Relationships

Do they have a name?

Some do. 

Very definite and clear ones.

But the others…. 

Well, they just can’t be tied down,
With a name or on a wall!

Funny as it sounds.
They could be mighty confusing.

You bond and bind…
Yet the hours fail to name them,
Or tame them into precise frames.

But I love them.
For they ask no questions.

They go by no rules...
Spontaneous are they by nature,
Mould them as you please.

But name them never.
Lest they cease to relate.

Between right and wrong...

Between right and wrong, there has to be something. Something sans judgements, guilty nerves and accusations.  

An Obit to Bondage.

My pretty playmate at office passed away this morning. All that remains is an empty bowl- the workstation my friend had been occupying for the last 3 yrs. We had grown quite close in the few months of knowing each other. All had seen it coming when his/her course had become too tired and sluggish during the last few days. And this morning our bubbly gold fish bid adieu to his/her stifling small world. Our parting pains me but I will not mourn for you. Instead, I cheer on your liberty. Swim In Peace...

Shriek

I could hear her muffled shrieks.

Wailing for help and pity...

Her hands pinned down

Writhing for an inch,

Of dignity and life...

I could hear her heart screaming out

In despair and defeat-

“This can’t be true,

This is not happening to me,

Oh God, help me out!

I’m sure they will come!

They had heard me, hadn’t they?”

Yes, we had all heard her shriek.

Every waking day and sleepy night!

In her mother’s womb,

By the doll’s house,

On the bright streets,

And behind the beautiful doors!

Silly little girl!

Yes, her shrieks did deafen us!

But we were told,

“The times are bad

Why poke your nose?

Let it be...”

Well then, let it be.

Let us stay deaf,

And forever dumb!

Shriek, I will not.

Till that one day,

When I penance,

For each one of them-

Her silly little shrieks!

Baggages :(

 

 Some baggages are so heavy that you can neither drop nor carry them! So what do you do??? Fall with it, stand up on your feet, dust yourself and move on with a nice little song on your lips! ;)

Bitter Sweet Spankings!

Troubles are like medicines... The worst tasting ones cures best! :)

You and Me...

Relationships are like ice cubes. They take all kinds of shapes. Some undefinable, some nameless... They stick together and grow apart- all in a jiffy. But this volatility is what makes them most endearing :)