Eris is all curious!!

When I said I’ll try, Eris saw!!

When I said I tried and it worked.. Eris was happy.. and curious.. Let’s se what s/he has to say:

Oh, what did you try?
What did you try?
Now you’ve got me all curious.
Poetry, poetry- what is it you’ve done?
You can’t answer in a poem and expect that I’ll run-
Away from the chance to ask
I want to know what it is that you tried
And what drink you had in your flask
Was it cherry or mango or apple-like juice
Or more of an alcoholic tint
I just can’t think what it might have been
Did you enjoy a tea with mint?
No! It’s all private Eris, why can’t you see?
You’re prying too fast and too hard
Let the poor gal have a chance to be
Before she breaks into shards.

The drink isn’t important, it’s what you did!
You said that soon you would try
I want to know what you’ve gone and hid
But my manner is far too un-shy
Then again that’s how you were is it not?
You’ve shown valor and courage abound
By trying that thing that you said you would do
I find myself strangely proud
I know it won’t rhyme if I put it like that
I suppose I don’t really care
I’m happy you’ve reached for and found success
But sad I can’t be there
To hug. <3

Oh well. Have a silly poem in return!
May your days be as exuberant as ever!
-Eris

PS: Rockin' moral! I can dig that all the way out
of the ground and take it home with me. <3

PS: You must visit the fluid gender’d author’s blog once and spend some time there!! S/He is very hospitable!

I’ll Try..

The only time I feel frustrated and helpless is when people, who are close to me (my family, my friends) do not get my drift. I’m going through the same right now. Every single nerve and muscle of my body, especially my brain.. is shouting at the top of its voice..

“I want you to understand what I am thinking right now..” 

 The only problem is I am not able to explain exactly what I am thinking right now. Now, this should not be a problem with a person who wants to become a famous writer/novelist/lyricist one day. But, it is! And this is because I don’t want to speak my brain out and yet want the listener to understand what it is thinking, on their own. Here, I am assuming that this person has a wonderful observation power and a keen intellect.

Another major reason for this is that my friends understand me so well. They just look into my eyes and get the point. or read my expressions and body language.. and at times the unintelligible words that i mumble impatiently!!

And today, I need the strength to speak it out, explain it to that person, whom I really want to get the picture clearly now. God bless me!!

I was the eldest daughter of my parents…

I was the eldest daughter of my parents. I raised my younger brothers and sisters after my parents died! I could not get married because I had responsibilities.  Now, they call me up once in a blue moon,  just to check if I am still alive, or not! I met with a major accident at the age of 26 and my face was completely damaged… Before that, I used to be a beautiful woman! I helped my friend (whom I loved) marry his girlfriend. I financed some acquaintances when they needed money, they are all rich today, but they never bother to return the loans.

These are a few words that I clearly remember from our conversations! It rattled my cage when I saw her composed expressions while narrating the miserable episodes of her life. And there I sat, in a hope that I could personally meet all those people who betrayed her and slap each of them right in front of their kids. But more than that, I was angry with her because she let them have undue advantage of her generosity. Huh!! She laughed at my anger and brushed it off with her benevolent smile! I mean.. what the hell! I cannot swallow this! How can a person be so good at heart and lose almost everything.. parents, family, love, beauty, money… Why did she have to face all the ills that one can possibly imagine? Why? I really hated this!

I know I wrote about this blog as being filled with happiness… and till now, all I have blogged about is.. complaining about the present conditions in India, its people and the government, and then I’m writing a story with such a sad title “Hey… She used to be my best friend” and now I am writing down another sad excerpt from some forlorn figure’s life! But all I want to share is, despite of all the misfortunes, she lives happily.. she is content! Now how can that be..?? How positive a person can be..?? Are there no limits to optimism..?? How is it possible that she never felt depressed and enjoys every day like its her last?

I’ll write how she made it possible… soon! very soon!