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Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Doesn't Rhyme, Very Fine!



Tired

Crushed

Trumped

Rumpled, Rumpled, Rumpled

Intended

Pretended

Defended

Candid, Candid, Candid

Loud

Cloud

Flout

Aloud, Aloud, Aloud

Screaming

Beaming

Teaming

Creaming, Creaming, Creaming

The Asshole

The Whole

The Hole

Stole.......

It didn't rhyme anymore!  

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

When Fiona Settled for the Wrong Guy....


Cleansed was my soul,
My body felt whole,
Was I ready again?

No, not at all,
Grow a pair (of balls!),
He said in disdain.

Laughter couldn't escape,
Sorrow found no space,
Reaching for the red cape,
She found her own pace.

Slowly, Steadily, Smoothly,
She battled,
Readily and unblinkingly,
Tears rattled.

Her face,
Once a pretty picture,
Her daze,
Not looking for a greener pasture,

Turned away, Far Far away,
Towards an enchanting ogre,
She didn't know what to say,
Quite literally in a way,
Ahead of her, the greener pastures lay!

Friday, December 30, 2016

Those Stupid Men who Want to Play Cricket with us - Your disrespectful egoistic asses aren't invited anymore

 While I am usually very decent in my posts, this time I shall stop at nothing. Yes, we play cricket and no, we are not new. Hamare saath kheloge toh moonh ki khaoge, sale kutte, behen ke laude. Agli baar ladki dekh ke nayi hai sochne se pehle 20-25 baar soch liyo teri ma ki.

aur ye jo bachcho wali ball tune hamko daali na...apne ghar pe jaake daal samjha na. How many adults can hit a shot at completely dead balls? DEAD BALLS..the one's you bowled and yours too. Oh and it's not like I didn't realise many of you abused your overs while bowling but mene bhi bacha samajhke chod diya.

You assholes need to understand that just because we belong to the so called fairer sex,
it doesn't mean that you automatically assume we are new to the game. We grew up playing this game. Aur handbag ki size ka wicket nai hota re nariyal. 3 baar meri ball pe out hua toh samjha na jhantu.

ye apna saman apne pant me toh rakh nahi sakte saale kutte...bade aaye hamko slow ball daalenge. And not making us out on purpose? I am proud of those shots on your dumbass dead balls. Tu toh defensive khelta..naya hai na tu.

Agli baar ladki log ki izzat nai aati toh saat me mat kheliyo. Apne pant ke andar ka samaan leke kayi aur jaiyo. Samjha na fuddu kahin ka. badtameez, beakal admi.

And the other one who came to offer us fielding services, telling us, we won't run too much, upar ka pad be...tere liye bhi likha hai...

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Bond Over Books!


When the same kind of feeling is aroused between two or more people, they form a bond. Books so far have known to form the best of bonds among people. Stories have come a long way from cave walls to leaves to papers to books and finally, twitter. Yet, there is still some soul in the carvings and in the smell of a paperback. In spite of the Kindle taking the market by storm, books haven’t really gone old.

Moreover, one look at two people talking about the same novel and you know they have struck a long lasting friendship or if nothing else, they definitely share the linkage of reading that exact same thing to its very core.

Books can lead to very interesting relationships among people. Sometimes you argue upon the plot, sometimes you find that you share the same philosophy and sometimes, you bunch up and review the book. Sometimes you discuss the movie that has been adapted into a book and at some other extraordinarily fantastic times, you end up co-writing fan fiction.

As you see, bonds aren’t always forceful, boring, legal, financial et al. They can be beautiful as long as the books exist. You could form a connection over war and who would have thought that’s possible. No bloodshed, no weaponry, just words and more words. Or for all you know, you could be indulging into a literary war and forming a love-hate relationship with a fellow reader.

When you read a romance novel and then, you find someone else, who also likes the genre, you light a spark of your own. You can get yourself a date or you could get yourself married all thanks to a book! And if you are into soft porn, boy, the books give you ideas! Ideas you couldn’t ever have thought of!

Needless to say, those friendships formed over the love of books help you gain and share knowledge and worldly wisdom and even if you don’t talk to this person for a very long time, that special bond that you formed over the liking of reading is always going to stay.

So, go on and form a beautiful bond over books!

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Those Synonymous Opposites....

Is it just a feeling or is it more?

Dragging along, finally sore?

Sticky, tired, dirty and bored,

Yet, he surely had me floored.

How does he do it, remains unknown,

Seeds of pure hatred have been sown,

Flew, Flow, Flown, Fly farther and away,

Yet, my head would spin and my feet sway.

As he rattled on some knowledge unquestioned,

His ego slowly flared up and soon bludgeoned,

Along with a fat belly, making of a fine busy bee,

Nope, try as you may you definitely cannot not see.

Outlets you ask for but there aren't any faucets there,

Hence, it gets bottled up and stuck in the old ware.

To open it, you shouldn't have dared,

Because now, hidden anger flared,

Like the wraths of enormous winds,

Its a war that ultimately wins.

The deal is to repair the losses caused,

To push away the flow that has paused,

A strong, silly and senseless bond of love,

Its a steep downfall in the steadily growing curve.
 

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Looking the Other Way!

Hey you sad feeling,

Let me work!

Anger, empathy, excitement and happiness,

All, let me work!

The desire to sleep,

The urge to party,

The melancholy that forces thinking,

The books that stare,

Leave me alone with my work!


Stifled Dreams,

Modi Bhakts,

Feminism,

Men,

Get out of my head,

Let me work!


Creating a space in my own space,

Chair, Table, laptop and cups of coffee,

Never did I ever think it was meant to be,

Something else defines belonging for me.

Its alright with me anyway, its alright with me...
Let me work..... Let me!

Monday, March 14, 2016

There's pi in it!

Opinions without 3.14 are just onions. :P

Apiece has a piece of pi in it and so does piece.

Pilot without 3.14 is one of the lot.

Pirate is the rate of 3.14.

3.14 or pi lies somewhere in the middle of capitalism.

Depiction can't be complete without 3.14.

Hell, Epic can't be complete without 3.14!



In fact, Gopi had some 3.14 on her or else, she'd just go :P

And Hopi without 3.14 would simple be a Ho'

Magpie would simply be Mage, Now, that's a thought,

Tropical would never do without 3.14

After all, it has spies and rapists, hoping around, 

Roping the pile, Pining for 3.14...