our clutch of death

 

The night the shorn trees

Broke free from our clutch of death,

#Naivete's end.

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from 'An Inequality Between Equals'

 

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Finding his shoelaces undone, Mr. Bhaskar raised his leg onto a nearby step and bent over. 

His boss, still in party mode, remarked loudly, "Now, isn’t that a rump worth a hiding?" And, she spanked his bottoms, just once but loud and visible to all gathered there.

He stood to attention. Mrs. Bhaskar’s round eyes got rounder, fury nearly brimming over. She tried to #console a sheepish-looking Mr. Bhaskar, "Oh love, how you must feel! Please do not be hard on yourself. It's not your fault."

The other females kept their head lowered, clearly relieved that their mate’s behind was not involved. The men were divided. Most had an expectant look towards the amused boss. The rest, the conventional straight-laced lot, proudly turned nationalist and decided to resist a custom borrowed from a colonial past. 

Mr. Bhaskar remained silent. He wondered if he should tell his wife that it's fine for a woman to slap a man’s behind, and probably a woman’s too, even though it is deemed inappropriate for a man to do so to a man or a woman. 

In such matters, it is impossible to be equals.

from

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2014/01/an-inequality-between-equals.html

from 'Releasing Blood'

 

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What would this life be– 

in the promised hundred– 

if this be the remembered one?

Born to be one, the heart to pound alone,

Any company but solitude be folly.

Yet, one dances on the #razor’s edge,

Forsaking reason, hope on love’s pledge,

In a path in the wilds, round and round,

Losing, realizing the right path–yet nowhere bound,

That be the fate of souls in mortal clay,

Bruised or hurt, seeking unknown pain each day.

from

https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2009/10/releasing-blood.html

Why do I see us in every love story?

 

Why do I see us in every love story?

Is it because there was no us

And any story #tends to be better?

But there was a time for us

And we could have made our own tale,

Maybe that's not the truth

Not the lie not the half-truth.

Why do we hate love stories?

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before you fall off

It's a #stunning ride

In the luggage compartment

Of a packed train,

Seated on the floor 

By that door

Legs dangling out,

There are no mates 

Better than the nobody there,

And you need a mate

To wake you up 

Before you fall off

The train to stunning nowhere.

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#truestory

 

gallows humour

 

Waiting for doctor,

It's tough to think about love.

Yama's no Cupid.

But, gallows humour

Sounds truer than TLC.

But, truth is not nice.

With one foot in grave,

Revenge and #victory lose

Their place to slumber.

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in that tunnel

 

Those who have been near death

Talk of some #luminous marvel

At the end of a pitch black tunnel.

Those who have not been near death

Think there's power outage in their tunnel.

There's another lot

In that tunnel.

They don't say or see much.

They are nowhere everywhere.

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gods and i

 

Is it #trickery

When gods apply Murphy's Law

To decide my life?

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To pen

 

To #pen a new line.

To edit by the rules.

To erase the spirit.

To succumb to readers.

To forget senses dead.

To pen the last line.

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from

https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-pen-2003.html

one thing good about war

 

“There’s one thing good about war:

News—total BS,

Everyone’s a murderer,

And there are no friends.”

“For true writers who balance truth with lies, support #wavers:

There’s too much fiction,

History gets a chapter,

Can’t even sell love.”

“Ah! Bad!”

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