The soothsayer ....

The soothsayer says ....
You are here to enable the mysteries of the Universe to unfold ....
Do your duties as prescribed ...
Don't worry all will fall in place ...
Nothing will go amiss.....
And, I raise an eyebrow and quip.....
Nothing amiss....
Not the scars on a flawless body .....
Nor the wrinkles ... on a pearly smooth face ...
Forty two springs......
Nothing amiss...
No one person gone?
What nonsense you spake to me ....
O' Soothsayer ....
Do not repeat again to another ....
Eat your words ...
This is life ...Real life ...
Throbbing life .....
Ebbing life .... But, Life itself.
Do not say .... forget and forgive ....
One can't ... never ever.
You may sooth souls for a while ...
But, the real life teaches you lessons otherwise....
Lessons we don't forget...
Lessons that revive our memories from time to time ...
Faces that crop up here and there and ....
You relive moments spent with them.
No, it never goes away ...
It comes back in newer forms ....
Nastier forms....
Forms that make you flinch.
Then there are those ghosts of the past ...
Soothsayer, dear No.... they don't go away...
They take new forms ...
New avatars...
New names ...
They come back to haunt your memories....
To haunt you all the time.
The soothsayer nods his head...
And, walks away....
He hasn't lived my life ...
What can he say?
NOTHING.

Skeleton Woman .... The woman who runs with the Wolves

Skeleton Woman ....
Woman running with the Wolves ....
Words ....
Jumbled up in my mind ...
Thanks Uma .... This book given by you .......
As though was written by me or for me ...
But, frankly for every woman ...
Every woman who empathises with another brethren of hers.

Am the bones that rattle in his head....
Am the blood that runs through his bloodshot eyes....
Every ounce the woman ....
The Wolf devoured ...
Every bit the skeletal remains of his past.

From the smoke rises the image of a woman ....
The ashes contain the bones ...
Rest all reduced to ashes ....
Warm ash .... smouldering ash.
The woman walks away from the ashes....
Footprints on the ashen floor...
She glides through the night...
The moonlit night ...
Wolves howling in the background ...
The forest comes alive with sounds of crickets ....
An eerie silence broken with these sounds...
The woman walks on ....
Sometimes as though flying through the air.....
Someone somewhere keeps awake ...
As he knows one day he shall be devoured for his follies....
His flesh torn to pieces....
His bones crushed into million shards....
His nights curled up in fear ....
His days; eyes furtively looking for the Skeleton Woman...
Darting from place to place ....
Lest she catches his scent somewhere ...
And, turns around ....
Baring her teeth ...
All set to pounce upon him...
She does run with the wolves .... Yes, she does
She leads the pack now.

She is not one to cow down ..
She is not one who fears...
She instills fear in them ...
That doth harm to her brethren....
When she moves...
Lithe and stealth in her steps .....
Her moves to the beat of the rhythm in her heart ....
A melancholy soulful music within....
But, at peace ....
But, with red blazing eyes .....
Eyes that can reduce anyone to ashes...
Eyes that spew flames...
Flames that reduce you to ashes ....
From which the Skeleton woman rises again and again.....
And, runs with the Wolves all over again.

Devi ...

Devi ka prakop ya vardaan ...
Yeh toh rabb jaaney ...
Mein toh buss itnaa jaanun...
Usey apna manoon re. 

Pistanthrophobia ....

I thought I only suffered from Claustrophobia ....
Till I came across Pistanthrophobia ....
Damn ... so true... yet so ambiguous.
Arachnophobia has me jumping off the sofa ....
Am climbing up the walls...
Really .... Spiderwoman  ....
Then,  no fear at all.... lol....
Why do we suffer from phobias?
I have a phobia for Custard apple too ...
Not to name Pine apple too ...
Anything to do with apple but the original word APPLE.
Adam's apple .... Eve's desire ....
Pandora's box ....
So many evils lurking all around us ....
People with straight faces ....
Yet with evil desires in their minds.
Is this just my dilemma?
Or, is it every woman's dilemma....
Or, every human being's dilemma?
Must be postpartum depression acting up....
But, am just too busy to even think of all this ...
Yikes ... it's Sunday .... a less hectic day ...
So, I guess these thoughts...
But, It's good to think ...
Your horizon widens.....
Phobia or no phobia.

Sleeping Beauty ....

