Thursday, November 30, 2017

Summer Romance

It was almost nine P.M. All the windows of both the trains had been foggy for a while. The condensed water drops were racing between themselves and were still not tired. Dinner would be served to the passengers in a few minutes. Everyone's whiling away their time till then. It was the summer season and the teenage girls on their trip have not stopped talking since they got aboard the train bound for the beach. On the other hand, there was a group of rather subdued children on the other train who had just wrapped up their holiday at the beach and were heading home.

Whitney was bound for the beach to spend some time away from work. She had been swamped the last few days and was thinking of quitting soon. "Maybe I could just take a break and do a short trip" she thought, "maybe I could even meet someone!" So she had taken leave and headed out armed with a few books,sunscreen and her swimwear.

On the other hand, Tom had already spent time away from work for a few days and was returning home. He hadn't met anyone interesting on his trip. He had had a break up a few months back and was at the point where he had gotten over the relationship and wanted to finally date someone else. But as fate would have it, there was no one who wanted to go out with him.

The night had darkened considerably and a thick fog shrouded the hills and forests outside. Visibility had dropped to near zero and both trains were already running behind schedule.

Tom and Whitney, alien to each other, were on their smartphones. Both of them were on the same online dating app, swiping left and right furiously. There seemed to be no perfect match for them out there in the world. But all at once, Whitney landed on Tom's profile the same time Tom landed on Whitney's and both of them stopped.  Scrolling through each other's profile details, they were both wondering the same thing, how they had been looking to meet someone and a dating app had been the solution all along!

They reached the end of each other's profiles at the same moment and within an instant both of them felt like they were lifted off the ground and spun swiftly into the air; the next thing they knew they were standing on a wide grey square in an empty city looking at each other across a fountain. After a few seconds of silence filled with surprise and shock, Whitney was the first one to finally speak,
"What just happened!!"
 Tom stared for a few more seconds before he was able to speak.
"I don't know! What just happened?"
"I don't know either. That's what I just asked you.... wait, you're Tom, aren't you?"
"Erm, yes, how do you know who I am?"

Whitney paused, unsure of what to say. She looked around at her surroundings. Where were they? There were tall buildings all around them, each of them painted grey and without windows; the entire city seemed to be devoid of life. "Like Chicago without colors", she thought to herself, "and the wind!" as an afterthought.

"Hi, you are Whitney, aren't you?"
His voice snapped her back to the present - how did he know who I was?
"Yes, I am but how did you know that?"
"That's what I just asked you, how do you know my name is Tom?"
"Well, I don't know how to explain this, I was on a train and.."
"Wait wait wait wait, you were on a train?"
"Yes, why?"
"I was on a train too, travelling back from Sandbar Beach."
"I was on my way to Sandbar Beach!"
"That's weird, but how did you know who I am? We have never met and I am pretty sure we weren't on the same train in which case there might have been a chance of having seen you somewhere, but that's not it."
Whitney shrugged and said, "Well, I was in the train and on an online dating app scrolling through profiles...."
"..and you got to my profile and the next thing you know is you are standing here?"
"Yeah, wait, how.. ? Did the same thing happen to you too?"
"Yeah, I just got to your profile and found it mighty interesting and the moment I finished reading through it I felt like I was spinning in the air and here I was at the fountain!"
"The same thing happened to me, I got to your profile and found you pretty interesting so I started reading through your profile. The instant I got to the end, I felt the spinning sensation you mentioned and here I was!"

Both of them paused and looked at each other, breaking into a smile after a few seconds.
"She has such light brown eyes", thought Tom to himself as he smiled at her. There was definitely something about her.

"Well, I don't really know what to say right now, this is all a little too strange" , said Tom.
"Yeah, that's true, but I think let's just start with 'Nice to meet you' and take it from there" Whitney said and extended her hand towards him. Tom was pretty handsome in real life too.
"Yeah,nice to meet you too!" said Tom, and shook her extended hand.

"Well, now what?" said Tom, looking around, "what do you reckon this place is?"
"I have no idea, it's just buildings everywhere, I can't see a person anywhere nor shops or cars, is this even a real city?"
"I am as clueless as you are; even the fountain has no water in it. And weirdly, if you notice the five roads leading away from this square, they are all a little too black, isn't it? "
"Yes you are right, everything about this place is strange, kind of gives me the creeps"
"Well, you wouldn't be the only one to have goosebumps, even I am a little creeped out." said Tom, rubbing his hands together,"It's also a little chilly,isn't it? I wish I had a coat or something."
"Yeah I know, but it's summer, I didn't even have any warm clothes with me" , said Whitney, patting her own cheeks,"Wasn't really expecting whatever this is to happen!"

