A flash of lightning

Lost souls to adventure,

Baring the heart open,

crevice unfurling,

flash of lighting,

holding stars in the palm,

a restless heart traveling places,

longing for love,

this silly emotion lost in translation!

ever wondered what we are bound to,

law of attraction,

deciphering the inner meaning of emotions,

laying open and uncensored,

in the barren land,

the faithful is questioned,

like our inner feelings,

why we become attracted to fellow passengers!

Aphrodisiac and orgy to the mind.

Beauty and the plucked rose

Beauty is delicate,

plucked rose losing sheen,

dollop of spark waning,

the moment beauty gives in to passion and love,

lost fragrance,

beauty radiates when exposed to the sun,

what to make of love?

Complex,

layered,

intense,

misunderstood,

directionless

love is,

similar to beauty,

the chasm and miasma unexplored,

a stranger lover is clueless,

in the intriguing night,

leaves shorn off in the new season.

 

Where have the years gone?

Where have the years gone?

dreams and passion,

guilt free,

freedom to romance,

devouring life,

to love and lose,

heartbreak,

when pain was pleasure,

exploring lust,

eyes filled with aspirations,

unquenched thirst,

once every small thing mattered,

it took decades,

the lost times surfaced,

when pessimism vanished,

scar was just a world,

freedom above everything,

dating was fun,

routine of falling in and out of love,

the heart knew no defeat,

conquering the soul wasn’t vain,

never shy to take risks,

time change us as a person,

roughen the child inside,

why?

are years such an evil?

taking the self away,

hold tight to the spark,

embrace innocence,

be that person again.

Teddy and love cuddle!

Cute little teddy bears,

love bribe,

ma chick and me,

a drip of sensation,

needle of sensuality scything the skin,

gentle and mad,

splash of water lilies,

cute soft skin,

smearing the nose,

tenderness,

wanna you as my soft toy,

 feel like asking,

gentle kiss,

 intense kiss,

a shy peck,

we are no cooing birds,

chocolate, cookies and perfume,

too passé and fake,

toil harder to woo,

affectionate smile,

weave a poem,

paint the town red, yay!

when words can’t express,

a teddy sparkle flames,

a night cuddle!

Romance in the times of Whatsapp!

There is something very personal and intimate about Whatsapp going beyond the entire extended family of groups and forwards. The dating scene has moved beyond the microcosm of SMS-relegated to the relic past, Facebook-I find chatting there passé and fake like grown-ups jailed. Gchat-Get a reality check, done it, enjoyed it. Can we move on please?  

Tender is the mother of dating app and not yet there, although ain’t denying that mobile apps can make a mid 30s dude like me stuck in a millennial body to be super cool.

Honestly, I dunno how stuff like Tinder, Cupid Ok and another one suggested by a friend to be back on the dating scene work. It leaves us with a down-to-earth and practical option, Whatsapp. Quite a comfort zone chatting with plain strangers or prospective love interests at a slow pace, singularly swiping left and right. Quick tip: Block the person acting like a prick or you are bored to death. Still better, bombard them with tons of silly WhatsApp forwards. 

Getting the phone number and adding a love interest is no Da Vinci Code to crack and showing a slightly unusual interest in the rightish, charming way is the sure way to land yourself on her Whatsapp. Pure passion to play the game of dating and hooking up in today’s age of smartphone.

 Hooking up, romance and ultimately finding love can land you in the unlikeliest place chatting your way to heavenly bliss. Flirting shamelessly, discovering each other before the big coffee date is the golden rule. Of course, there is always the risk of not liking each and kindly move on to the next person. Remember the classic SMS romance. Got news for it has shifted to Whatsapp having its own charm, blending privacy, innocent game and naughtier smileys or jokes, far away from the gaze of the pesky aunty who hasn’t spared us on Facebook. Unlike SMS, no charge applied for mushy midnight calls with wifi and high five love adding cherry on cake.

 It doesn’t take long to feel the vibe with someone after long hours, day and night of chatting what with making the mind to hit it off. You can easily make up whether your ‘love interest’ is into you, clingy or an asshole. The personality comes alive and easy to skin out the layer behind the phone number. Whatsapp leaves very little to the imagination and human flaws exploding.  A tale of sleeping with the enemy...err not literally!

