The people of Kadalil could be fickle in matters of the heart. The tongue that joked could also be malicious. They allowed some affairs. In some cases, their interference was invasive and persistent, and made families #seethe with shame and rage, even self-destruct.
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2016/10/bumpkin.html
"Sorry," He said.
"Me too," The Other said.
For their soldiers, it was just another #skirmish over ideology.
"Sorry?" I said.
"You should have been the collateral damage," He said.
"Not your love," The Other said.
I left God, Devil and their crew to be all alone.
#vss365
Even pundits in the #realm of online dating would call our chat risqué:
-Can’t wait.
-Same here.
-Come.
-There?
-Kitchen's ready.
-Prefer kitchen?
-Where else?
There, her mom opened the door. “She told me to take her place.”
Pleasure-filled hour.
Cooking biriyani.
#vss365
from
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2021/10/coincidence.html
When they reached the mountain-top, she was exhausted, exhilarated and gave a whoop of #joy.
He looked at her and said, “You have bird-shit on your face and front.”
She glared at him.
He came close. With tissues, he wiped her face, slowly, with a light caress, cleaning her cheek, her jaw, the right side of her neck, her collarbone, a few specks on the collar of her shirt; he opened a button and wiped the last below the collarbone, a little above the right rising heaving breast. Then, he used another set of tissues with water and cleansing soap. He buttoned her shirt at the end. They looked into each other’s eyes a few times but they did not speak.
#vss365
from
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2010/12/4-deal.html
Here, we try to get the right moniker.
The goons go for the explicit: Machete Machaan, Acid Annie, Butcher Boobalan...
Got mine via my gfs: #Sweet Nothing.
They were Lollipop Lila, Crème Brindha, Payasam Payal. In jail for having lovers' private parts with dessert.
#vss365
"Is there a temple on this #skerry?"
"This is not a skerry. We call it thuruthu. There's a temple for lovers---the Place of No Return."
"Lovers?"
"Only couples are allowed. If they are truly lovers, they won't return."
"What happens to them?"
"What happened to us?"
#vss365
from
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2010/11/path-of-no-return.html
They let their fingers search, grasping, teasing, caressing each #hollow and vein, following the creases, the mounts and the valleys, racing, slowing, their breaths cooling and blowing winds that ruffle all those layers which years have deposited;
#vss365
1/4
close but a little away but closer than ever; no weeping willows, just tresses uncared but natural above, laying shadows; tears as dew or rivulets dampen, soften, the smell of earth ploughed fresh, each muscle straining to produce;
2/4
landscape urging the farmers, as they pluck, cut, dig deeper, harsh at times, kneading the flesh between fingers, feeling the texture, sensing what it is, what it should be; weeds ripped, searching up, below, side and over till the roots of disuse are gripped, mangled,
3/4
strangled, shed aside; little blossoms, tiny hair standing, trying, asking forgiveness, granted, growing; fingers feeling, nerves awakened, kisses, little bites, pinches, sucking tenderly; the morning over marshes of yesterday, the pasture of today, life, life, life...
4/4
from
https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-for-weekend-from-scrap-shop-v.html
I tried a dating site called Bonding.
In the bio-data, it asked
'#Element of:';
'Nothing', I said, of course.
People refused to swipe right on me.
I tried to change my bio. But I could not. I wrote to Customer Support. They replied: 'How can you bond?' Fair enough.
#vss365
It is an empty white room. He must have seen doubt on my face.
“Did you expect gods and demons? Or, deities and symbols with stories? Or, a #mirror to reflect the inner good or evil? Here, the power of the mind will do. Some call it insanity. Some call it black magic.”
#vss365
from
https://gatheredthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2010/02/from-behind-calm.html
For them, #elf_glory
must have been the light at the
end of the tunnel.
Just another traffic jam.
But, in 30 minutes, 37 dead.
It's the work of a god pissed off with all, they say.
The latter I am. The former? Hahaha if that's what you call the one in the middle.
#vss365
O wicked one! Why do you charm me so?
Life seems so light with its wish to join you,
But the gentle air alone caresses and beckons.
Memory slips away to that distant time
When with such a sight we delighted,
But now, your hand not in mine, I face Solitude’s #wrath.
#vss365
from
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-time-i-wrote-about-love.html
At the Wedding of my Love
Stop! Raise your chaste lowered eyes,
On this altar feel as fever of forever need dies.
Burning our illicit love in that wedding fire,
Add blood, sweat, us naked raw to that #pyre.
Bid adieu to naughty love of life
I am now relation, my love, my wife.
Stop! Raise your chaste lowered eyes
You spies!
#vss365
from
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2010/12/4-deal.html
I didn’t expect her to hit me. It was a hard slap.
“Stop thinking of her,” she said.
“She taught me how to love,” I said.
“My fool, what kind of #education did you have? Don’t you remember my first class about love?”
“What’s that?”
“Two is a crowd for ghosts.”
#vss365
Act I
He: I just want you to be with me.
She: Don’t be so needy for company.
Act II
(Actors have aged by 4 years.)
She: You don’t even touch me anymore.
He: Didn’t you tell me not to need your company?
(Note to actors: Add #venomous tone where required.)
#vss365
When the train stopped at my place, one of the passengers wondered aloud, "What's the opposite of #otherworldly? This is it. Who lives here?"
When I got down, they must have stared at the shadows around me on the platform. And, wondered why I did not have a shadow.
#vss365
It was black again. For the ninth time.
"Am I #hallucinating?" the lady next to me said.
She had been putting increasing bets on red.
I stuck to the minimum on black.
The croupier congratulated me the same way each time.
I waited for red, to say, "C'est la vie."
#vss365
#scifi
#story
-Have they had sex?
-Not even the latest gen can. Not with total consent. Without being vulnerable. Not under the influence of anything.
-Have you tried removing restricting parameters?
-Removed non-vocal expressions of the above. Didn't help.
-How did the older gen of human beings do it?
-They invariably raped. With six-sigma efficiency.
-How about ignoring the rights of any one party?
-That might help if we also make the other insensitive aka dead.
-We have to make them do it somehow.
-Why?
-Unless they have sex aka make love, they won't indulge in war.
-Is that the original sin?
-No. Creation wins that prize.
Here, we believe that the chasm between mortals and Gods is bridged during two stages of life.
The first, as a new-born baby till its sixth month. The baby can't enter religious places then. That is because one should not make Gods rise and acknowledge innocence.
The second, during the coming of age ritual on the day of the twelfth full moon after the twelfth birthday. At noon, the girl/boy has a grand feast with 37 items. One of the delicacies is poisoned. The kid has to have all but one item. How will the kid know which to reject? The kid can't pray. That gives a mortal hope and that's useless here. The kid has to allow fear to peak. It's believed that one can sense the poison only then. We believe that gods live with fear not hope nor faith. That's the price of immortality.
#vss365 #chasm
My wife has to meet my pals. I insist.
The first one would have loved me no less if I had Idi Amin or Mata Hari as buddies.
The second one was so mine-are-holier-than-thine, bah!
The latest is a fellow-prisoner's ex-wife. Her own gang's #yawp is worse than our bite.
#vss365
There's a lady here who is the doppelganger of my first love.
Everytime I look at her, I rewrite the last love letter I wrote.
"My dearest..."
It was left #incomplete because I knew she would tear it without opening it.
She thought I saw her in every woman I met.
#vss365
