Ropes and Walls

Galaxies are moving away from each other,
let alone people. 

So lets tie them with ropes and hold them all together?

You think ropes would hold them, are you deluded?

You know, when I was a little boy, I made a rope out of words, it worked. People didn't just go away.

When you were a little boy, words had meanings, not anymore. 

Is that what growing up is all about?

Pretty much, but now you learn to build walls with words.

Kiss of Life

Did I tell you the story of that girl who made little birds in her room? 
Well, she made them out of nifty colours and papers and gently kissed them.
All of them.
The next morning she woke up to ardent tweeters and the smell of phosphate.

That’s how a kiss of life should be, berated the playwright to his actor, gentle and passionate, 
with a cherubic tinge of desire.

GATEWAY

A long time ago when the seemingly truculent Englishmen were plucking their chest hairs and fighting a great war, they had decided to build a gateway to their magical bastion of Calcutta, out of sheer practicality if one may surmise. 
Soon, the irons and steels had transmogrified into a behemoth structure that did boast of that ubiquitous imperial pride.

Although, years later it would forget its history, but the magic of its bones would require men to cross its path if they wanted to feel the ways of that magical city.

So the story goes as -in myths and fairy tales, if one wanted to taste the magic of Calcutta they must enter the city through its iron-gate,
for in a city where magic is weaved in feelings,
and only feelings
a ritual like that was very important.

Feminine

His usual miseries stemmed from a certain family prophecy, a story whose humor he couldn't appreciate when he was a little boy. 
The story predates his birthday, when his parents had prayed the deity for a girl child. But as a wise man must know, deities are aware of mathematical probabilities. 

So when he was born, none of the true believers were surprised.

And as he grew up, he felt the deity must have paid a little heed to his parents wishes and blessed him with asinine feminine qualities, thus he also suspected himself of being a brazen sexist. Honesty was his hallmark too, you see.

If these lines belonged to a novel, he could just be me, but then again I will just pass, due to obvious reasons, one being accused of too much megalomania. 

Strangers on the Net

I'll believe whatever you say.

We are practically strangers, anyway.

You are rhyming, I see

Singing colloquial epiphany.

Considering you are playing along, 

I don't think I did anything wrong.

And who knows what's wrong, what's right

Such is the whim of a deadpan night.

And, that would be an excellent status, I'd say,

 Also, you sound terribly forlorn, if I may.

That's the beauty of words, you know

Sometimes they darken and sometimes they glow.

Words are amusement of kinds,

Like this odd conversation, I feel, if you don't mind.

Odd is one, three, five and seven

It may still find a place in heaven.

And this could go on all Night,

 But would you want it to become Trite?

No, I would say, because it's late

And tomorrow I would need a clean slate

But this should go in a facebook note, if you want

The world must read such hackneyed rant.

Rum- A tiny story

‘When the Revolution came, the anti-satirical government bombed the erstwhile Presidency College which harboured the verbose rebels.’

Little mini who had read this in one of her father’s old book which was kept in the secret locker, had curiously tried to find out what the word Revolution meant. After all the dictionaries and the entire world wide web had failed her, she had approached her teetotal father, who in a wistful countenance had replied

‘It’s one of life’s Rum thing.’

Stick-figure

I drew a stick figure of a man with Red, and a woman with White. 
To make things interesting, I imagined them to copulate, and then after nine minutes I drew a pink stick figure of a little boy to complete the happy nuclear family. 
I showed it to my teacher, who said a boy shouldn’t be pink, so I killed him, and made another pink-girl.
My teacher was happy. 

This is how Feminism shall win, she winked.