ANGRY LITTLE GIRL IN LOVE

 As she opened the window in search of comfort,

As she narrated her sad love theme;

And as she lectured about the injustice and inequality prevailing in the world,

When she brushed her teeth like a shoe-shine boy;

In all these she looked like an angry little girl in love.

 She said that she does not love him anymore,

 She said that she does not have nice clothes to wear; 

 She said that she was broke, she said that the 'other' is a real pain,

She said that she wanted a life buried in books;

In whatever she said, I could sense that she was just an-

Angry little girl in love.

 Something is bitter, something is sweet in her,

Something is descent, something is salacious about her;

She is very likable, but sometimes very irking,

She is just so confusing, and I should not doubt the reason why;

For she is just an angry little girl in love.....with freedom.

ENEMIES OF HIS OWN: ARE GOOD LOOKING MEN ENVIED?

Long ago, I heard that beauty was ‘an unfaithful mistress’, and that it can be possessed only by women. As I grew up I found myself surrounded by beautiful women, the sad thing was they were hated and mocked behind their backs. They were considered either dumb or heartless or both, it was as if they had committed a crime by being beautiful. The comments they got were harsh, the rumours were as usual false, beauty was like a curse which they knew they had to deal with until wrinkles appeared on their once flawless face. If they smile then it was considered as a sign of flirtation, if laughed out loud then it was considered as a way of attracting attention, if they had a frown face then it was concluded they had a moody personality. Whatever, it was they were always the ‘subject of envy’, it was so true. I carried on the notion that men are least hit by how the other fellow mates look, but I was wrong. I am happy that I did not take long to see the waves were same in the other camp too, and this is the reason why I am writing this article.

I came up with an idea to do an independent research for a feature write-up on ‘Beauty envy’ it had a lot to do with deep thinking (it was analytical in content). Side by side, I enrolled myself in a class, my good luck was that- there was this Sean O’ Pry looking guy in the class, he was overly handsome, wore designer clothes from head to toe- Zara, Prada, Gucci and Dolce and Gabbana, Dior, on the top of it, he drove BMW, Ferrari and Mercedes depending on the weather. Most of the girls had a crush on him; I was the exception. One fine day, a bunch of guys was gossiping in a very low tone, I was curious so I pulled my chair nearer to them and heard every bit of it in detail. Oh! They had a problem, I mean lots of problems with 'Mr. Straight Out of Mills and Boons', they hate the fact that he was always clean shaven, hate that his hair was incorrect fashion, hate that he was rich and smart, but above all, they were threaten for he was a knocker. One complained, “He thinks himself as an actor? Always so dressed.” Then it was followed by another comment, “Look at his spikes!” It was supported by the words, “God knows how much hair gel he must be using.”, and hai then someone said, “He looks as if he had an electric shock.”, “He is dumb, wears anything stupid.”  As the days went by; the preconceptions of him followed- he must be a big show off, womanizer, spoil brat and irresponsible, dumb and etc. I just wanted to yell out, “Leave the boy alone!” But no, things lasted for three months. I wonder what happen out of sudden that they stopped bitching about him, maybe they got bored or maybe they had reasons of their own. However, one thing got cleared- handsome guys like beautiful girls are envied.

I wonder how useful envy is, I wonder if there is a difference between envy and jealousy...By the way, at the end of the research I developed a huge crush on him, and every time he smiled at me (which I believe was for me), it was a joy…muah!

WHY I LOVE FOOTBALL MORE THAN CRICKET?

 

10. That famous Sourav Ganguly shirtless incident still haunts me.

9. Footballers have strong legs. Cricketers? I don't know-covered in pants.

8. Twenty-twenty, its okay, but test series...ahahaha, such a lazy game. Oh! football, I love the ninety-minutes-it is quick and smart.

7.  No comparison between umpire and referee- whether it be the dress code or the size of the belly.

6. Watch cricket match in television- and you will know how irritating the commercial breaks are.

5. Every time I need someone to teach me the cricket jargon, the rules, the As and the Zs, it's complex. Football, aah! kick the ball in opponent's goal-post. 

4. The cost-benefit analysis: To play cricket we need: a standard cricket ball, bats, pads, gloves, stamps, helmet, and suitable footwear. For football: a football, two posts and footwear. Just calculate.

3. Compare the fielders biting their nails in great ease, till they miss a catch. Footballers,,,active till the last.

2.My bother is crazy about football, and I love him a lot, and I love what he loves, so I love football, hence proved.

1. I am from the land of great Dr.T Ao, an unsung football hero.

 

 

 

 

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THAT LAZY AFTERNOON

The time had burned to ashes,

As he lowered his mouth to utter the word of splendid instructions.

I concentrated so much on his eyes that his lips touched mine.

And slowly his hands made symbols in the vague air-space;

Those were not mere movements, they were touches caressing my burden soul.

I saw his ripen nipples, they were like the trees of God's garden.

I wanted him so much, but he was just like a graduation picture- the glass of loneliness was between us....

I THOUGHT IT WAS A DREAM

Two hearts beating as one;
You looked at me and I was whole,
Days and nights were rivers of memory,
Finding no reasons to leave you, like woolen socks during winter.
I thought it was a Dream.

And you took me to the rocky garden,
Kissed me, and we laughed at your shivers;
The sparks in your eyes were the love you hold,
And the cheap biscuits were fine, so was the distant sunset.
I thought it was a Dream.

But, the love and blue shirts got faded,
The wine never filled the glass;
Now, we are just friends trying to find the easiest way out,
I thought it was a Dream...
Indeed it was a Dream.

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

LINES FOR A METRO SEXUAL MAN

 

 

 

 

Twentieth times you have checked yourself in the mirror,

Your hair is fine, you smell like a virgin forest, your shoe smile with designer label,

You hate pot-belly, your abs shows it.You don't smile with gums out, and does not dig your nose;

You elbows are never dark- thanks to lemon and sugar, you don't have stinky socks under your bed,

You know the difference between cream and lotion, shampoo and conditioner, manicure and pedicure, yes; you are such a cure.

You love 'How I Met Your Mother',you love trance music;

You love football, iPhone,salads, comedy flicks;

You wear hammer pants, look at me watches,and cool sunglasses,

You are good looking and you know that.

You read fashion magazine, and drive like cyclone,

You love compliments,I don't mind giving one;

You are a sucker for attention; and you deserve thousands of it,

You hate too much of details, so I keep this poem sweet and short.

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

READING MAPS

There is a happiness within me today. The object of my affection seems to get a clue of my existence, it was all  but a matter of time. I smiled at God's own song, who was standing there tall like Alps mountain, still without sorrow. Could not believe that the black horse was so good in reading maps, it was like a dream, which I knew that could come true someday with my charms at a display. The horse knew the grassland where I graze, waiting for me as if for centuries. I could not help, but stood there and admired his majestic build, and there the magnificence was emitted from its eyes, which in no seconds lowered like my own chinks for the sun was too strong for my love's delicate eyes. I wanted to run, and rub myself in the warmness of its genuineness, but could not for the price was too hard to pay. All I have to know for now is the horse had followed me....it has learned to read maps....I know I won't be lost.