Y-fronts

So today I went to this store to get me a few Y-fronts.
I really should have checked the colours.
After coming home and tearing the receipt I find out that one of them was RED.
Yes. Blood Red.
All of a suden I feel like a pornstar.

Euphoria

I've been falling into one of those mystifying traps that are not really traps, but corridoors to life and euphoria.

It's a feeling that's very hard to describe and nearly impossible to experience.
Everything seems perfect.

When I sit in a three-wheeler heading towards home; I feel as though I'm on a heavnely chariot powered by inter-gallactic forces - heading toward nowhere at the speed of light.

When the wind hits my face it seems as though the elements want to embrace me; they make up for their lack of form and shape by enveloping me with all they have - carbon monoxide laden oxygen.

The morning fog looks like it has been holding treasures in it's midst since time immemorial, only for my ultimate unravelling.

Looking at the wall clock I feel as though time has come to a standstill; the clock ticks, the earth spins around, but time is at a standstill.

Sitting here in office in the dead of the night I feel like I'm the centre of the Universe.

I can go on and on, but my thoughts are travelling faster than I can type.

Everything else seems trivial - getting a job, procreation, a good haircut - everything. That's why it is really impossible to experience- we keep getting lost in such trivialties of life.

It's a trap because you never want to get out of it- I know I don't want to.

I can't describe this feeling anymore. I don't want to. Words can do no justice to this.

The Lie

Waiting for death,
She made me a request.

Can you take me to my childhood, if only for a minute?
Ofcourse, I will.

It was a lousy attempt.
My heart was weeping, the brain - dead.

I didn't like the outcome.
She told me she loved it.

It was lie - I knew
She didn't wan't to hurt me.

Struggling for life, praying for death, she didn't want to hurt me.
In my mind I said-Mom, I know you lied.

Standing beside her grave, I tell her-
I know, you lied.

Note to Self

Everything has it's place in time.
Don't try and make your destiny, don't even try to find it.
Live like there's no tomorrow.
Everything has it's place in time.

Tears Never Cried

They run through my heart,
The tears I never cried.

They linger in my heart,
Words I never said, of love and forgiveness.

They pierce my heart,
Words I said, bitter and loathesome.

They are lost within me,
The laughters of yore; gifts of life.

They confine me to life,
The airs that go in and out.

They give me reason,
Memories of yesterday, moments just gone by.

They betray me without shame,
The musings of tomowrrow; promises of nothing.

Wish I could turn back time,
To where I never was.
Wish I could stop it from ticking,
To where I was not yet.

- Mairaj Zindran

I'm the king

What does it feel like,
When you want to cry,
But the tears won't roll by.

What does it feel like,
When you wan't to cry,
But there's no shoulder nearby.

What does it feel like,
When you have to choose-
Not from good and evil,
But lesser of two evils.

She asks me - 'Would I like an eco-friendly bag?'
No-I say.
I want an ego-friendly bag,
Something which says-'I'm the king'.

Note to Self

This is the 3rd night in a row that I've not had the time to eat dinner in office.
I'll have to go home to my faithful cup of tea again.

Am I missing something here?
Isn't there more to life than this?
Wouldn't I rather be a motorcycle junkie or a hippie?