For a claustrophobic, a lift ride feels a death ride.

For an agarophobic, a crowded place kills like a cyanide, sucking away lungs’ oxygen.

For a glossophobic, a social conversation is more of a choking spell, while being tongue-tied.

For a scopophobic, it is quite easy to die, just by a burp in a hushed office. Well, the grouped glares can slit throats.

How to die earliest?

Be a su...

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The buttery lies, 

The fluttery beats,

Of the stony hearts, with their muttery hints,

Of the impending dying and the jittery corpse,

With a ring falling off the littery digit.

Some embroidered lies,

Like a scrumptious starter-menu,

Some diplomatic hiding, some overdone seeking,

Like a pre-meal skit & a digestive stew,

The starved, unkempt love; overlooked.

Some balmy ...

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From,

The eternally sleep-hunger-bliss-deprived, cynical, semi-anti-social, semi-baby-friendly, introverted, athiestic-theist, who's presently living off the bouts of self-motivation, quoted motivation or any other kind of seemingly venerable, yet manipulating, brainwashing motivation, all of which with a half-life of minutes to hours- just enough to kick-start into a short-drive of unnecessary...

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Hmm.

Being part of the relatively luckier part of population, I probably have no right to be the food-critic of the same dish. But after some deliberate wrong turns in life, I am on a constant diet of poverty.

Firstly, not everyone can afford poverty. If you are filthy rich, you have even slimmer chance than others. It is one unsavoury meal, but you can never buy it with money. The feeling o...

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A tornado of emotions,

Kept me off my feet,

Is my head way too heavy?

It's floating below my knees,

Nobody's hand so long,

Or so strong,

To hold me, pull me, hug me,

But sure do they have,

Large lips, twisted tongues,

Kissing and hissing,

My naive ears,

"All you need to do is to live,

Live like there's no pain,

Live smiling indefinitely,

Live and just live...

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The day, we said goodbye,

Why you'd had to be so breath-takingly beautiful?

A calmer you,

A sadder you,

Browns of your eyes' blurred,

By the brimming salty tears,

Why?

Why was I mesmerised?

Instead of being drowned,

Bubbling gasps of air into the sea of sorrows, why?

A death and a rebirth,

A price I had to pay,

For a normalcy,

With a blurry memory of your smi...

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How to be perfect?

I ensure you, by reading the body of this write-up, you won't get the answer to that question. It's not too late to quit reading this piece.

According to the conventional, optimistic and successful societal bunch; or the elderly, who've set up the basic definitions and criterion for a top-notch nob; or the best-selling self-help crap, that is just veiled propaganda on how ...

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Antsy rides,

By the bumpy roads,

A tipsy driver,

They call him-life,

A rusty truck,

With dusty brakes,

Humming a tuneless tune,

Of an ugly song,

His delinquent feet, never wrong,

That senile trunk, stunk of lime,

Here it is, at my crappy time,

They call him- life,

I call him- bitch,

His flirtatious wink, his urge to ditch,

Those lemons, loads & loads,

A...

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Chitter-chatter,

Glitter-glamour,

Their one-sided pit-a-pat,

Their small talks onto my weary ears,

My sham smiles on dumb lips.

Rushy push,

Wordy gush,

Like a life on the edge of apocalypse,

Like a loosening grip and a slip,

Into the deep helly-well.

Warm room corner,

A comic with a dark humour,

Sour cheese and sweet wine,

Unaware smiles,

With unswayed hea...

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Thin-thick, black-white,

He-she, scared-might,

With spoon-fed views in blind eyes,

We're infants weeping in beds of lies.

Aren't we stringless puppets,

With wingless dreams?

We're born to measure,

A sadistic pleasure,

Every centimetre,
Of his/her character,

And yet,

We claim our broken souls' unbroken,

Ugly hearts' pretty,

Empty minds' witty,

And then reach ...

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