Monday, 29 June 2009

Below: The Poverty Lines

© Keegan Crasto

[Rape is a heinous crime. But what is more horrendous is the thought that for every rape case coming to light, there might be nine others going unreported. Which just goes to tell, what a vile world this is, with vilest worms to dwell.]

She came hobbling,
Toward me,
In a crowded train compartment;
Baby in a sling,
And poverty
Clung to her. She went
About asking for alms.
They looked to the side,
And spurned-
Her empty pleading palms,
And a rupee denied,
Though they in thousands earned.
Which made me wonder if her outstretchéd
Arms were, or the world more wretched.

I looked across the aisle
At the boy;
His happy eyes, unblinking,
Made me smile.
But his joy
Also set me thinking:
Why beggars have babies at all?
They don't deserve it-
Sleeping on a station,
After a 'meal' at a stall,
After a day of begging for it.
She drew near; I asked her this question-
"When your own stomach, by poverty, is torn,
Don't you think the baby was better left unborn??"

She spoke in such a voice
At this,
As I'd never heard before,
"I don't know who the boy's
Father is,
Of those fucking four,
Who performed this beastly deed.
Lost have I all faith
In this vile world, and still,
I beg, I plead
Till I'm out of breath,
So my son can have his fill."
Saying this, she moved away from me, and then the baby cried;
My purse-strings remained taut, and yet my heartstrings flew untied.

Sunday, 21 June 2009

Strange Love

[Have a lover who lives yonder?
Tell me if your heart grew fonder.]


It's a strange love we share, my dear:
I sleep through your days, and you through mine;
And yet when I think of the times we were near,
I spend your days in reposeless recline.

It's a strange love we share - so strange
That when I call you to set things right
On such days, the elements arrange
For you to be asleep after a restless night.


Wednesday, 10 June 2009

The Religion of Success

[I do not practise religion as most others do. Not that I'm an atheist..I just believe in a different God.]

A match 'tween Australia and India,
Of cricket was being played;
I joined my hands- along with me a
Billion others prayed.

Australia, a nation of 20 million,
Mouthed lesser prayers:
But on that day, the Australians-
They were the better players.

Wednesday, 3 June 2009

Requiem for a Dream

[I penned this after watching an exceptionally brilliant PAF at IIT Bombay. I have always been averse to vers libre; however, I wrote this as the words came to me, and there was no other way I could write it.
Dedicated to Anirudh Rao, an IITB 2008 silver medallist ~ my elder brother. Only he knows how much he misses his alma mater.]

I miss IIT.

I miss waking up at 8:15 for an 8:30 lecture; and that too, after my door is nearly brought down by a wing-mate continually banging on it, and screaming my name- my early morning wake-up call, without snooze.

I miss opening my closet, putting on whatever smells fine, stuffing my books in a satchel, scurrying to the mess, grabbing a couple bananas, a glass of milk, and hitching a bicycle ride to the main building- with 5 minutes to spare.

I miss the professors.
I miss the lectures, and miss missing them.
The courses, the labs, assignments, deadlines.
And yeah, I miss missing the deadlines too!

I miss competing with the 9-pointer muggoos.
I miss competing with the 5-pointer huggoos.

I miss studying alone, in groups; the end-sem stress busters, night tea; the night-outs- last ditch efforts to save semesters.
I miss the oddly-timed exams: In the afty, at twilight, Sunday morning, midnight: No bad time for a bad paper.

I miss the results, which very shockingly were announced the very next day.
I miss scoring AB’s in subjects I loved.
I miss scoring BC’s in subjects I didn’t.

Oh! How I miss the acads at IIT!

I miss the PAF’s.
I miss the acting- the emoting; the cheering, the jeering- the anti-cheering.
The plots, the prod, the music, the lights, voice-overs.

I miss Mood Indigo.
The events, the pro-nites, the after-nites.
I miss organising it, and learning more about management than an MBA could.

TechFest, e-cell and Zephyr as well.
I miss InsIghT. I miss reading it, heeding it, contributing to it. I miss the Valfis!

I miss the Inter-IIT badminton matches. Basketball. Cricket, and tennis too.
I miss swimming about the Insti pool, and jogging about the Insti campus. I miss the campus!
The main building, the lawn; trekking up Sameer and watching the dawn.
Main gate, market gate, YP gate, the grounds.
Infinite corridor, semi-; seminar hall, convo.

