Arrhyming Verse

It was early evening - the light of a warm yet soothing afternoon had started seeping out and the misty clime was setting in - the twilight of autumn. I sat in my room - watching a romantic-comedy movie on my laptop and punching away SMSes to glory on my mobile phone. It was my off day from work and and I had taken a resolve not to laze around, so I had spent half the morning downloading a couple of movies using my newly-installed high speed net connection (!) So, as I sat enjoying the fruits of my labour, father came back from work, shortly followed by mother. It was time to catch up on a whole week of missed out family interactions, thanks to my inverted working hours. In the midst of all this, the light brown envelope lay on my envelope. I had almost forgotten, but as the evening progressed, I decided to steal a glance at the contents of the envelope - it contained the reports from a medical examination I had undergone earlier. As I opened it, I could feel a wave of thoughts rushing on to my mind's coastline. And when I read the report, most of which contained medical jargon could not understand, I could feel it - yes, my heart had betrayed me. The doctors call it arrhythmia, where the heart beats a tad slowly. I call it arrhyming verse - which painted a vivid picture of the poetry that I had wanted my life to be - a slow recourse to the other world. I had no clue whether I would die in a heartbeat or continue to trudge the path of existence. Yet, I had realised it, and I know it now - my happiness has never been above the joy which I have willingly imparted to others, and my dejection has been more than the pain I have caused to others unwillingly. I don't know if this sounds like a confession, but I'm sure that as I have progressed along the journey of life, I have met so many of you, and I have felt so many of your emotions, seen or unseen. I may have endeared some of you more than others, but none of you have been my nemesis. You have given me which most desire - unquestioning faith and happiness. I may not have reciprocated to some of you in equal measure, and I may have overdone it with some of you, and now I know the reason why - my heart was too slow to respond, and my pulse never raced to gauge the depth of a healthy relationship. If you have managed to reach the end of the dreary passage by now, I can only wish you more happiness that you desire, and pray that you let me come after you with more mirth than ever before!

Ali Baba & The 140 Thieves

Ali Baba found a treasure trove,

In the depths of the microblogging web,

But he had a problem,

He had to escape 140 thieves, to keep the treasure safe with him,

As he sat and thought,

He could hear the RT horses trotting up,

The 140 thieves were ghosts - their DPs were too blurred,

They came from all possible directions - from far & wide,

They had set their eyes on riches of sanity, and had plundered the timelines of many a star,

Hashtags and memes they could use lethally,

To unsettle an emperor of a sporting harem even,

To unnerve the minion in an empire even,

They had their bands of followers,

Who were their footsoldiers of anarchy,

'But, I will start with the followers,' thought Ali Baba,

And he set out on a journey,

At the end of which lay - @Baba140

On A Sense

Touch - ever present, yet so subtle
To die for or to snatch life away
To cause pain or to soothe frayed nerves
Touch - you feel it, yet you don't see it
Not a drop of blood, not a pint of dew
A depth so vast, yet fathomable
Touch - created by humans, perfected by machines
Despised by the creed of hatred, embraced by the fraternity of love
The touch that heals creates the aura of miracle
The touch that warms is a promise of love
Be it an iPod or a copper wire
Touch can bind, touch can break
So powerful, yet so easy to hold
Touch - your, mine or everyone's - and evolving...

Let's play the word play

Sugar, spice & everything nice - and don't forget the Johnny Walker on ice

Don't scoff, it's Absolut-ly a Smirnoff

There is Love, there is Sex, there is Dhoka - for Dawood bhai - it's all about Love, Hex & Khoka

My Name Is Khan, His Name is Toofan

Don't say Mayawati, say Malawati

Sonia Gandhi is no Indira Aandhi

Can you spot the Tiger hiding in the Woods?

Or would you rather settle for Sach who's still In?

Think of Stephen Court, and all that you see is Nightmare on Park Street

Want Youngistan to teach you Fizzics?

Or are you more interested in the KE2RNA+SA1F chemistry?

There is Malice in Thunderland; but don't forget the Hurt Hawker

Still, I find BlackBerries juicier than Apples

Because I'm too Bold, still iHope, that the Buzz of a tweet aint too loud,

or is it?