Then, still patting her cheeks, she said, "So what do you wanna do? Should we start walking up along one of these roads and see where that goes?"
"Yeah let's do that, it might just go somewhere where there are people; plus it'd give me a chance to get to know you a little better than your online profile."
Whitney smiled. He was charming in a way, this Mr. Tom Smith.
"Sure", she said.


As they reached the start of the nearest road they noticed that there was a signboard where normally the street name sign usually is in a big city. In bold capital letters it read, "DO NOT LOOK/TURN BACK TILL THE FIRST RIGHT TURN"
"This just keeps getting weirder. Maybe we should walk down one of the other roads, what do you think? said Tom.
Whitney was still looking at the sign and nodded, "Yeah let's".

They walked over to the next street. The same sign hung stolid over the pavement on this road too. Deciding to try the next one, they went around in a circle discovering that all the roads had the same sign hanging where they started.
"Well, I am really at a loss for what to do, maybe we should just stay at the fountain and wait?" said Tom.
"Wait for what? There's no one here!"
"Well then, what do you suggest we do?"
"I say let's just start walking down one of these roads, we'll keep each other company and talk to each other, that way we might not feel the need to turn back and wonder about the sign till that first right turn."
Tom shrugged and said,"Okay, there's really not much of a choice here huh? Let's do this. Take my hand."

She clasped her partially cold fingers around his, looked at him and they stepped on to the black road. And with that first step, they realized that the black road surface was not like roads they were familiar with- it seemed squishy in some places and brittle in others. Whitney's heels sank right into the road at one point but then the road itself crumbled at that spot.
"Whoa! what is this?" she cried and started fumbling. Holding hands, both of them started treading carefully as if they were walking in a bog.
"Whatever it is, don't look back, the road surface is just weird like everything else in this place we arrived, let's just go on" said Tom.
"Alright alright, don't let go of my hand though"
"No, I'm not letting that go!" said Tom and grinned.

As they walked down the road towards that first right turn, unknown to them, the road behind them began to move. Though they did not realise it, the entire road was made of charred human bodies- bodies that were not fully alive nor dead; the whole width of the road was covered with them. Each of these bodies started sitting up to watch Tom and Whitney walk further away.The entire stretch of the road was stirring, each body laid on the stretch sitting upright and then standing up slowly. The first of the lot started shuffling forward, pushing the others in front of them until an entire part of the road had emptied and all the charred bodies were moving in unison like zombies towards human flesh.

Tom and Whitney walked on for what seemed like an eternity before Tom spotted the turn.
"Hey look!" he shouted,"There's the right turn, c'mon quickly, let's see what happens over there!"

Both of them started walking as quickly as they could over the squelchy and brittle road surface.
The moment they reached the turn, they noticed that the road changed into the normal grey they were used to. The buildings had color and windows and they could even see shops, cars and people in the distance. What was happening?
Their hands were still clasped around each other's; Tom said, "Hey, we made it. Wherever this is, we made it."
"Yeah" Whitney said and smiled. "Let's see where this goes now, yeah?"
Tom grinned back.

As they turned in the new direction, out of the corner of her eye, Whitney spotted movement to her right. She looked to her right.
"Holy shit, what is that?!" she shouted.
Tom turned to where she was looking and let out a stifled gasp. "What the .....!"

But before he could finish his sentence, both of them felt an almost familiar tug and within a fraction of a second, they were pulled apart and spun into the air into darkness.

********

Aziz walked down to the deli like he did every day for his morning coffee and a fresh bagel. As he waited for his order, he took out his cellphone to get up to speed on the day's news. The first headlines and the news article caught him off guard-this was major news! It read:

TRAIN COLLISION NEAR SANDBAR BEACH

In one of the biggest railroad mishaps of this century, a railway track switch failed to work on the Western Expressway Line; two trains bound for and away from Sandbar Beach on the same railway track collided in a fatal crash after the switch failed to divert the two trains to two separate lines. One of the engines in one train's locomotive exploded propelling fire through most of both the trains. The fire is now under control and emergency crews are at work. Regrettably, all lives were lost to the massive fire and the collision except for two people who  are now being treated at the nearest hospital after being flown away on medevac choppers. They have been identified as Tom Smith and  Whitney Perrine. We extend our condolences to the families who lost their near and dear ones. 
More details to follow on the incident. Keep watching this space.

