Swings of a rhapsodic mind

I wasn't all-right you weren't all-wrong And unlike what the world says, One wrong and one right made our world bright. Yet, a fight! Phew,! fallen knight. Of withered memories leaking through stiches Of mellowed days that time breaches. Nothing to loose when everything's been lost. Yet, hold on when the days aren't right Hold on when you give up your might Hold on a bit for its all worth, For I am counting on your wrong. For your quirky song. For all the idiocy that escapes your tongue, For I know you from the past. I know not of future, it has no promise to tell But the past been ours And for it's sake, a faint request Hold on, eh. You probably do not know, Of my expeditions along muddy fields. How I wait to see fishes gleam. How my sneezes chase scary frogs. How I have befriended a neighbor dog. How I wheel the car's steering each morn How I teach grandma English alphabets, How fascinating it sounds when she narrates T...

"I don't quite like our generation, do you?", asked my cousin. "Well…", I fumbled for I didn't have any answer. "Everything today can be bought with money, I want to know what it feels like to long for things which we can't buy and yet need them", he added wisely "Did amoi( grandma) teach you this?", I enquired, curious. "No, I thought about it on my own", he smiled. … I was dumbfounded by my ten year old cousin. This kid had learnt his lesson on life. He has been my "walky talky" these seven days. I chose to call him by that name because he briefs me about everything that's escaped my notice. He perhaps senses my off minded behavior. For he jerks me time and again, pulling by my hand clicking his tongue in disdain. Each morning, we hit the paved village roads crossing green paddy fields and muddy ponds. My grandma's place is a farmer's paradise. The fields are lush green with rice being planted....

I broke myself into million pieces For I wanted you to leave  But, little did I know,  You never saw me as a whole.   2 Her ghungru broke his calm As his roof sprang to life, He ran frantically to catch her glimpse She slyly tiptoed her way back home But, forgot to return him his solitude. 3 Akram Miya spoke through his stained teeth drawing the onlookers attention: "Ram took away Rahim's place This jumma I have no place for his ibadat" Hindus furrowed their glance in disdain, Muslims rose in unison, And before blood spiked out of veins, Francis, pointing towards his courtyard spoke: My Jesus wouldn't mind your presence! 4 Her fb account popped a stranger's request, She declined his request  But, curiosity raced her heart. 5 The drought burned away the last of hopes A weary farmer sat drinking his tears The radio in the farthest corner squeaked, "The city got clogged out of incessant rains." Irony, probably was meant to be dark. 6 "Wear your mask...