Words just flow...

There are days ...
When she struggles to find words to pen ...
There are days when she is lost for words ...
But,
There are days like today ...
When an inspired work inspires her ...
And, words flow like a stream ...
And she disseminates in a World of letters ...
Plucking nouns, verbs , adjectives, adverbs and what not ...
To spin a web so strong ...
One that can take her weight ...
And swing her about ...
Lulling her to sleep.

A sweet lullaby ...
Words of her own ...
Words stolen ...
Standard words ...
Abstract concepts ...
Structured unstructured sentences ...
Making a meaning or none at all ...
They just flow ...
She just types ...
Happy and content ...
Her sanity intact.

Words just flow ...
Like wine poured into clinking glasses ...
Be it Martini or tequila ...
Her Vodka has arrived.

The Anteater and the Librarian ...

Books spread all over...
The once prim Library ...
The haven of knowledge ...
Makes the keeper wonder ...
What must have happened ?
What transpired overnight ...
That strewn around are her treasures ?

She walks into a mound of books ...
No not torn or destroyed ...
She hears the rustle of pages ...
The antique fan whirring above ...
Was it the cause for the pages turning over?

A movement behind the mountain of books in a corner ...
What could that shadow falling upon the carpet be of?

An element of apprehension ...
With bated breath she moves forth ...
It couldn't be ...
She couldn't believe her eyes ...
Lying amongst the fallen books ...
Was an Anteater ...
Reading a book animatedly ...
Enjoying the words spilling out ...
Tail swishing around making books fly around ...
Engrossed deeply in the literature.

An age when people forgot all about the written  words ...
A digital age ...
There was an animal gaining knowledge ...
Loading into its grey matter...
Words long forgotten.

Human race may become defunct ...
but, long live the creatures of the wild ...
they have taken the onus upon themselves ...
To carry the legacy forth.

Visitors to the Library feel ...
The Librarian has gone bonkers ...
For they see no books strewn on the floor ...
The siren sounds shrill ...
The Librarian on her way to an asylum ...
For the mentally deranged ...
They say the words in the books ...
Took over her ...
She forgot everything else ...
The words were her World ...
And, they took her away from it.

Sweating it out ...

Why?
Why do we get affected by trivial issues?
Why do we sweat t out ...
Wondering what the World ...
And it's self created society thinks...
About us and our actions?

To hell with rules ...
Rules that make you crib, cry and nag ...
Antagonize and be apprehensive...
Rules that never let you think freely ...
Rules that get you all messed up and sad...
To hell with thoughts ...
That make you worry , what if...
Sweating it out ...
It ain't for the faint hearted to live like a bird ...
Free willed and flying high ...
If you are always thinking ...
What is the society going to say?

To hell with the society ...
The society doesn't feed me ...
Nor does it clothe me ...
The society doesn't pay my bills ...
The society doesn't wipe my tears ...
Sweating it our, thinking about the society ...
No, not for me.

Just because ...

Living in solitude ...
Just because ...
She hasn't found a soul ...
Compatible at her mental level ...
Not a person ...
With whom she can ...
Discuss anything and everything under the sky...
No, no gossip ...
Strong intellect is what she seeks ...
All one finds these days is ...
Corrupt bogus minds...
Interested in their own selfish adornments.

She seeks inner solace ....
By reading up every topic ...
On Science and technology ...
Brain research and Genetics her forte'...
She enacts conversations in her mind ...
Deep thoughtful discussions with Ghosts ...
Created by her ....
Intelligent beings ...
At times it seems she is talking to herself ...
But little do they know...
She speaks to the people she has created  ...
For no living being can match ...
The speed of her thoughts and logic.

To the rest of the world...
It may seem she has gone bonkers ...
But, happy and content is the woman ...
That thinks eons ahead ...
Of the rest of others.

There is so much to explore in space ...
No telescope or spacecraft can go there ...
But, the speed of thoughts can ...'
They take her where no man or craft has gone before ...
The entities they speak to her.

A healthy discussion of ...
What becomes of Earth ?
What becomes of Mankind?
What about relations?
What about feelings?
There is no two ways about it ...
Pros and cons discussed ...
Conclusions drawn and redrawn ...
Even twenty four hours ain't enough.

They say she is lost ...
But, she wanders in space ...
A space she created with her thoughts ...
A space where she converses with like minded people ...
Ghosts for the rest of the mankind ...
But, friends that never let her down...
People who never leave her alone ...
Entities that give her company.

Just because, sh is lost in her thoughts ...
All isn't lost to her ...
She is but a player ...
Wordplay her forte'...
Mind games her exercise ...
Concocting situations ...
For enacting on the stage of life.

The smile becoming her ...
Spring in her gait ...
She moves forth ...
To yet conquer another day ...
Amongst the living ghosts ...
Known as humans.

Just because ...
She has to live another day.

A strong woman never cries ...

The expressions stoic ...
Even if deep within one may be crying ...
A smile for the World to see ...
So much buried deep ...
For the tears are not to be exposed ...
A strong woman never cries ...
Whatever be the level of pain ...
Her aches are not to be exposed ...
A deep breath inhaled ...
A sparkle in the eyes ...
Stifling the tears ...
The aches well covered ...
The bruises hidden ...
The strong woman moves on.

She has no right to cry ...
The wail of pain within ...
A heartache ...
Muffled screams ...
She the strong one moves on.

A strong woman never cries ...
She smiles despite all the travails ...
She journeys through life ...
With a sparkle in her eyes.

Eti kunhi duti paat ...

Listening to music makes up for the peace one seeks ...
Be it any language ...
Music makes my day ...
Best is if it is Bhupen Hazarika's soulful voice ...
Or a Sufi rendition ...
Coke Studio any time ...
Old classics ...
Bistirna  paraare ...
Hahahakar ...
Eti kunhi duti paat ...
Music makes the ache of unfulfilled love fade away ...
The emptiness wiped away with music and lyrics that touch ...
The very core of my heart.

Ganga behti ho kyun ...
Why do I flow ?...
I flow to meet the Ocean ...
To be one with the Ocean ...
Aami ek jajabor ...
Haan awaara hoon ...

The horoscope ...

Never a believer ...
she woke up up with a jolt ...
The previous days reading ...
It had predicted ...
He who seeks her ...
Will appear in her dream that night.
The one that brightened her dream ...
The poisoned apple ...
The one she swore not to meet again ...
He dominated the flow of her dream.

If horoscopes are true...
Why does he seek her?
They parted ways ...
It was hard to get on with life ...
She did somehow ...
Now, why does he torment her via dreams?

His destiny can't be tied to her...
Or is it?

Time and again they bump into each other ....
Not right...
These dreams ...
These predictions ...
They need to be done away with ...
None should be one's weakness...
None indeed.

The Salesman ...

The public transport system...
Roaming all over...
Finally to park at the depot .

The Eagle hovering above ...
Seeking its prey ...
Finally to take the dead to its nest ...
For his hungry lot.

All with a means ...
A means to torment the weak ...
Finding a prey to prey upon ...
For their own benefits.

Sell , sell yourself...
At any cost ...
So you can make a kill ...
Save on a few bucks here and there ...
Break a few lives ...
And move on.

After all, you are but a salesman...
Selling yourself ...
For your dreams ...
For your sexual gratification.

Nothing but a mere mortal ...
With selfish gains in sight ...
Intent on getting unfulfilled desires ...
Fuelled by passion ....
Spent and over and done with.

You are nothing but a salesman ...
With no morals...
No values ...
But a predator...
That kills.