My Lobster!

Into the complexity of your thoughts,

let me disappear, inhaling the fragrance

of your soul.

Inside that beautiful mind of yours,

let me build a world, where you and I

herd a flock of sheep, and

sleep under the stars.

Show me that space in your heart where

you’ve kept alive, the truest of love for me,

untouched by the perils of time.

Show me that space in your heart where

only I have entered, and stayed so long.

Help me undress your linen of enigma

and fondle the chest where

ages of pain, you’ve lovingly hidden.

Help me undress your linen of enigma

and indulge with what’s righteously mine.

In your eyes I see a sense of wonderment,

a childlike freshness of soul.

How many years have passed?

How long have we come together?

And you remain, you still remain,

the key to my all dubiety.

My Lobster!

Writer's Block

A couple of months away from Facebook and Whatsapp, and I feel like I have finally begun to live a life like before technology had begun to eat our brains. I wake up in the morning and watch my phone sleeping peacefully on my side table. I do not feel that violent urge to shake it awake and load it with updates and news and whatever. Even I feel peaceful for there is no idiot in here to disturb me with their utterly stupid and mostly harmful thoughts. There hasn’t been anything that is nearly as serene as staying away from those two social media platforms and I think I should have done it like months before, much before what is happening in the north and the east and the west began to bother me, much much before I even tasted the pomposity of such spaces. Well why should I be blabbering this here? Because I have nothing else to blabber about.

Why has life become, all of a sudden, a less-happening, more useless, monotonous drama? I would have much appreciated a sit-com or a thriller, with some twists and turns. Or may be for the sake of my own anticipatory happiness let me pretend that some sexy story is on the way, and while its being written and re-written and perfected, I am asked to sit here and just absorb the last bits of boring normalcy. Now that seems like something I can do!

Again, it is the boring blabbering that’s going on. But yeah, I promise I will be doing better than this the next time. My creativity has taken a break which, unfortunately, has lasted a lot longer than I would have preferred. It has just got used to the state of rest that I doubt whether it has motion sickness, and now I must give it a small, very respectful and rather strong kick in the right place to let it know that time’s up and I am ready here to work with it. Now you must understand that my creativity has this very intolerable habit of acting cool and being the dude thing. It has just passed its infancy and is still in its teenage, so listening to someone right away would be a mortifying thing for my creativity. So I am trying all my tips and tricks here because if I don’t do it properly I might scare it away, which I do not want to do under any circumstances. So while I am sitting here with my laptop on, on a table full of books read, unread, and to-be read, sipping a cup of coffee and waiting for my darling creativity to come greet me, I thought I’ll put up something to help engage you.