Calculator

Calculator

Click, click

Clickity click

I’m Mr. Calculator

I calculate

Add up the smiles

Bracket your secrets

Divide your pain

And minus all the hate

That’s what I’ll do

That’s what I am

I’m Mr. Calculator

I calculate

Use the power within

 To give thyself soul

Use your fingers

And control your own fate

That’s what I’ll do

That’s what I am

I’m Mr. Calculator

I calculate

Use your memories

To behold your future

Multiply your knowledge

Equals to your state

That’s what I’ll do

That’s what I am

I’m Mr. Calculator

I calculate

Let me calculate

The meaning of love

Simplify the conflict

And algorithms of a debate,

That’s what I’ll do

That’s what I am

I’m Mr. Calculator

I calculate

Let me learn

To use myself well

Let me have a pounding heart

Let it pound for humanity

And peace and knowledge

Let me see only what I

Dream and know of

Till I sustain my heart rate.

Because that’s what I’ll do

That’s what I am

I’m Mr. Calculator

I calculate

Blessed with a mad husband

Blessed with a mad husband 

He trumpets

And he shouts,

His quarrels

His confidence and

 His doubts

Her beloved husband

Drooling and drunk

Then to rid the house

Of his stench

She would seek a skunk

His bubbling face

His bone shaking breath

She would conceive

Slowly at times

Feel his forehead gently

To check on his health

But he’d shout

Shout even harder at her

Love is not a symphony

He knows

His hands are all

That moves to show love

Wherever he goes

He drinks

To forget the things

The ones he could not be

Then drinks some more

To conceal the reality

Too blurred to see

He brags

To her, all about

What he has done

She listens and “humms”

Knowing,

There are none

She was blessed!

Blessed with this

Mad husband long ago

Two children on the account

Whose eyes still sparkling

Their father, vigor

He has no guilt

Of not being able

To put up smiles

On his children and his wife

A drunkard he is,

Submerged are his actions

Submerged is his life.

Cold game

Cold game

     I walked through it all, that day! A maze, a silent village, hidden under the persona of a ruthless city. It had everything to offer you; love, kindness, peace, anger, fear and happiness. It goes inside you and opens you up like a fresh blossom, within you and then you soul is the boundary. Your eyes become the boundaries of your imagination. And your legs become your ride into the trance.

     Everything that you see succeeds in mesmerizing you, touching you and moving you. The newly paved pavement, recently planted shrubs and fast painted light poles. The covered up pot holes and cleaned garbage-corners. The polished leaves and the exiled dogs, who were allowed to mate, by god. The road is so empty yet so filled. So clean! Yet so artistic. The opening hours of a small-built vegetable shop, vendor. The dreams of the woman, owner, who probably is a mother of two or more waiting upon her back home. Her own shopping list though, is the matter of thought.

     There were masks on sale. A lot of them, wooden, strong, small and big masks on sale. Carved to perfection. Still incomplete. Someone laying out there, a man of age with nothing but drizzling, bone-chilling morning mist to cover his blue body. Sound sleep-drugged body. A careless and carefree body. Scars and medicine.

     The melodies ringing in the music shops of blissful serenity, brings the chill right into your arteries. The calm words of the houses and the roads, who are worried about how they aren’t going to be able to talk all remaining day till midnight! You reach places, but the scene is same, the sounds are the same. Your legs are tired but you heart is strong and your eyes are curious. The temple horses, kings and queens, wood and metal everything is cold today. Silence and eloquent. Proud but beautiful.

     And you are the little master of your own dimension. You are the game and so you play. What a cold game it is, you think !