And how can I forget the ubiquitous lingo?
The enthu, the fundoo, the fart, the fight?
Dayaa, junta, God, give-up?
Arbit, breaker, nbd, pain?
The pondy. The scope. The sorry rahega dost !

Oh! I miss-max the lingo at IIT!

I miss my room- my home away from home.
The mess in my room.
I miss the mess, the food; the TV, TT.

I miss my wing, and everything
about it: Wingies, anti-wingies, with their under-thingies, hung out to dry.
Bathrooms with banners- propaganda for posts. Gen Secy,
Hostel, Soc, Lit, Sports,

Canteen, Maint, Mess.

And yes,
Nine different rooms playing nine different songs.
Nine different people trying to sing along.
And yet when a wingie plays his guitar,
They all gather ‘round him, enthralled as they are.

DC++, the LAN, the LAN-ban.
All the wing,
in an all-night
movie-viewing.
Naruto. Downloads. CS.

The kick-ass
Birthdays, when you get your greets
From your friends’ feet. The wing treats
At Shera’s, Domino’s, BTC, Smokin’ Joes.
Goldflakes, Marlboros, smoking away the woes.
Whiskey, vodka, beer, talli.
Oh! I miss the chaddi-phaad holi!

Standing outside H10, looking at my watch;
A daily dose of coffee and sometimes butterscotch;
Canteen, shack, juice centre- Bhawani;
Huma, Kanjur, Hiranandani.

Oh! How I miss the life at IIT!

I see Padma reading this over my shoulder,
I see, in her eyes, some feelings do smoulder.
She reads it again, and when she hath read,
She tells me- bewildered, and shaking her head:
“But you weren’t in IIT- now just wait a minute.”
I nod my head, “And that’s why I miss it.”

They roll down my cheeks, they are her tears;
Of all that I’ve missed, I miss those four years.


Tuesday, 2 June 2009

I should have known

[ah! but how could i!]

I should have known, I should have known,
From the start - oh! from the start:
You have a stone, you have a stone
For a heart - oh! for your heart!

Sunday, 31 May 2009

..and Verse are all I have..

[..to take your heart away.]

Like the musical rhythm of the ebbing waves,

Sweeter than nectar, is your voice to my ear;
I wish the world became quiet as the caves,
So that it'd be the only sound I could hear.

Like two solitary stars twinkling bright,
Nothing seem more stunning than your eyes to me;
I wish the sky became dark as the night,
So that they'd be the only sights I could see.

Like the cool breeze blowing in the autumn,
Your lovely tresses send me head over heel;
I wish, to every other sense, my body became numb,
So that it'd be the only thing I could feel.

Like the brilliant sunrise, o'er the distant hill,
I melt inside, when I see your dazzling smile;
I wish the whole world came to a standstill,
So that I could think of you all the while.

Like smooth, silken yarn, more precious than gold,
Are your feminine arms, with those delicate fingers;
I wish, I could, but once, in my hands, hold,
So that for a lifetime, the sensation would linger.

Like an angel descending down from Heaven's door,
You walked into my life, and drove me crazy;
I've ne'er felt this way about a girl before,
I can't study nor sleep - What's happening to me?!

Like the miracles of God - indescribable,
For your beauty, I have words few;
No matter how much I try, I am not able,
To say that I love you.

I Sit by the Window..

[Never write poetry with a fountain pen. The tears smear the ink. Unless, of course, it's a Cartier. That stuff dries quicker than one cries.]

When you said it was all over,
You shattered my heart;
If it was willed by our fate
That we should fall apart,
Then tell me, in the first place,
Why did I love you at all?
I just can't forgive myself for it:
It's entirely my fault.
Now my eyes are in tears,
My heart is in pain-
So I sit by the window,
And gaze at the rain,
And wonder if I will
Ever see you again.

The times we spent in the movies,
The evenings on the seashore:
My visits to these places
Won't be enjoyable any more.
How I used to love
Chatting with you on the phone;
Whom should I call now
When I'm feeling alone?
The days we were together,
I wish I could regain-
Now I sit by the window,
And gaze at the rain,
And wonder if I will
Ever see you again.

I don't get sleep in the nights,
I lie awake in my bed;
I can't stop thinking about you,
Your voice rings in my head.
I recall caressing your tresses,
Of which I was so fond;
To see your eyes light up
With a smile is all I want.
My memories of you are
Driving me insane-
So I sit by the window,
And gaze at the rain,
And wonder if I will
Ever see you again.