The digital romance has one merit that it bares everything open for all to see, the emotion, brazen honesty and even countless forwards is a very good excuse to strike a conversation. Tinder fades and doesn’t stand chance in the face of mighty WhatsApp.

What’s up in the universe of Whatsapp whittling down to sharing of emotions, a day gone horribly wrong, excitement makes it an enthralling affair for you just don’t share your life but a world with the person at the other end.

We are humans. A phone interface not just protect us from underlying emotional fear but sparks up the confidence in speaking freely, something that we wouldn’t do on the first meeting. It works well for introvert singles like me to break the ice, find an empathetic voice and mastering the art of listening. I like taking dating slowly and not rush into things. . The world of WhatsApp works pretty well for me and absolutely love voice recording to help make up the mind as sweetness travels through the ear.

The odds of finding romance and lust on WhatsApp are high and unlike throwing the dice, easy to move on without explaining things when it doesn’t click. A practical exit of sort. The ground is quite set in getting to know someone well before meeting in flesh and the ice is broken minus awkwardness.

Looking for a harmless fling without paying the subscription fee that could well be saved for the coffee date, explore this channel and it's as good as the old world charm of SMS in the modern times. One shouldn't shy away from the romance technology, particularly if you are looking to be back on the dating scene in meeting a couple of prospective dates to drop a What’s Up! You can always take a call after a few chat messages. Swipe, left, right and center!

Death trumped

Whisked away by time,

heart stop,

heartbeat,

Knock, knock,

death,

unquenched love,

I plead!

wicked smile,

tears,

brain incapacitated,

stench of alcohol,

cigarette butt,

wait!

I will puff the last one,

smoking injurious to health,

fearful face laugh sadistically,

I protest,

but!

you cannot take me away,

didn’t explore everything,

adventure,

sex,

Telling everyone i love them freely,

waving bye and hugging,

Loved ones,

over memories made,

our fights,

apology to mom and dad for being mean,

telling I love them dearly,

vile creature give me the blithe,

I rasp,

don’t you dare, it says,

I am death and come uninvited,

fuck love and the crap,

you had all the time,

not my fault you didn’t have fun!

you wait...I am coming!

Even the mightiest is fallible,

I conjure a trick,

plotting against the mightiest,

my end waits forever,

I trump death,

left reeling and staring blank at me!

Flash Fiction: Love Climax

White skirt sat on the near perfect skin and fluttered by the breeze as the pair of legs plodded to plonk on the lone bench in the park. A colorful hat hid the pretty hair like the forced smile hiding the pain on Neha’s face. She switched off her handset and flung it in the lake. He never came! She was numb and furiously flailed her legs in the air. The broken heart vowed not to love ever again. A strange sensation tightened her chest like an evil force on a rampage and she passed out on the bench.

A gentle kissed touched her cheek, stroking the long hair and dripping saliva felt on mouth. She slowly opened her eyes and saw him standing in front of her. It cannot be a dream, the lake, wind and the park, she enthused. He smiled and bent on his feet, gently holding her hand. “Sorry for making you wait,” he said. “I missed the train that went in flame. Love conspired for us to be together.” She got up and hugged him tightly, exploring every nook of his lip, caressing his face and kissing his eye. “You are mine forever. Nothing can take you away from me,” she beamed.

Partitioned love

Decade of longing, 

change in destination, 

scars, 

wrinkled faces, 

twisted voyage, 

 stormy affair,

a sea of lifetime, 

beyond birth and death, 

wheel of time, 

decrepit building, 

dusted civilization, 

raw emotions, 

a nest, 

birds flocking,

in quest of an identity,

survival,

trees razed off, 

when humans simply ceased to be, 

in search of, 

uprooted land, 

partitioned love,

Has anyone seen her?

i shall never be tired of waiting!

