Day 325/366

Shiny dancing disco ball
Swirling in the sea of waves,
Lightning strikes the stone cold wall,
Did you dream of today someday?

Be a feathery bubble gum,
Wrapped in sepia display,
Does this blue blisterin' barnacle-
Meet the love of his life far away?

Gorillas win us over,
While Nature's screams shrill low,
Naked, as you stand afar
The beauty does not flow.

Day 305/366

Though I'm not too happy admitting it, there's something oddly charming about the Bangalore rains. It comes and goes and sometimes stays on as an unwanted visitor exceeding his welcome. But it's forgivable for the beautiful pleasantness it leaves behind. The air seems still, perfect for a hot cup of chai with pakodas. It's quite a cliche image, but there's a reason for the existence of cliches. It can get annoying when if there's a sudden power cut and everything goes black. But all you can do is embrace the darkness amidst the pitter-patter on your windowpanes. Enjoy the momentary or prolonged solitude and warm up to the hundreds of thoughts that swim in the deep oceans of your mind. You'll hear the answers you're seeking for. Just tell yourself it's a dream and never wake up again. Sigh. I just killed you, didn't I? Oh well.

Day 304/366

It's very interesting as a human phenomenon to dupe someone into believing that you're something that you're not. Even if you're not the most innocent and pure and untouched girl, you can talk of others who fit into the 'other' category and blissfully avoid being put into it. It fascinates me to what extent one can take a lie of that sort and mislead someone. You can judge me if you want but for me, it's an experiment. And as we learnt through Dexter's Lab, it's fun to have lab mice to test things on. And what use are humans of if not to manipulate them and amuse yourself with the results...?

Day 222/366

Ant, please do not die on me.

You must live longer than me

Face more hardships

Lay out a path for me to follow.

Hello, self-licking cat.

I hear you're pretty amusing.

Can you teach me your tricks?

I promise I'll give you due credit.

Deer, Sir/Madam,

You feature in all my letters,

Did you file for defacement

For the sound and use of your name?

Stop it, hyena.

You make my tummy hurt.

Pass me the doob and don't crack no more jokes.

Okay fine, laugh once more.

Sheep without the 's' at the end

How do you know if you're one or many?

Oh, you're satisfied just baa-ing by yourself?

All right then. Baaye!

You, penniless human.

Polish my shoe, cook my food, wash my dirty clothes.

I have something you know you need and weren't born with lots of.

Kiss my ass because I am rich.

Day 215/366

Did you know the Japanese man?

He died of too much jalapeno.

Must you live in hot, hot sand

While the snow melts away?

Why can’t the weather remain this way?

How do I control the winds?

Did Helen Hunt in Twister die?

Did the film make you mentally a man?

Why should I shut up if you ask me to?

Does the sky always look this blue?

Stand by me and drink Spanish tea

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

Experimenting with words,

In no particular direction

Thoughts flow continuous

Without a full stop or a comma

Day 200/366

Shut it all down,
Fade the tune away
The deviant rainy summer
Undo this honey haze.
Dipping into winter's warmth,
Electrified by your grace
Untouched until the very end
The dew drops on your waist.
Lie beside me in the grass
Hold me gently before I go
Why do your shadows surround me?
All covered up in snow.
Little mosquito flying around,
Go die a painful death
In my sleep one day I shall pass
Oblivious to the grave.
Dance around the sea henge
Walk along the edge
Cornered spaces tempt me
Let's step into this mess. 

142/366

Uncle Peter lost his car today,
The thief was not too kind.
He left him in the ditch to lay,
By the rusted bicycle wheel.

Uncle Peter got mugged today,
His phone and wallet was taken
He went home angry & empty handed
His wife was not pleased with him.

Uncle Peter cut himself today,
He was hating being alive.
Too much pain he had already felt
A little more couldn't hurt.

Uncle Peter had an accident today,
There was nothing left of him.

Day 135/366

To watch the two consummate,

A dreadful sight to see -

The pandas stood there mating,

Like humongous chess board queens.

As I wrote on the typewriter,

Of the repulse in my head,

There was no scope for beauty,

I wished that I were dead.

