Thoughts to Words

"You were such close friends. Then what happened?" Then over time and due to long-distance, we fell out of friendship. None of these justifications has a role to play in this history. Long-distance and time had nothing to do with us parting ways. We ended the friendship. Why? Because we didn't feel connected anymore, that's just it. When the heart has decided to be absent, the last verse writes itself.   "Doesn't it hurt to lose such a friendship which meant so much in your life?" It hurts. However, it would hurt more if we continued to be friends because all that would remain is a tag. "Close friends"- we would try too hard to meet the expected standards of this label and fix things. Then we would secretly wish one of us abandoned this "fixing mode". To dodge going on a guilt trip, we'd hope the other person takes the initiative to quit first. We were close friends because we wanted to be. It is the reason why we gave our friends...

The blade is drooling over the blood it has, your blood. Unperturbed by your gig of screaming, I chopped slender slices of your thumb. A minimal percentage of the deformed finger is left for you because you can suck on the fear till you graduate from my world-class school. The laptop on my desk is fully charged and I have to watch a documentary on Charles Sobhraj but you just won't shut the thumb up. You're putting ideas into my head...Sushi out of your tongue? Fuck it, I am not a fishy person. I am good, I am your expert guidance. Blabber in silence, my patience is running thin. I have done a great job on this short slideshow. Without wasting my energy put your eyes and ears on my presentation. The second slide shows the picture of a man with a burnt palm and the third one is of a woman who lost her wrist because a robber had demanded for her Apple watch. She had to pay a bomb (I mean a working wrist) for not spending her attention on his command. The following photograph is o...

Ajay Pandita, a Kashmiri Pandit sarpanch was recently killed by terrorists. I am not interested in joining the club of pseudo-liberals and I will voice my humble opinion when a life is lost due to terrorism. About terrorism and its employees, a terrorist is a brainwashed person who has cut all ties with humanity and can go to any extent to fulfil a nasty agenda. Whether terrorism is hidden behind the mask of a political party and operates on fascist ideologies or it is being practised by keeping guns and bombs on religion's shoulder to set ablaze innocent lives, it is the same damn demon performing atrocious crimes and conspiring against civilization in different clothes. With the ability of logical reasoning, how hard is it to understand that the immoral deeds of a person have to be challenged and it has to be done without siding with a particular label? The only team you should be rooting for is humanity and it doesn't have reservations for a specific caste, creed, sex, race,...

When it comes to instincts, it's hard to walk past them. Damn, they're the testimony of how I ran out of tissues to wipe you off my eyes. I shouldn't be appalled if my eyelids explode like a pressure cooker punched in the tummy. I trusted the trust you fabricated with the diabolical atoms from Lucifer's body. Although you never were a fallen angel. You were the slur that perchance died out under the sun but the dead are loafers chilling out here and there as the darkness to the conceited sky which is hungrily lusting to have eight distinctly adulterous consummations with the moon.  The venom in me isn't your contribution. I wouldn't give you the power of attorney because anything that has you in it is an arrow stuffed with the yolk of the deil. Plotting to drag me to a bed that has a sheet flattened out of a dragon who is in his slumber but is very much in contact with the inferno boiling in his mouth.  In the cup of your hands was the fault in my stars, I worsh...

Marriages and how I implode when the antipathy it assaults me with is venomous. Hell, how old and bad habits die hard. Grey habits with a habitat that is downright dangerous and should go up in flames. Only a dolt with candy floss in his inner circle will be sucking up to those fairies and the second hand lies they go around littering and pick up the mushy teddy bears with 'I am all happy and distilled' popping out of their chests. Mending is not what a prince does in Sleeping Beauty or what the house of Hansel and Gretel which is plastered with confectionery, candies and cake is. You cannot just mend things like that especially when they are broken. Broken is broken and when you are desperate to mend the broken you break the broken into dandelions that lose their cause in the quest of getting back to where they were. Hiring adjustments and designating them to work on assignments that are baseless claims of some forced agreement is insanely patronizing the supermassive black ho...

Words are interesting. I place them one after the other in the most convincing way to make you fall for them. A creature tucked inside a comforting blanket, a cup of bed tea will suffice as a bribe for you. I play my instrument of truth effortlessly and I make you the flag bearer of it. While you scream slogans of my bravery, I laugh at your half-grown sensibility. Pawns don't verify the lie because the luxury of truth can cost them their lives. ©songbriti

Dear Deemed to be University, You are the founder of excellence and service. You have been carrying forward a legacy of unity in diversity amidst the mighty buildings of your campus. The greenery around you reminds me of how I owe my safe and secured future to you. Your management is so distinguished that discipline bows down to your command.  You have taught the growing buds on your premises to develop themselves holistically both through theory and  practice. Even today, I stood in the queue of rules and regulations with an energetic mind, waiting to see what spirituality would sound like when an esteemed soul with years of experience in it would explain it to me through an unplugged conversation. I waited in the queue for an hour because I strongly believed that patience is an integral part of spirituality. However, I think the fruits of patience were on a leave today. Waiting in the queue patiently and hoping that discipline would take me to my destiny, I learnt how t...

If I stop by your home one evening to ask you how you have been all this while, would you tell me the truth or would you lie to me? I'd take a box of customised dark chocolates for you because...I think I know your sweet tooth never says "No" to them. Your eyes would widen on seeing me after years, I am a little worried that they would sneak a look at the bodily expressions I planned to hide. I guess that is how it is supposed to be...a little nervousness on my mind and a bit of your inquisitiveness to normalise the situation. Thankfully, I am good at covering up a lot of the ongoing mess inside my head with some self-deprecating humour. I would unapologetically exploit my sense of humour and push it beyond a boundary where I would secretly hope that it breaks the iceberg between us from the tip to the crux. The skyline would bask in the glory of the orange hues. The sun might gobble the melted ice and pour its heart out emotionally on seeing us sipping on a cup of espr...

Clenched by confusion, you stood there in between commas that surfeited on the discarded shards of full stops. The thread-like blue rivulet cluelessly flowed in all directions of the ivory white bank and besmirched it. What led to your failed condition? My dwindling interest in you which blew out in the dead of the night or my growing temptation to explore the next marvelous beauty I've been trying to understand for months? Just as I couldn't take my mind off you, I feel drawn to it too. The only difference is I left you without giving you a closure and I have nearly been ungrateful. The silver nib dragged you to the edge of the cliff and pushed you to a baffling end on my command. To make you feel slightly better, I choose to disclose to you that I put many before you at rest to make space for the new ones. I run out of peace by some deaths because they were dear to me and I also cold-heartedly leave many like you to decay. I shall pay you a visit sometime if you wish. Afte...

Dear 2019, Thank you for gracing my breath with your presence. A few hours ago, just before you came into being; life and death played the last over of 2018 on some unrepaired roads, in hospitals and in cities devastated by terror attacks or calamities. All this, to leave an aged couple helplessly waiting for their child to return home, a husband mourning for the demise of his better half, a five-month old baby crying for his mother and the list goes on. Yesterday, on the eve of your arrival, an orphan celebrated his birthday with gratitude and love for his God-gifted family in a shelter home. The words "Friends are family" couldn't be more true. A daughter who is being raised by a single mother hid her worries beneath a smile as she was focused on her responsibility of keeping her mother happy through thick and thin because that was the last wish of her late father who lost his life for his motherland at the Wagah border in the end of autumn. In Caesar's way of ...