Usey sotey dekh ....
Usski yaad aa gayi ....
Kal jiske aagosh mein mein soya karti thi ....
Yaadein ...
Bhool naa payenge ...
Kyun ki ...
Har pal .... ye tumhari yaad dilayega ...
Tumhari nishaani .... meri zubaani ....
Aaj ye meri aagosh mein hain ...
Nanha parinda....
Ek din yeh bhi udd jayega....
Tab tak isey mein sehlaungi ....
Sajaungi ... sawaroongi ....
Ek achcha insaan banaungi ....
Tumhari parchayeen bhi iss par padne na doongi ....
Kyunki yeh sirf mera hai ...
Aur mera hi rahega.
Sleeping beauty ...
Eyes just like yours ....
Lashes just like yours....
A spitting image of you ...
Just you yourself as though.

AGNI Born again ....

6 pounds .... not an ounce less nor more ...
Premature but hale & hearty ....
Yes.... delivered.....
Now, with a family .....
The caretakers ....
That shall take care of him ...
Till he is ready to be announced officially....
Proclaimed to the world as mine and mine only.
Let the party begin....
Champagne flow....
The prodigal son is here.
Blond hair....
Blue eyes ....
Family heritage of the Royals....
My AGNI is here ....
To make a statement ....
You only need a sire ....
Not a father for breeding.....
My Agni shall be my experiment ...
Mine and mine alone to keep forever.

The Invisible Act .....

Hahahaha.....
You think you are a magician ....
That you can do the disappearing act ....
Nah.... you can't ....
You are incognito ...
Watching every move I make ....
I may be physically living in this big bad World ....
But, I am aware of your presence ....
Those piecing eyes hooded by your lashes ....
I know you very well .....
You will always keep an eye on me.....
Coz' you know, I have a score to settle with you ....
Today or tomorrow....
One day I shall settle all the scores....
Leaving you sore all over.
Multiple scars that will remind you of me each moment ....
As they do today ....
I am there in your nightmares....
 The mare you trampled upon....
The never ending story ....
How can IT end?
Till I destroy you as the destroyer of all evil does...
I shall not rest ....
Everyone has a goal and vision in life ...
Mine is very clear to me ....
Your destruction....
At every level ....
In every relation....
Today or tomorrow.... It shall happen ....
And, you shall cry tears of blood...
Your own flesh and blood shall sear in the fire ....
That burns within me ....
That rages within me ....
I never forgive .... nor do I forget.
You can do the invisible act ....
The cloak doesn't cover you from my vision....
I watch over you ....
Once the opportune moment arrives ....
You shall see the ones closest to you ...
Die each day ..... a death so terrible ...
Even death shall fear me then.
I am Satan ...
The one they all fear ....
I never leave my enemies smiling ....
I snatch the smile off their faces....
I scratch their eyes eyes out ...
You shall see it live ...
The destruction begins soon....
Wait and watch ....
The great danes will be the first to go....
Then the dames ....
Ruthlessly torn and wretchedly left naked on crowded roads ....
Watch while I burn your World down soon.
I shall remain invisible ....
Watching every move you make ...
Every move your people make....
You can't see me....
I can see you ...
Even now....
That's my power...
Invisibility ....
Yet visible ....
And, openly challenging every mental faculty of yours...
Scratch your head ....
Nod it disbelievingly ...
But, turn around ....
And am there.
Watch your back darling ...
I am right behind you.

Tomorrow...

Tomorrow .... is D Day ....
The day the boy turns a youth ....
The day I was born again ....
In flesh and blood as him ....
Tomorrow is the day ....
He is ready to take on the World...
Fly high...
Soar up in the Sky ....
On his own ...
Tomorrow is the day ....
My boy becomes a Man....
A man envisioned and blessed by his ancestors....
A man they would be proud of.
The day Grandpa looks forth to ....
Hope he gives a surprise and comes visit ....
That's the best gift the boy could get ...
Blessings and his Granddad.
Finally, the little birdie is ready to flap his wings ....
And, leave the nest ....
Strong enough to take on the World....
Old enough to be on his own now.
Henceforth, his decisions will be his own ...
Not mine to decide...
I wish him all the best in life...
May he always make his family proud of his achievements...
He is the best and deserves the best.

Tomorrow ... is his day ...
A bid day ...
A milestone in his life.