The image did leave a horrid scar,

As did the mosquito’s (love) bite,

I can no longer dream of wilderness,

Or virgin beaches in the night.

That sliver of land I belonged to,

Taken away from the dead,

I’ll write of them and remember,

Return a favor for the life I lead.

Day 132/366

If I were a parrot,

Repeating what you say,

My life would just be boring,

No thoughts in shades of grey.

If I were a pirate,

The Captain of the sea,

The winds and sails at my bay,

An eye patch just for me.

If I were a lover,

Mushy and gay and blind,

I'd reek of whiskey and cigarettes

And not be repulsed with my find.

If I were to be you,

I'd rather just be dead,

Too many to please,

Too much of sleaze,

A thorn ridden bed.

122/366

Claustrophobe

Disappear under the surface till they can no longer feel your presence. It's better off to be alone sometimes. Walk on a street at night knowing that no other could creep up on you and pull you away into some dark alley. Your remains would be thrown back into the society. Give up the need for company. What if there was no one else? You were the first and last born. Explore by yourself. Explore yourself. No one's listening to your thoughts, no one's watching. Run and sweat and live. Do what feels absolutely natural. You won't feel judged because it's what your instinct tells you to do and no one exists to tell you that's wrong. The world is yours to enjoy. There are papers and pens every direction you look in to leave your thoughts on. No one will read your thoughts. No psychic will predict your future. You will determine it. You will leave your mark for no one to look at.

Day 101/366

The rush was beautiful and tiring. Unaware of what to do but knowing that you were supposed to stay awake for it. There was a growing numbness as though the body was giving up and going into physical disability mode. I did not move nor had any inclination to. The air was too perfectly still to waste what was going on at that moment. The moment stretched itself out but you were too spaced out to twitch when it did. Assuming you dead, we left you behind and our pack carried on...

Day 76/366

My eyes may scare you,
But I've a story to tell.
You'll never know it,
While you're under its spell.

The witch I live with,
She treats me okay,
Not overly pampering,
But gives me my space.

Do not pet me,
Or I'll be forced to bite,
Feed me those grapes,
I'm drunk Cleopatra tonight! 

Day 73/366

There's a camel on the highway,
Or was that a potter's den,
The unpredictability of an adventure,
Is never twice the same.

By bike or car or bus you go,
To a land far, far away.
The lure of spontaneity,
It's shine never fades.

Suitcases full of beer,
Or a knapsack full of 'stuff',
Whatever the case may be,
Take cards to play bluff!

Day 69/366

The randomness of chaos,

Too beautiful to share,

Where and when and how we are,

Is in the universe's care.

If a butterfly flapped it's wing right now,
Repercussions would fall everywhere.
That is just the butterfly effect,
In motion in the air.

Stop to observe the occurrence,
The madness of it all.
Enjoy the finer details,
Of the sun, the fireball. 

Day 26/366

Of late, I've been my normal happy self passing witty, snide remarks when I feel like. My use of sarcasm has increased manifold though. Still, people laugh at my jokes, even if they were not intended to be jokes in the first place. So, in one of my apparently 'funny' moments last nights, I made a statement which went something like this:

"When I die, my friends will be talking about what a great sense of humor I had, but they won't remember any of the jokes in particular because they were always too high to remember."

I didn't even find it funny till I woke up in the morning and realized how much truth that statement probably holds.

Day 22/366

Priority, Priority,
There's no one like Priority,
She completes all appointed chores
Promptly and with alacrity.

The way she categorizes,
Can make a common man stare.
But when you need the task complete,
Priority's already been there.

Priority, Priority,
There's no one like Priority,
She's not been my closest friend
But she does come in handy.

Day 2/366

Day 2 of my project. This one's not directed at anyone in particular but is more like an extremely short summary of a self-help book. Don't bother reading that book. Read this two verse poem that is in serious need of a rhyming scheme and just be happy and live your lives to the fullest!

There are days you have the munchies,
There are nights when you need to puke.
There are some when you consciously decide-
That you've had too much to eat.

It's easier to simply let go -
Smoke and drink as you please.
Live it up with impending dangers,
Make it worthwhile till your last beat.