Years

They say I am funny,
she doesn't think so;
she needs a whole other
world of convincing
about my humor.
They say I am cheerful,
she doesn't believe it;
she needs to see for herself
what lengths I'd go for her
when she's unhappy.

Old school laughter
over inconsequential trivialities,
this life will be worth it
if she sees me for who I am.

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Lover

Cheap bottles of whisky
can't even close my eyes;
I lie awake endlessly
scribbling afterthoughts
and delusions
only to burn them to smithereens
later on at dawn.

Maybe you're crazy to
believe I'm crazy.
Maybe I'm crazy
to believe I'm sane.

Stop slithering in
to feed on my apnea.


Monday, November 27, 2017

Control

Morning replaces the flickering heartbeat
of the gentle stars with all it's might
to be overthrown again by the graceful moon
leading her army of stars.

I keep flaring and fading away too,
gliding through the motions,
relative to her impulses and desires.



Longing

He stumbled headfirst into the deep vat
filled with the sluggish maroon
they used to make fake blood from
for the movie industry.
Unable to find footholds or cracks
on the wooden sides and unable to swim,
he drowned almost instantly
in the heaviness of the color.

Sunday, November 26, 2017

"If You See Her, Say Hello"

"She might think that I've forgotten her, don't tell her it isn't so."


She'd made up her mind
to smile a whole lot differently
when she was not with me.
And once she made up her mind,
I knew I had no other choice
but pretend to forget what could have been.


Friday, November 24, 2017

In a room full of people, I love you.

"You know how you're supposed to feel all tingly and romantic when he says "I love you" to you the first time?

Well, I didn't. I panicked.

We were in a room full of people, people who were my close friends - it was a small party- but no one knew we had been dating for a while. The secretiveness of it made everything more exciting somehow.

We were talking about a new dress I had been designing. Suddenly, out of the blue, right in the middle of the conversation, he said with the greatest ease, "Hey, I love you".
I just kind of got caught by surprise and then I got anxious. Panic crashed onto the shore in waves and spread through my body in an instant. I looked around frantically to check if anyone had overheard. I really hadn't been expecting this!

No one was near enough to have overheard. "Whew!" went my brain.
I turned back to him and smiled. "What a smart idiot this one was! Springing it on me out of nowhere! Making sure no one was around", I thought.  He had chosen the moment wisely. It also seemed that he had expected the panic and was waiting for my reaction patiently. He grinned cheekily at me.

"I love you too", I whispered.

"You're so beautiful." he whispered back, staring straight into my eyes and tucked a strand of hair behind my ears. And with that, the goosebumps rushed in.

From those days of hushed and secretive "I love you"s in rooms full of people to today when here we are here, standing at the altar, in front of everyone, not one bit of the excitement has diminished.
I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you. "

Thursday, November 23, 2017

Bottled

Canned worms.
Can't worms
be given a chance?
Or should we overrule
their existence forever?

Stranger Feluda

Satyajit Ray's Feluda meets Stranger Things meets 8Bit music
Stranger Feluda

Underwater

The sun shimmered in like always
photons dancing with the bubbles, in love.
The world outside was ever so unclear
ever so unimportant
till you decided to stop by.
The sun ray peeking in got
blocked for a second and I had to know
what the reason was.

I didn't want to scare you so
I rose up from the sandy bed and
made my way up quietly,
making sure I stayed beneath the surface all the while.

But within a fraction of a second of
peering through the ripples at you,
I was out out of the water
and gulping in large breaths of air
aware that my heart was pumping
adrenaline instead of blood.
The world outside was ever so clear,
ever so important
since you decided to stop by.


Piece

There's a part of me
where there is a bunch of bricks
piled together in the shape of a person
and placed on a torn mattress,
hidden underneath a blanket
that wants to be
covered up in tin
so as not to let anyone in.
Once the tin is in place,
it'll always be a part of me
and I know I'll build several of these
again and again.

I feel a little free
now that you've walked away.

Monday, November 20, 2017

Coral

At low tide,
the waves weakly caress the shoreline
like lovesick people trying to
get a grasp on reality.
When the tide is high,
the waves have no control
like people who have
just discovered the unrequited love
of their life was getting married.

All emotions on the edge(s),
the heart of the ocean
is as calm as a fetus
which has not yet
discovered the joys
of moving it's limbs about.

