titles ~ unimportant

Scratched price tags on the gifts you receive~ scream that a price was paid

Orange peels ~ for sweet revenges

Suicide ~ knowing that you can end your life anytime you want to. just the knowing ~ such a solace

Unstamped WinnieThePooh stamps on the handwritten letters you receive ~ first cutest

Live cricket matches ~ anytime. all for the mexican waves that die only after 5 whole rounds.and the sun-like floodlights

Takeshi's castle ~ must-enter

Darts and dart boards ~ with each dart you shoot, the bitchiness of life reduces. significantly

Funny videos ~ one of your wishes too is to die after you choke on laughter and tummy ache watching these?

Guys who watch jerry&tommy with nieces and nephews quarter their age and laugh as hard as the 8 year olds~ anytime. second cutest

Magnifying glasses, slingshots, big huge globes, harmonicas, sand timers, compasses ~ must-owns

Sanity ~ difficult to maintain

Pebbles on the streets ~ must-kicks

Tildes ~ lovely.lovely curves ~

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The wind teases their hair,
moments back neat and silksoft,
now wild and dishevelled.
You see their long proud backs
craned over the prouder riders
zooming past you
while you try to cross the road.
You hmph at it
and shrug off the tinge of longing
that spurs within.

The next moment you are reminded
of how the toothpaste tasted
in your morning attempt
to cleanse the yellow off your teeth
and how the bile burned your foodpipe.
You mentally note to ask the doc next room
how night-long cries result in morning biles.
You wonder why they switched to namboodiri's at home.
When you complained, amma said -no flouride,
appa blamed the P&G.
He misses the point wholly sometimes.
maybe he is aging.
you conclude meswak tastes better.

You think of how melanin,
in varying amounts, does wonders
you think of men walking the cleaner streets
you think of men gaping at the fairer skinned
you think of men dreaming of firmer breasts
you think of men dancing with the long-legged,
taller than themselves, perhaps

It seems the e-mails reach faster these days
than the meghdhoot of the stupid thoughts in your head.
Should you now feel foolish
for all the time you vained yesterday night
sleeplessly lying on your bed
trying telepathying people who took to flight?

Are you the Kondal Rao guy?Are you? Are you?

Pre.S: If you are asking me who kondalRao is, you are not his owner.
Stay away. Tumba thanks.

Dear KondalRaoGuy,
Is Kondal Rao still dead?
Is Kondal Rao a brown hairy tarantula?
My hello's to Kondal Rao.

I'm sure you have a dog named Swaminarayanan.
My hello's to Swaminarayanan too.

Can you help me name all the 3 dragon flies in the glass jar please?

Of warmth

The rains showering down all over us
All around us
And not a drop in between us!


(Perverthead,this is poetry.Not developmental biology)

HeartSinks

When you are left with the last cadbury gem
And the neighbourhood kid, the bully, barges into your room
His eyes popping out at the sight -GEMS!i want it!i want it!
Does your heart skip a beat?

When its raining,you go out near the glass window pane
And collect the drops with your cupped palm
walking back to your seat,dogbert handshakes your's with mrs.wheat's
And when you feel the drops escape without complaining
Does your heart skip a beat?

When you've lent a book to somebody
And you see them carelessly sip from a cup,hot coffee
or when you watch them step out in the rains, jolly
Does your heart skip a beat?

Of being just a spectator when something's spectacular?

Insignificance? Indignance?
To now sometimes feel like you are some kid made to sit in the strands of a stadium,one hand held by a gentle nanny, given a brightly colored ice-candy to hold in the other and being told repeatedly in the ears- "Kid, sit!enjoy! Watch the big boys play the game.Watch them make their moves! Cheer and clap! clap clap clap!".


Do all things except fairy-tales end with a sigh? Or do they begin with a sigh?

Sorry,Mr.Butterfly

This city is sad and has no dead butterflies. So, the other day when i was badly looking for a dead butterfly body, i made a gun of the first two of my fingers,folded the rest and shot at all the dragonflies and flutterbies i could spot.

That night,in my dreams,it rained butterfly bodies.

Upon arrival

When you come next, pluck a whole bunch of the dried dandelion flowers. And we shall spend the rest of the evening blowing tiny white parachutes off their stalks into the crimson evening sky and chasing them. Tiny white parachutes all over my place. Tiny white parachutes all over me. All over you. Tiny white parachutes between you and me.