AFTER KISSING SO MANY FROGS

Guy 1: There was a time in my life when I thought that he is going to be the one, then I got bored of him.

Guy 2: There was a time in my life when I thought that he is a fantastic kisser, then I was told he was a serial kisser.

Guy 3: There was a time in my life when I thought he could have awakened me, then I realized he was such a loser.

Guy 4: There was a time in my life when I thought I will steal or save him away from the lady he was hooked with, for he said he was shackled. Then I realized what a miserable old man he was.

Guy 5: Then I met this guy who was perfectly average in everything, it was easy to fall for him, yes, he was the best among the worse, but I got so possessive that he hated me, his friends hated me, his families hated me. I am alive for he had a small world.

                                             

Then came this guy, I cannot stop looking. How can someone be so handsome? We haven't spoken yet. I am not going to make the first move. I am yet to kiss him. Afraid that he might me one of the frogs in my laboratory.

                                 -after kissing so many frogs, I am yet to break the spell-

MONDAY BLUES

The day brings a blue face,
The weekend's bless gone, an iron pants to start with;
There is a boredom in the desk and the bed does not seem happy,
I see the people in the street mad and robotic.

I don't see the laughter in any rank,
And the shower of delight has been sucked by the Billboard;
The sparrow chanted, " Oh! Monday."
And the baker wiped his sweat from the brow

The lady from the window collected the scene of the Friday's party,
Why is there only one rang? Where are the other colours?
Well! After a whole circle the weekend will show its face.


*The edited version of this poem can be found in Ayangti Longkumer's Magic Quill.

SOMETHING (UN) SOBER

I am back! Right from the start I knew that 2012 will be a busy year for me...it's proving true... 

Today, what I am writing is something many of us will not agree. Yippee! It does not matter for I am not counting  votes. So, I ask, how many of us wants to be sober and always sober?  Talk sober, act sober, think sober, dress sober, eat sober and live sober. I like sober people, but cannot digest when they indicates in their actions or in words their profound dislike for the people who stands in contrast with them. I know a wild child, she is not into drug, she is very high spirited and loves to dress in a manner which my sober friends finds "LOUD!". But, to be honest she is one of the bestest (there is no such word, this is the writer's license I am using) friends I ever had. I click well with her for I, myself is not sober most of the time. I am into experimenting  things to which my sober friends whispers, "I am not with you. Grow up! We are no more kids." Which could mean that if they were kids, they could have indulge in the pleasure of it. I wonder what  pulls them back. 

Simple case : 'Dance in the Rain'- Is there a punishment for dancing in the rain? Yes. If you are six years, your mom will shout at you for you might caught cold. When you are 20 or more you might be pulled back by your friend  for being such an attention seeker, when in real all you wanted was to play in rain. 

What is holding me back from doing stuffs that I like may be different from what holds you back. Why is this magnet so strong that we loss our real self to it. I wonder, why is the league of 'sober people' becoming stronger day by day? But the truth is they themselves are under the influence of an opium, the detoxification of which is impossible.........so lets all sit and make omelette.