Tinging a Tear

Have you ever tried to mix the ink of your pen

tear

into the tear fallen fresh

on your book?

Tinging a tear,

how surreal it sounds,

but try it comrade,

and you will love to see what happens.

How you can modify a bio-chemical reaction

of someone’s action outside your body

How the transparent salty product of your eyes

turns into teal, fuchsia or pitch black

How I wish I could colorize

my thoughts|actions|feelings in the same way

How if I could find a pen,

Whose ink could possess the power to affect me and

transform the work of a mortal.

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Scared? Scarred.

With terror in bold,

With love striked out,

Chauvinism italicized,

Like the sound of a whip underlined twice,

“Sudha!”, he screamed,

While she hid in the closet,

The one behind the big storage room,

At the rear end of their ugly mansion

Which led to the open, suffocating verandah

Where hopes and dreams lay with the dead in the tomb,

Garnished with flowers of gold.

 

Pact Unpacked

Of the same dough we belonged,

Got the same amount of sugar and flavor,

Went through all processes together

But sooner put in different moulds,

Of the same tray, thank God.

I kept moving up in bubbles to peek at her,

To see whether she was feeling as hot as me.

But soon the warmth felt good,

Knowing she was just beside,

Sooner we were packed into packets of six,

Being the seventh one, I belonged to another pack

But the god loving machine had a fault,

and I was pushed in her pack again.

She was happy that a kid would love the surprise.

Yet when our pack was opened,

The kid bit into her, rejoiced her taste

I couldn’t bear the pain anymore,

Wanted to be torn apart and mix with

her, lessen her pain.

But she was gone and I was dipped

In milk and I preferred dissolving there.