A Little Romance!

After a long and strenuous day I long and pine only for you. My heart, my soul and even my body wants, to only hold you. On my way back from work, all I can think of is getting back to you, holding you, and loving with all my might, all my passion. All I can think of is the mysteries and the love that you will slowly unfold under my embrace.

 

Reaching home, I lose all my patience waiting for you to come to the bathtub, while I am slowly drifting in under your charm, beneath the hot waters. Just when my body relaxes among the bath salts, I can wait no more, I grab you inside, holding you, oh so tight.

 

Slowly I move you closer to me, hovering my fingers over your face. Oh the touch, you can never know darling, what you do to me!! The sensation. Your smell, have I ever told you, even your charming smell leaves me mesmerized? Closing my eyes, I lean forward just to breathe in that smell, again and yet again. You do not interfere once. It is as if you have given yourself to me.

 

Smiling, opening my eyes, I move back, still holding you with all my love, my fingers still hovering above the tattooed marks on your skin. Do you feel anything when I touch you? ‘Cause baby, I sure feel something.

 

Slowly, caressing you again (not sure for the last time) I open the hardbound copy, removing the bookmark, I start reading.

 

PS: I am sorry from the bottom of my heart for the ruined end, but with so much love in the air, I had to be a spoilsport. 😉

 

 

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A writer’s Musings!

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Do share your thoughts on this one.

Do you agree that writers are worth something?

Or do you stand with the others believing that writers are a confirmed, forbearing and a resigned set?

Just a thought!

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Just a thought that keeps bouncing on my head when people badger me with constantly saying that I do need to “Grow up”!!

#Keepthechildaliveinyou!

Fumbling Valiance!

Has it ever happened?

That you feel trapped?

You consider yourself quite brave,

But in all honesty, you are scared.

You thought that you forgot that feeling.

With so much constantly happening.

But one fine day,

You find yourself to pray.

Your fingers are crossed,

And you find yourself so much engrossed.

Fumbling, fidgeting,

Anxious; petrified; feeling alarming.

Has it ever happened to you?

That something so important knocks the door,

That your knees go weak,

And valiance seems like yore.

 

Why god? Why??

The last year it was my computer that betrayed

For time and again it ruined its brand name;

So come May, 2018 brought a new expenditure

Safely increasing my light vollet’s temperature.

 

With grieving tears I bid it adieu

When one last time I shut it due;

For the technologically challenged me

Never likes to learn anything new.

 

And yet with all my might

I let my patronized hand by;

Forcing to come out of my loving comfort

Trying to suit myself with the new head with all the discomfort.

 

So, the Kindle was a little postponed

And I could not have been less joyed;

When in came 2019 with new promises

But oh, alas! I was hardly aware of what lay ominous.

 

I danced and pranced waiting for July,

Dreaming and planning which Kindle to try;

But 2019 broke my heart too early

For come January, I broke my smartphone curtly.

 

“You wanted to reduce your screen time,

Now you have no screen.”

Came back the mocking reply

To which I was not so very sly.

 

I pledge and vow to use and old buttoned phone

But how long is it going to last is widely known;

And so once again Kindle will be pushed down

Trying to fumble with a new gadget making myself a clown!

 

Don’t even let me begin on the specifications of a new phone

For there is nothing good like the one that I did own;

The ones that will have everything will surely be above my budget

And the ones that will comply to it will be merely like a puppet.

 

Why God? Why??

 

I know you are looking down on me

Scornfully saying- “I didn’t make that damned phone.”

And so I completely agree

But why did we ever let it become like meat and potatoes.

 

With that grieving sigh

I shut down my phone;

Resolving tight

To go back to that buttoned phone.

 

But wait, I forget

Because it is the 4G age;

And my old phone

Has so far considerably aged.

 

So what do I do now?

Carry my laptop around?

Oh, I know, I will succumb!

But which new gadget I should let me run?

 

With time I will eventually find

Something between a budget and a puppet;

And then I shall see how long it takes me to try

Before even that one goes down the bucket.

 

Though in time wonders do strike

How far materialism could hike;

A simple gadget troubles me so

That its going away makes me low.

Grumpiness And Twittering!

I had a rough day. Well, honestly I am having a rough year since last year and so I have started taking and considering things by days and hours. So now I don’t ask someone on a Saturday, “how was your week?” I simply ask, “Ho was your day?” when someone asks me for a plan on a Friday, when today is still Wednesday, I reply “I’ll tell you a day prior to it.” Things have been so surprising (in a really wrong and unhappy way) that I have started dealing things one at a time, because really? Future? More unacceptable and uncertain than I thought!

 

So yeah, a rough day again!! Pretty mundane for me now. And returning from that rough day all I want to do is sit at home, watch that stupid TV where nothing is good on telecast, eat and go to sleep. Yeah, even if it is too early!! I am just tired.

