Disappearance!

When mom shouted, I ran to dad for solace,

When dad was angry, I looked for mom’s embrace,

When both of them scolded me I looked for  God’s grace,

When God rebuked me,

‘I’ disappeared.

God disappeared.

Dad disappeared.

Mom disappeared.

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This World Is A Madhouse!

Lying down on a mattress on roof, with his head in the shed and rest of the body in sunshine, on a cold winter noon, he was thinking to himself:

“They say Mr. Sharma killed his wife by burning her to death because of greed. He wanted more dowry. Later on, he married again and became a saintly person who used to go to temple twice daily. He participated in religious movements but when it came about practicing what he preached his greed took over him and he was dishonest with the allocation of government funds. His son met a terrible fate and was shot in the spinal cord in a feud involving a girl. He died a painful death at a very young age leaving his entire family grief stricken. Continue reading “This World Is A Madhouse!”

Fa-la-la-la-la, unleashed!

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Fa-la-la-la-la, unleashed! 

Candles, Carols, Cake, is Merry Break. 

Departure of her; arrival of pain. 

Muddle along merriment, mixed with melancholy…  Continue reading “Fa-la-la-la-la, unleashed!”

Irene Adler!

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Irene Adler,

Richard Bandler,

Humpty Dumpty Down,

Frown on the gown,

To-and-fro

Frog and crow

Half way street

Not so discrete!

Merriment and laughter,

Saunter santa clauses

Eternal recurrence,

Darkness and scent

Phantom of opera,

Musketeers with mascara,

Gone with the wind,

Front and hind.

Never look back at abyss,

Shhh it might kiss!

Kissing will haunt.

Giving thousand taunts.

 

 

I Write Like Dan Brown Now!

For some background information on this article, please visit previous articles I Write Like Lovecraft and I Write Like Arthur C. Clarke!. This is an experiment I carry out every month because it’s fun and it helps me see if there are any changes in my writing style. I have not read any of the authors which show up in my analysis so far. Maybe, just a bit, that too a very long ago. For example, I read P. G. Wodehouse when I was waiting for my job after passing out from college. But that was that, never before or after!

 

Here are results from the latest experiment:

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Tintinnabulation!

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Tin tin, said ambulance in motion, in a commotion, frenzied zombie  respite despite!

Unexpected Guests!

Unexpected Guests

You walk into your home to find a couple you don’t know sitting in your living room, eating a slice of cake. Tell us what happens next.

 

Nietzsche says, there are no facts only interpretations. Actually, there is no objective universe out there. All universes are subjective universes, so you are constantly talking about your interpretations and you think that by getting many people to agree with you, you start talking about facts, but it’s never so. I neither read fiction, nor write it. I don’t think I write facts either. My interpretation of life events–the egoic cobwebs-do they qualify as facts or fiction or neither? I don’t know.

The prompt today immediately spoke to me. Not even a split second was needed to accept or reject it as a scene from an evening 3 years ago started playing in my mind. I went to attend an examination and as I returned and walked inside home – in the living room an elderly couple was sitting- eating a slice of cake. As soon as they saw me they stood up from their seats and both of them tried to touch my feet. I got startled at such respect and held their hands in air saying that there was no need to pay obeisance to me. I didn’t think that I deserved that. Then, my grandma who was sitting there with them told with a smile on her face that they were parents of a girl who was supposed to be my bride if I accepted the proposal. This annoyed me a great deal as I had become fed-up with all marriage proposals, especially this one in particular. The talk had been going on and on for many months. Continue reading “Unexpected Guests!”

Dusk

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Strange solace, an unfamiliar feeling, acceptance, tintinnabulation, beads on the rosary of existence.

If I Ruled the World…

If I Ruled the World

You’ve been given the superpower to change one law of nature. How do you use it?

First things first: I firmly believe that nature is infinitely more intelligent than human mind. The universe, in all its ways is perfect; way more perfect than I feel it’s. The tiny-puny human mind is mostly driven by base desires to rule over nature and that’s exactly why modern science creates ten problems where it solves one. I have been hearing about Cop21 and other things: typical human nature–create ten problems first and then start solving them. This is how ego lives. Ego can’t exist in peace, it can’t. It doesn’t love bliss. Bliss and peace are enemies of ego. They’re fatal for it. Imagine a very competitive, aggressive and upbeat head of your family, village, town or nation. What is he busy doing? Solving problems, eh? If he solves one problem he creates ten more. This is how ego survives. If there is no problem it will create one because it can’t live in acceptance. It is so scared of silence.

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I want a piece of mind

 

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I want a piece of mind

 

Nothing to fear but fear itself.

 

He arrived home, inside a coffin.

 

Are there dragons in this place? Continue reading “I want a piece of mind”