Please come back, my love,
I've turned over a new leaf;
Since you left me, my life
Has become an ocean of grief.
My life is not worth living
If I've to live it without you;
Forgive me, my love
And let us begin anew.
Give me a last chance-
Please come back to my lane;
Now I sit by the window,
And gaze at the rain
With the hope that you'll surely
Come back to me again.

Wednesday, 29 April 2009

I Wonder..

[..if there's any truth to the belief that there's one person in this world who's made just for you. And if it's true, I wonder where she'd be and what she would be doing at this moment..]

I wake up at the crack of dawn,
To the sound of pattering raindrops;
I look up at the sky to see the morning star-
And I wonder where you'd be.
I think about you all day long,
Till night falls and the rain stops,
And I wonder- wherever you are-
If you're thinking about me.

Sunday, 8 February 2009

If we were to meet...

[What do you do when you come across your ex somewhere, after a nasty break-up?]

If we were to meet,
Someday on some street:
I'd stop and I'd say 'Hi'.
Would you too stop and greet
Me, oh gamine sweet!
Or simply pass me by?

Career Advice

[The second in the series of nonsensical rhymes, this was written in the eighth grade (so please forgive me the lack of meter in this one!) A tribute of sorts to Lewis Carroll, one of the greatest poets to have ever lived..The man who brought me to poetry.]

One day I went with my Grandfather, a doctor,
To check his clinic out;
I was admiring the way he works, when I
Suddenly had a doubt-

I thought ‘twas best to clarify it,
So I put forth, to him, this question:
“I wonder, Grandpa, why humans have pinnae;
Pray tell me, what is their function?”

“My dear grandson,” he replied, “Every
Part of the body has a need;
If you didn’t have pinnae, you couldn’t wear your specs,
To this, have you paid any heed?!”

“Ah, that had eluded my notice!” I said,
“I realised it only now;
But I fail to grasp- what is the need
For humans to have eyebrows?”

“My dear grandson,” he replied once again,
“Sometimes when you exert too much,
Your pearls of perspiration are absorbed by your brow,
Preventing injury to your eyes as such.”

“I agree Grandpa,” but querulous I asked,
“The utility of our fingers, everyone knows;
But I don’t think even you are aware about
The use of our ten little toes!”

“My dear grandson,” he replied yet again, “The toes
Help you maintain a good stance;
And if it weren’t for your minuscule ‘tensome’,
You would keep losing your balance!”

“Grandpa, I believe, all of my previous questions
Were too easy for you to answer;
Now, please enlighten me upon the need of an appendix.”
And this one made him ponder..

“The appendix, my grandson, has no use whatsoever,”
He said with a feeling of lament;
“I’m convinced that not everything need be useful,
Therefore I take back my statement!”

That day my Grandfather said to me,
“Don’t become a doctor, my dear.
Considering your questioning ability,

Law should be your career!!”

Friday, 30 January 2009

The Night I Fell...

[..on the dance floor, was the night i fell for her.]



The way you look at it,
I'm incapable of dance;
For when i danced with you that night,
I clumsily lost balance.
The way you look at it,
I just can't do it right;
My lack of dancing aptitude
Caused me to fall that night.

The way i look at it,
I'm capable of dance;
But when i looked into your eyes,
I was sent into a trance.
The way you looked when we two danced-
You were such a pretty sight;
I felt so weak in the knees that i
Fell for you that night.

Future Perfect Tens

[Woe to you oh relative grading, who assigns GPA in wrath. Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of my least (CPI). For it is a human number; its number is six point six six.]

I start off each semester
With dreams of cracking a ten;
But that is just the beginning, let me
Say what happens then:

The mid-sems come too early,
They don't go off very fine;
So after the halfway mark,
My hopes go down to nine.

My vivas are plain pathetic,
And for term-work, I am late;
So after submissions week,
My hopes go down to eight.

The end-sems come, I study like
I've never studied before:
I'm studying in a single week,
What I should have in four!

The semester is now over,
And I'm hoping for a seven;
I deserve at least that, I think
When I'm looking up to heaven.

Then results are finally out,
And I am in a fix:
Inspite of my prayer and effort,
I end up with a six.

I laugh, I kid, I joke, I jeer
After each disaster,
That to score a perfect ten,
There is always the next semester.!

Wednesday, 24 December 2008

The Cunning Cobbler

[Mood Indigo '08 was a rocking affair, but what made it even more special for me was my winning 'Twas Brillig, the creative writing contest! Contestants were required to broadly interpret and write on the topic 'Ho ho ho!' (given on the spot). Entries were to have 55 words or less. Here's the prize-bagging entry:-]

A frail ol' fella,
Sitting under his leaking roof,
Mended my leaking umbrella-
And made it leakproof.

