him, mercilessly.
I was in her womb, for months, 
and now, in her dead body's womb...
I am dead before i could open my eyes.
Because,
Again, I was 'Her'!

-()-

D-Debit to Life

We defeat and demean ourselves in delectable digital digits and discouragingly  distorted dimensions, and dig deeply into the daily dumb diploma of drafted  diplomacy, with our disgraceful dreaded deeds dancing, definitely and desperately, to the dwarf and dull tunes of dragging decorative desires and deadly dangerous damn dusky destinations, only to dip and dab our disappointingly deceiving dim death, and dire dignity, in the decomposing debris of deformed and dethroned defective dark deserts.

Colour of Holi

In a deep tight sleep
You always keep digging
for that one Fragment
Why why why ???

The morning sun-rays
falling on your face
Through that little devil gap of window...
You are still in that darkness
that sleep, that dream...
without realising that your eyelids are shut

You know this second 
Only half of you is present here
You dont know ,
what the other half is doing 
in the world beyond the planets

Dream is your language
It shows you in ten mirrors

You live bit crazy in that world
Exactly the way you wanted to live here
Floating your body like a free bird
You fathom your mind depths
beautifully and cheerfully 
with Hugs
without complaints 
Even it is wounded or sick

In this world,
Unfortunately,
There is one and only one meaning
For the sentences We write...

Now, the sunlight has filled your room
Not knowing that there is one more night in you
You are moving away and away
Opening all the doors beyond the doors
without any direction
without any destination

By the way,
Do you remember that one 'Fragment'?
Do you know in which Script it is ???
Do you remember that Dream?
Do you know in which Colour it is ???
Ok.
Do you know in which Colour it was ???

                                  -()-
PS : Happy Holi

More Love

She died...
His soulmate died...
He was in depression...
He wrote a book about their love...

It clicked ...
More prints...
Popularity....
And more....
More choice...
New world...
He met another girl...
Another love 'happened'

He is planning his second book...
About Love...
Again...
New ... And
More...

Mask

Is this a mask?

Yes!

Masked to?

Another mask!

Where is the face then ?

It is beyond many masks...

Is that real face?

No. It is a coloured face.

Is that true colour?

No. It is media-shopped....

Is that real media

No. It is masked

Masked by?

Masked by real estate.

Is that estate real

Not just real, it is colorful. it is politically invested and infested

Are you talking about Modi?

No. I am talking about central mask

Are you real?

No. I am also a mask

Colored mask?

No. Plain mask.

Is plain mask good?

It is more dangerous than coloured mask

Why?

Because plain mask can be colored by any color

Am I a plain mask or colored mask?

You are none. You are just a color

Which color?

Colour of price and prejudice

OK. So I am a color and you are a mask. Right?

No. You are a mask but unfortunately you are standing before a mirror.

So I am not colored right?

No. The mirror is coloured

Sure?

Yes. But Your spectacles are also colored

Sure?

Yes. But your eyes are also colored

Which color?

Color of price and prejudice

So finally I am coloured right?

No. You are masked

How come? Which mask?

Masked by color.

I will kill you. Just tell me what is the difference between mask and color

Its You

Where?

In Between mask and color

Completed?

No. Finished.

Oh my Dog!

......and in such critical, crucial  circumstances, then came Lord Kalki, the tenth avatar of Vishnu, ......he fought bravely on a winged white horse with a big blade and destroyed all Facebook servers with his super artificial powers .... finally he had killed the demon called Facebook and saved this wonderful wavering world from apathy, illusion, self-praise and ignorance.....Hmmm that sounded good because that was the last avatar of Vishnu.....no more 'would be' god list......and there after people lived happily with twitter ..... Tweeting about the originally created miracles of Kalki..... After few years some so called highly intellectual script writers created wife and son for Kalki.......and to praise their god family they have created facebook again........ This is called Vishnu maaya......Vishnu Leela..... God goes on ........ Oh my Dog!.

Lovelie

Long book no face...
Long face no look...
Long look no book..

