Traitor

Two pairs of jeans hang on the cabinet that houses my books, cds, cassettes that I bought back in jalandhar. Some empty DVD cases which have been opened more than a dozen times on a weekend peep out as if looking for their occupants.

Me and my brown chair, legs crossed next to the monitor, a keyboard with half the alphabets missing due to continuous typing, my long lost airtel internet bill, a webcam that's indifferent to my presence, a dark-chocolate wrapper with some fragments of brown heaven stuck on its edges, pairs of socks that don't stink anymore, a towel that wipes my black heart every morning, a bottle of water to douse the fire in my belly, a headset to bring the distant ones closer, a recently used black marker - xylene and toluene free..it says!

I wonder if i'll ever need humans.

The first breath

The curtain falls when she leaves the stage

Tranquility…She gasps! But the void prevails

Through the corridors of malice and pretense she walks

Where the dark effigies once wrote a paean on the peach pillar

And temptation weaved a labyrinth of sins

Unchained doors celebrate her arrival

To open, they close her wooden edifice

The departure of her white mascara

Trails down her lucent gown

Whilst the fragrance of her jasmine vapours stings the air

She turns around to look at the scars of faith

The regal baits of flashlights call her

Her hand atop her mired feet

Her emerald eyes and pink sunshine

A carpet so hoary, a dais so high!