"It's good as new,"
Said I, digging out two rupees;
"How much do I owe you,
My man, as your fees??"

At this grinned the cobbler:
"Two rupees won't do.
A 'new' umbrella, sir,
Costs hundred times two..!"

Monday, 15 December 2008

Unrequited, is Un-required.

[What do you do if you like the girlfriend of a guy you dislike? You feel jealous of him, you lament over your luck, and you think she certainly deserves better, right? Wrong! It is you who deserves someone better than her. Here’s why..]

Pray tell me what it is,
In him, that you see?
What quality does he have,
That you will not find in me?

What should I do,
So you would put me above him?
For I’m still confused
As to why you love him:

Is it because he is sickly fair,
And I’m not?
For others, he is without a care,
And I’m not?
Is it because he lavishly spends,
And I don’t?
He hesitates, a helping hand to lend,
And I don’t?
Is it because he fails in studies,
And I don’t?
Or because he gets drunk in parties,
And I don’t?
Or is it because he smokes,
And I don’t?
He cracks filthy jokes,
And I don’t?

Is it because he is rude to elders,
And I’m not?
To working hard, he is averse,
And I’m not?
Too highly, of himself, he thinks,
And I don’t?
In everyone’s character, finds kinks,
And I don’t?
Is it because, the truth, he twists,
And I don’t?
For trivial matters, gets down to fists,
And I don’t?
He keeps bad company,
And I don’t?
Is it because he has vices so many,
And I don’t?

I’m still confused,
As to why you love him;
Why you succumb,
To his every whim?

When I slowly begin
To realize:
You like the qualities
That most despise.

And now- after having
Your preference understood,
I no longer feel sad,
But in fact, feel good

That you are with him,
Rather than with me;
For I do not have those vices;
With me, you would be unhappy.
So I just sit back,

And let things be.

Tuesday, 9 December 2008

Infant Innocence

[The first in a series of nonsensical rhymes, this was written in a particularly boring double lecture, with a little help from my dear friend Noel. Just how bored we were is for everyone to see.!]

The Grizzly Bear is huge and wild,
He hath devoured the infant child;


The infant child is not aware-
She has been eaten by the bear.


Yet, the child is playful and gay,
All she wondered was how night came from day.


In the bear’s stomach, a fluid oozes,
And covers the child in digestive juices;


So, deep inside the Grizzly’s tummy,
The girl started screaming for her mummy.


Through his food-pipe, echoed her voice;
The ground rumbled with the ensuing noise.


This sound fell on the ears of a hunter,
Who picked up his rifle, and came with a canter.


Yards away, he loaded his gun,
And pulled the trigger, ending the bear’s fun.


The bullet fled like a speeding dart,
And settled in the poor bear’s heart.


It had nearly missed the infant’s head,
But struck the mighty Grizzly dead.


The hunter, the Grizzly’s stomach slit,
And was shocked to find his daughter in it!


She was covered from head to toe in slime,
He had, it seemed, reached just in time.


The hunter tied the Grizzly well,
And dragged him along to where he dwelt.


His wife, on seeing this deadly sight,
Screamed and almost died in fright;


It wasn’t the vision of the gruesome bear,
But of her goo-some daughter that gave her the scare!


She gave her child a bubble bath,
Her husband cooked a bubbling broth.


And so, the hunter, wife and daughter,
Had bear and beer for that day’s supper.


The infant child is meek and mild,
And now, she hath eaten the Grizzly wild;

The Grizzly Bear is unaware-
He has become the infant’s fare.


Wednesday, 3 December 2008

The Gift

[What does it take to make our ministers sit up and pull up their socks? Isn’t it high time our mantris took some punitive as well as preventive action against terrorism?? If this incident doesn’t make our politicians take charge of the situation, nothing will.]

The Home Minister of India came home that evening,
And remembered on seeing his daughter:
That next day, the young girl would be turning
Ten; yet he hadn’t bought any gifts for her.

The girl was on the couch- watching TV;
The minister sat himself down too.
“Tomorrow’s your birthday,” he said, “So tell me,
What gift would you like me to get you?

Speak your heart out, ask of me anything,
I can give you diamond mines- forget mere earrings;
You know I’m a minister of this country,
There’s nothing which is out of my capacity.”