 

A heart to love

No love,

warring hearts,

wielding sword of emotions,

wedge,

shorn of reasoning,

come closer babe,

lose this peace,

delete all brain talk,

control,

not worth it,

we are no computer code language,

chuck out this turmoil,

not for us,

drop the weapons,

feelings don’t slug,

no nobel prize,

or claiming a trophy,

a date,

some laughs and teasing,

an innocent kiss,

complete this cycle,

fill in the blanks,

replace head with heart,

not tail.

Ten personal Quotes

Collection quotes and hoarding newspaper cut out was a favorite thing buried in the past and never thought could be a wordsmith. Feeble inspiration came when I was in a relationship and nursing heartbreak, reading the quotes and collecting them, the first thing to look in newspapers. It's another story that I spun the newspaper quotes in my own reflection and forwarded it on sms that was quite a huge thing in the past now lost in translation. Today, I share ten of my quotes, weaved by the silly mind that didn't look for quote masters or newspaper inspiration and truly original. Hope you will like them.

“You are success. Failure can never rule you. Whip this storm called success to make it your own.”

“I fear not death for it’s an integral part, my shadow lingering and the end shall be the new me, Karmic connection of my being.” 

“Why call it unrequited love to feel you never loved in the first place. Dance and make mad love with rejection and celebrate break up for You are love.” 

“Don’t threaten to slap and avoid me but love your beautiful hand to caress my face with your stamp to book me for life.”  

“Kiss is what I long for, deep and passionate for my soul to dance with envy, swirling like the ice cream.”

“I don’t call it break up but the soul’s liberation eluding my obsessive mind. We live without each other with each other, your senses, the linens scattered on the bed, scent of your lip and jet black hair, the image of your sensual, naked self walking inside the room. The day you stop haunting me, it shall be a break up.”

“Shorn of my clothes, I bear no shame for the soul stand naked in front of everyone to see not my flesh but a beautifully uncensored me.”

“There was a time, there is a time and will be a time when your love loomed larger and disappeared in the distance. Your shadow shone like the glittering moon and faded away in the silent night to wipe my tears, happiness and constant heart beat.”

“I am Truth. I am the cloud. I am the sky. I am God. I am Sex. I am never ashamed neither you should about ME.”  

“Love is intriguing but then ghosts live in the imagination in the heart’s temple.”

Fiction: Only if...

The mind drifted to the past. A city in ruins. Lives shattered. A palace adorned with gold, curvature forming semi-circles that once stood magnificently crumbled into ashes.

A lehenga flew like curtains draped on this beautiful woman and as she sashayed inside the palace, the gold-plated and embroidered silk dress became limitless to protect her flawless skin and dignity.

If only I could muster the courage to tell her how beautiful and divine she looked! But, then I was the poor son of a poor peasant belonging to the backward class who couldn’t dare to dream of love and kissing her flawless lip. A sin I would have committed. She smiled sheepishly and walked gracefully inside, waving bye to me. The princess sat like a Goddess disappeared inside the kingdom. I became mad that day. After all, love is not for paupers like me.

The night thunder blazed through the sky, the clouds wore a tint of dark and rain lashed everywhere, droplet fell on my skin and palm. The heavy rain wiped my tears as I saw the princess serenaded by the King’s son. It was a grand alliance. The princess couldn’t recognize my tears coalesced into the water. The fury of the rains like the angst and bruise of a broken heart refused to be cowed by the stream of tears, I sought refuge in the cheap liquor sitting all drenched, cursing my life, destiny and tragedy of being alive. Death would have been my liberation. I would avenge from destiny and destroy wealth accumulated at our cost, caste and poverty. They shall not mock the poor anymore. 

Love shall wield the power of a devil. Love shall wreck havoc on them against us. Oppose love and you shall burn in hell. Love will be the new religion, of closure and hell.

The decision was taken. The storm shall never pass! A man hurt in love has just lost his sanity and the liquor turned me into a one-man bruised mob, zigzagging in the dark night, gyrated in the dance of anger and stood in front of the mighty palace. The rain has stopped. I promised that no single tear would be shed and the finger flicked the matchstick to light the fire. All the riches in the world were brought down, erased and turn into ashes. If only I could tell the princess! The intense and passionate love that ravaged a heart to death. Only if!