You silly old cow

Where are you off to

You silly old cow

You have a chain in your neck

That keeps chaining your step

Yet you walk on and on

As if in a daze

You silly old cow

Don’t you know

You have nowhere to go

And you won’t get anywhere

If you don’t know where you’re going

You silly old cow

Have you had anything to eat

Or you’ll manage just fine

Go wash up at least

You should have been in line

You silly old cow

Did you look at others

Aren’t they better off than you

You should have been more like them

Then you would have been better too

You silly old cow

Just walking on and on

Dragging that chain in your neck along

You silly old cow

“But. But I do have something to say

I’ll say it anyway”

“It won’t be that long

Before I break that chain”

“I broke it once before

When my walk began”

“I walk on to see

What part of the world is me”

“Confidence and poise

Well, I’ll let them be”

“I don’t know what

And I don’t know how”

“I guess that makes me

Your silly old cow”

Sufferings

Sufferings bring you closer to God

So we all know.

Not God; but The God.

A chance, though dim,

is what if

It is this suffering

That He inflicts is

So that we don’t come too close to Him?

Sufferings are known

To have the powers

To change one’s course,

Neither by persuasion, nor by force.

Are we coming too close?

To Him? His plans? And Him?

What if

We know so much

That We reject Him and His plans.

Is this why the cruel command?

Is this why the Holocene Extinction?

Is this why We must end?

And till then

Closer to sufferings We remain

Than to Him.

When the night falls

It's a dim silence,
when your demons come smirking.
and you,
wounded by their laughter,
defeated by their love.
the ties that once made you swing,
today hang so limp.
what the so-called fighter
can do,
and you,
either too strong or too slave.
in the new light,
only you and your night it is,
and the Gods play naive.

from it all

That day was a day

But what a day

I saw a bitch

Running from one end to another

And her pups running after her

Milk they wanted

Tired she was

So she wanted

Some time off

Time off

From duties, responsibilities

Just what we need

But don’t get

If only we could die a little

And then resume life

A little break

From it all

And then a plunge

Yet again

And again

Pity a cycle doesn’t end

Somewhere a circle

Must be needing a break

It doesn’t have to be endless

It suffocates the existence

A little away

A little death

And then back again

Fresh to life

Fresh with life

The Other Side

From a distance
what seems
like moon on a dark night.

Turns a 100 shades of new colours

each colour

a lash on black and white.

Dreams, hopes, smiles, strengths

set ablaze

but the story doesn't end here.

Anger, hurt, sadness, pride

burn bright

like dust settled in the eyes.

Two parallel worlds,

Two polar lives,

Two different minds.

Yet it's neither black nor white

mine, yours and theirs

dark other side.

twitter fiction

She left

Today she came to me after a long, long time. She doesn’t come to me regularly anymore; the way she used to. I missed her eyes the most. Brown, moist, so full of questions.

She wanted to break free. I know. I could tell. But I couldn’t do anything about it. I hadn’t tied her up to myself. I just kept her back. On the contrary, I wanted her to make a choice and be clear within herself. That’s why I didn’t give her freedom earlier. What if she had left earlier and then regretted leaving it all behind? So I made her stay longer; against her wishes. But now, her bags were packed. And she was ready to leave, and go. 

No. Running away from a bad marriage is not a sin for me. And I’m God.

flash fiction

Knock Not

She lingered for a while. Her drooping shoulders, desolate eyes, sullen face were all of no avail. Didn’t he need her at all? She had knocked on his door … twice … against her nature. Look at him – he was happy.
So, opportunity walked away. But who cared?