There are stories that don’t make sense
And because of that, they are great stories
Regaled over time, over centuries
And yet without the words
Because the story involves a woman and a man
All good stories – including even those that make sense
Always involve a woman and a man
Especially at the vulnerable moment – naked
Man and woman meet one time
The two do not have anything similar
Except because they are bipedal
And breath in oxygen
But then nature somehow makes them
Fall in love
‘We do not make sense,’ the woman swats him away.
The man does not go away
‘So does the universe,’ he responds
If he was a poet, he will rhyme
“That’s some up us,
We do not have make sense
Because the universe is made of so much nonsense,”
One time, even without any prompting
They realize that they have made a baby
They do not understand how it happened
Because nothing makes sense
It was an accident, they tell their parents
Well, they do not tell their parents
She tells her parents – all alone
Because that makes sense to her
But it does not make sense to her parents
And her boyfriend who has already fled to Chalbi desert
The little drizzle flowed into the well
The water gathered to commune
With thirsty men and women
Everybody knows it wouldn’t last
Even I knew it would not last
But I camped by the well
For days on end quenching thirst
Oblivious of the days I’d go thirsty
But then such kind of thoughts never gather
For in the little drizzle, I confused for abundance
I even became generous, dishing the little to strangers
Way before even my loved ones reached the well
I bragged that the well was my own bounty
For I have stayed longer beside this dry well
Waiting for the little drizzle
Nostalgia,
Jason Derulo hits a note
‘Just the thought of you
Just the thought of you
Gets me so hiiiiiiigh’
I am sitting alone in an empty classroom,
Chairs piled arranged as by someone
who was suffering from acute diarrhea
but had to get the job done
and to distract my loneliness
I whipped my phone and played Jason Derulo
And then the message came through
The lecture had bounced
I cursed
I missed a few hours of precious sleep,
For this?
Betrayal.
Betrayal.
A while early, the unwelcome sound of the alarm
Made me think ‘It dawns so early these days,
I just slept a few minutes ago.’
Back then sleep was not elusive
I tossed my belongings inside the locker
My roommate was also awake, sitting on the top bunker
Also wondering why dawn comes early
A quick shower and moments later I am out
The day dragged on as days always do
And when evening came
An ominous foreboding washed over me
The door to our hostel room was unlocked
Unusual
I checked my locker and my laptop was missing
And now, so many years later
Listening to Jason Derulo
I reminisce that dark morning
And I miss my laptop who we got unceremoniously separated
My precious poems went with it
when you mind your own business
slipping like a shadow through the maze
leaves them weary, ever wondering
who is this stranger?
what does he do?
why doesn't he have a girlfriend?
gosh! what's his name?
but then you slip through them
like a ghost, never saying as much as a word
it bothers them
it bothers them that you do not bother about them
it nags their empty brains
and when something goes wrong
it is that quiet guy
who does a good job at minding his business
gazing at the pale in the dark
and wonder what secrets it holds
or sees in the hideous souls of men
and women,
prowling in the dark
the moon sneaks behind the moon
as though going to bed
with a secret lover
but then it emerges again
and shines as though nothing happened
and life goes on
the throb of the night life
sings its tunes and dirges
awaiting another day
and another night