 

So there I was succumbing to my mundane plan, getting into my sulky pajamas, when I heard a perky chirping somewhere around. Didn’t realize where? Didn’t give it a second thought. Ran about my chores.

 

I heard it again.

 

“What the hell? What is this noise? Can I not even sulk, in peace?” grumbled my grumpy self.

 

The noise stopped instantly!

 

I open the sandwich that I have brought myself and make some coffee.

 

The chirping continues.

 

On second thought it seemed like a wind chime. And the grouchy me hated that happy sound. What was the reason for being happy anyways?

 

I rush to my balcony to see if someone has put that stupid thing on again?

 

No sign!

 

The chirping persists.

 

I try to ignore. Go back to my sandwich.

 

Coffee seems the only thing to stay with me.

 

Chirping..

More chirping..

And then even more chirping. Like a bundle of noise thrown at me. It grows louder, and even louder, so louder that I feel that it is coming from inside my house. But where from exactly? And who, let me see, has the nerve to irritate me further?

 

I rush to the living room, ignoring my food in the kitchen table.

 

Holy mother of God!!

 

There is a gang of birds inside my house, giving me a live performance of that twittering. I am taken by surprise. Shocked! How the hell did they come in? I mean the window is open, but they never come in. Why? How? And why today, then? And look at the audacity. The birds are not just simply sitting and flying away. Not a place for temporary rest! They are most comfortably seated, around 20 of them and are singing happy tunes at their pitch of their voices!! I am alarmed and happy at the same time. Yes, happy! Yeah, the grumpy me swiftly changes my mood from being that grumpy Ove to that smiling bird. And what voices they have, what tunes they deliver. Oh my, oh my!! And they stay.

 

I go closer, not fearing that they will fly away. Something tells me that they will stay. And stay they did.

 

I am sitting just inches away, listening to them, lost somewhere.

 

When I open my eyes, I feel so relieved, so much so that I haven’t felt in pretty long time. I take their presence for granted; leave to get my food and the coffee, which is turning cold. I come back to find them just as I had left them. Really?

 

I eat with the presence of a live band singing melodies into my ears.

 

After I have satisfied my hunger, I clear the plate and the cup, drop them in the sink, only to find that their voices are lowering, and they are leaving one by one. I rush back to the window.

 

I don’t know what tells me to do so, but in that instant I grab my phone, and click a picture. By the time I have done so, all I am left with a different click of perhaps, Mr. Coffee Hater?

 

Why did they leave? (Greedy much?)

 

Oh the melody! (Hypocrite much?)

 

Who needs them anyway? (Yeah, right!)

 

“I don’t even like wind chimes and the birds were pretty much just the same.” And with this thought I rush back to my room.

 

PS: If you zoom into the picture you’ll get to see the grumpy coffee hater! 😀

If My Phone Could Talk….

As we are trying to make our lives easier through technology, isn’t there a part of us that is getting overly dependent on these means? So much so that it gets almost extremely disgusting at some point. Haven’t we gotten really far from actual social networking in the stead of social networking?

 

I really find it very weird sometimes when I see people literally talking to the phone, not over the phone, but to it. I have seen my friends do it, sometimes when I am busy even I do it to speed things up a bit, but when I see the speakerphone on our phones to be used as an entertainer, well it’s just funny!!

 

See for yourself!!

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Damn right, we are!!

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Now, what? Are we going to joke back at Siri?

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Which is?

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And what about us? Any new jumpers?

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Thanks for the info, but as usual we’ll pass!

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Yes, probably find a little sensibility, and the courage to ask real people for plans!

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What if she asks our scores? I am below negative, for sure!

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Better imagination than mine, shall I say?

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Well….

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Now shall we have some self respect?

 

Seriously, what is happening to us?

 

Believe me, all I do with my Siri, is ask it to call or text someone, or at the maximum to look up something over the internet, but people really do these stuff! At first I didn’t believe it, but they really do! Hey, I am not judging anyone for doing this, but all I am saying is I would rather ask the person sitting next to me to tell me a joke or talk to me rather than a flat screen shining phonily at me.

 

PS: If you did laugh a bit, then thanks to the humor, well humor, which Siri puts  in her responses 😉

I guess there’s another post script required: The idea of this post came from an acquaintance who kept sharing WhatsApp stories of how she was having fun talking to Siri! At first it was comical, but in time it grew more like Raj’s obsessions (From Big Bang Theory) who almost thinks Siri is real, and even as much thinks her to be his girlfriend! The post is made in no intention of hurting anyone’s feelings. If at all this proves offensive or impolite, then I am sorry, because I have no intentions as such. And if so, I will consider this as a failed attempt of my being humorous.

So, here’s to technology!

 

Cogito Ergo Sum. ["I think Therefore I am"]

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