Long life no you..
Long you no love..
Long love no life..

Long book no look
Long life no love

Long look no face
Long love no you

Live long love life
Long live love life
Live life long love
Love long live life

Straight Nose

They came across from Central Asia...
Carrying rituals and sacrifices , and 
Badge of Language
Badge of Chants
Badge of Thread
Badge of Purity

They conquered and converted 
The dark and brown plains of India
with stories and Literature 
Badge of Language

They controlled and commanded 
The tribes and sects of India
with multi theism and mythology
Badge of Chants

They divided and segregated 
The works and classes
with divine texts and sacred rules
Badge of Thread

They isolated and marked 
The wells and temples
with tradition and sanctity
Badge of Purity

They have darkened our culture
They have darkened our dark skin
They have darkened our identity

We have accepted them
As Hosts and Brothers
But they still think we are a liability 

                                       ---()---

PS : Written for 3WW, with words Badge, Darken and Liability

Commitment - 55 Fiction

Note:- 55  Fiction infers to fictional writings limited to 55 words



"Its been over 2 years since you had promised us"

"I will definitely perform this year....."

"It's the last chance . We have provided convenient conditions and managed the media "

"Ok!!!"

"You have to do it . Else , you will lose all the projects as per our contract" . . ..
...........  
.....
And within few days , he has hit his dream century

                                             ---()---

It was second innings of world cup final between two Asian nations.

The team required fifteen runs in the last over

He was playing with strong determination

Score board read four runs from 1 ball

He was on 99

Bowler was pacing .

Before he could strike the ball, the only thing struck in his mind was Contract

Are you SWEET or NICE ? Good ?

Respected(Expected so) Sri Police Sir,

Our India is a FREE country... with DEMOc'RACY'.
All Indian politicians, living and dead, and religious leaders are very good and nice persons....also Great(capital G).
Indian government is very very good (two verys) and nice....sweet also.
Indian police also is good sweet ....like honey....FINE
Indian laws are sweetest sweet...add 'the' before sweetest.
My Indian sweet English is should be also good ... am blushing(Posh)
I will always praise everything which is Indian..... Bhaarat also(Ayyo! i forgot Bhaarath what..)
Only, We Indians are very Ggreat in this bad corrupt poor hypocritical world....HurtBEAT.
There are two types of people in our Mother India, Nice and Sweet.
Sometimes nice Indians are sweet and sweet Indians are nice ...
So we Indians are Nice Sweets.....with lots full of plenty goodness ...
We love all 'cultures' and 'languages' in India......dont ask me WHY
All Indian Wise matured modern laws are totally citizen friendly like Free Gifts....Dhamaka offer!!!....No Sale!
Indian government allows all good-sweet-nice expressions as per Indian Constitution's 'Right to Freedom(Xpress)' ..... ONLY
beCause India is so very much perfect ..... so much that even no one can tell and say how much .......what much also ...... that much perfect it is.....I tell you....more perfect than the word 'perfekt'..... Yes no?
I have by-hearted this answer as i am a good by hearter and so give me full marks with first rank only..... SUCCESS.... only for me

So, please do not ARREST me Sri Sir...
Arrest only those people who write bad sweets on all the walls, faces and books...On LINEs ....all LIEs only 
................
.......
Thank you a Great Sir.
Your's  Highly obedient and submissive sweet, with nice good 
-()-

PS : I did not add any 'smiley' ......... searched 'letter writing' in Google.
PPS : PS means Post Script. Ignor Ispeling mistakes.....Please!.... Request only no. 

Keep Running

They make us to run...
Just for the sake of running
to set their business in motion...

They even disturb peace 
to sell their arms
to run the war

They even sell diplomacy
to dump their products
to run their economy

They have a vision
They want everything in motion...
to continue their hegemony 
to continue their domination 

They are the masters of capitalism...
We are the slaves of capitalism...

They are the drivers of the world
with a self interested vision....
A vision which is less peaceful and full of motion...

-()-

PS :Written for 3WW with words Motion, Peaceful and Vision