Tinted Glass Window

Her eyes had quietened down;
that innate fervor and excitement
had drowned themselves in a turbid
disc of black without a fleck of light.
She said nothing to aid her stare
that seemed to be affixed to the floor
below the tinted glass window
where the shimmering sunlight twisted it's hues.

It was the stance of someone
who knew her future.
A future where her only friend was her shadow
dancing in the hues of the tinted glass window..



Sunday, November 19, 2017

Flora

She's the petal,
the leaf,
the thorn,
the vine;
bloated with purple
tasseled in white,
she twists and turns
her way through dreams,
weaving through the open seams
of her adolescent thoughts
and sterile manners.

Would you return, Flora?

Nevertheless, I'll wait
for you by the door
that's bathed in faint silver
from the waning moon
till stark madness seeps in.



Friday, November 17, 2017

Acknowledge

The scariest thing
about a human being
is how easily they can
take others for granted.
More often than not,
it's an unconscious move;
a part of evolution
no part of their decisions
tearing open lesions
shrinking the very foundations
of people feeling
they are worth something.


On The Road



“I was surprised, as always, by how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.”    ― Jack Kerouac, On The Road


But when age is not just another number,
goodbyes are seldom as easy
and you discover the joys of staying back;
the heart aches for shelter and seclusion-
a home away from the possibilities in the world.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

A || B

I lurch,
sprinkling a fine dust
of fear
over the edge
of the ledge
I am standing on.
It's dawn;
with the sun
I am supposed to
shine too
but mettle dips
panic rips
through my very veins.
I have to jump!
They are yelling my name.
Give in or fade out?
Compromise or strike out?
A wolf howls and
birds shout.
The earth
is littered
with silent leaves
but the trees stand tall.
I lurch,
the wolf
stops its howl.
They are still yelling my name,
the birds are calling foul.

Mercury

Mercury


Grandmothers

Her twilight silhouette
sits on a rocking chair
and speaks of times
we have never known
or will.
She has a way with words,
that trigger goosebumps
and blocks out the rest of the world
for the whole time she speaks.
Her touch has a way with
all the comfort the universe has to offer;
you find yourself soaking in it,
uncooperative to reality.

Painting Technique

There's a room,
it's floor checkered black and white
the walls all waxed black
with the minimum
of furniture strewn around.
You are given a coin
and a year
to scrape off the wax from the walls
and reveal the colors underneath it.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Tomato Sun

If only there was a vine
with leaves as footholds
to climb up to the very sun
and dim it's light a little bit,
would things in our universe
be any different?


Tomato Sun

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Gray Matter


Niece

A dewdrop in the ocean
slowly expanding her way into a wave,
she'll never run out of breath
she'll always be ahead in the game.

Fable

A purple flower,
half a leaf bound to it's stem
competing in dryness
with the slim petals,
lay quietly in a sea of books.

She came into the room,
walked over to the desk,
picked it up and threw it out;
she clutched a smiling purple flower.

Nonperson

I am blind,
I am cold,
I am a slave,
I cannot unfold.
I am severed
from all of human touch,
I am the finite
infinite seems to search.

Canvas

Paint dry slow,
artwork will come to life
and etch itself onto
forever.
The present moves as sluggish,
We, too, have a future. 
 

Monday, November 13, 2017

Devolution

The stars came together
every night
over the Joshua trees
to mock the minuscule dots
sheltering themselves
around fires as they had done
for billions of years.
They still peered,
the whites of their eyes
stretching and squinting
alternately,
trying to make out
infinite wisdom hiding in the dark,
no less amazed than their first day on earth.

She

Over the course of time
we will all come
to know of someone
who is the force and fury
of everything in this world,
who is the very locus
all love stems from.

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Colourless

Slip into that blackness
will you?
You look fantastic when you wear that
and it feels so much better
to the touch of my hand.


Redefine


They were always careful with their words.
But one night the blood arose,
changed the way it flowed
and wrapped them in it's crimson arms.

Rope

What is this struggle-
internal, external, eternal-
to escape any embodiment of reality?
We lash out and cower down
in cartwheels
till breaths turns into rasps,
till dreams turn into compromise.

Anew

Cut it up;
the blue will show.
Excruciating pain will ensue
to pave the way for lilies.

New Monday, New Me.

Oh it was Monday today, wasn't it? I was supposed to be someone else today. Well, not just today - starting from today. Lists had been m...