I have been losing
Memory I never had
That’s not a riddle
Not even contrary to popular opinion
It’s the dark matter
Of all that we are
Love is built on such
Hate too probably faith definitely
How we like to think we live with what we know
How we assume and borrow to cope
I wanted to write something
deep
or honest
or worth your time
But
it is Sunday morning
when I think
about
why I asked
Will you marry me
or why I did not say
I love you
Ah
They
won’t be thinking
about
that
this Sunday morning
or
any other day.
Discovered dating too late,
With action & words out of sync
As in a badly dubbed movie.
She asked for #wine and salad,
I chose double choc ice-cream soda
Before parotta and beef double fried.
She wanted mine,
Avoid hints and amore
Before parotta and beef double fried.
#NAlove
“How do we solve this case, Insp. Shokie?”
“Sexual abuse and caste discrimination—the two crimes tough to prove. Even the ‘good’ will support the sick smug scum. Then, the counter-charges, the support of influencers and the #sense-less public’s apathy or worse disgust.”
#vss365
'Today, I read 'Ar-#rhythm-ic Life'. It is about me. Who knew what I did to her?'
"Suicide notes should say more."
"Who wrote the book, Insp. Shokie?"
"Who else? Never write about yourself. And, never forget your pseudonym. You are your worst enemy even without that."
#vss365