And while this was being said, the little girl
Never once took her eyes off the screen;
The girl was watching a news channel,
And was appalled by what she had just seen:

Everywhere in the country, there was wanton bloodshed,
Scenes of brutal violence were being shown;
The public, sick of terror, and full of hatred
For the minister, wanted him to be overthrown.

And as another building billowed up in smoke,
The minister’s daughter finally spoke:
“Rid your nation of terror, restore tranquility-
If not for your people, at least do it for me.

“Daddy, if you give me this gift for my birthday,
I should like it more than any diamond.”
And saying this, the girl simply walked away,
Leaving her minister-father stunned.

Her words, though spoken with sheer innocence,
Were more powerful than nuclear fission;
And the only sound that broke the silence,

Was of gunshots from the television…


[The Gift was published and displayed at Kala Ghoda by the Times Group as part of a tribute to 26/11 terror victims.]

Wednesday, 19 November 2008

Star-Crossed Lovers

[My interpretation of the above phrase. An attempt to knock sense into people who think sun-signs can govern our lives more than we can. If you don’t like it, well, just blame it on the misalignment of stars while you were reading it:]

The boy, he was a pucca Leo,
A proud and handsome lion;
The girl happen’d to be a Scorpio,
A stunning scorpion.

When these two first met one day,
Sparks flew all around;
Cupid struck them both, but they
In dilemma themselves found:

The Scorpio loved the Leo boy,
But held it to her breast;
Not because the girl was coy,

Scorpios are self-possessed-

‘He should say how he does feel,
Before I tell him anything.’
For if she were first to reveal,

It would tame her Scorpion sting.

The Leo loved the Scorpio too,
But his feelings did he hide;
Not because he was fattoo,
Leos are full of pride-

‘I won’t ask her out, unless
I know how she feels inside.’
For if he did, and she said “Not yes”,
It would hurt his Leonine pride.

So, Leo, of Scorpio, is forlorn,
Scorpio, for Leo, pines;
How I wish these two were born
Under different Zodiac signs!

Your love life is (as one discovers)
Affected by astrology;
Why else, instead of perfect lovers,

Both should losers be?!


Monday, 6 October 2008

The Piper's Song (plays ever on)

[Your strongest enemy is the one who has outposts in your head.]


Even as the sun cast its vermilion afterglow
On a cold December sky,
I sat in solitude beside my window,
Watching the homebound motorists pass by:
Tiny, flailing specks of light,
Hastily disappearing into the depths of the night.

I continued to gaze with eyes unlifted,
When lo! a most mesmerizing note
Into my ear, with the breeze adrifted;
And I felt as if I'd begun to float:
Such was the music- enchanting and sweet,
That it swept away the ground beneath my feet.

The air was electrified by the ethereal sound;
The tune was slow, yet so sublime-
That the thoughts in my mind started spinning around,
And I was transported back in time
To the day I'd first, the Piper met,
It was a day I can never forget..

‘Twas a chilly winter morn, thirteen months back;
Dawn had still not broken,
I lay asleep snugly in my sack,
When I was, from my slumber, awoken
By a note of music- a divine melody!
That encircled my head, and echoed through my body.

The soulful tune took my breath away,
‘Twas like none other I ever had heard;
But who was playing it at this time of day?
What was the sound's source? I wondered;
I leaped from my bed, and peered o'er the window,
And saw an old man on the street below.

Dressed in rags, he trudged along,
His heavy gait, his age, betrayed;
Yet so powerful was the Piper's song-
That the leaves of trees to its rhythm swayed.
The man weaved magic with his mystical organ,
And made me want to meet this magician..

I put on a shirt o'er my nightgown,
And quickly picked up my wallet;
I bolted to the stairs- in a jiffy I was down,
And caught up with him, as fast as I could get.
The man sensing me, stopped in his track,
And pausing his song, the Piper looked back.

I smiled when I first beheld the Piper,
"My man," said I, "Thy song is divine:
I haven't heard a tune like this- ever;
Indeed there resides magic in thine
Pipe, my man, which you play so well.
But wherefrom do you come, o Piper, pray tell!

"And what is the place you are meaning to go?"
At this, the man merely raised his right hand,
And made some gestures as if to show
That though my words, he could clearly understand,
(Throwing the world into disrepute!)
This magician of a man, alas! was mute.

The mellifluous note which had made me rejoice-
(The irony caused me a great deal of hurt-)
Had emerged from the lips that were denied a voice!
I spoke thus, while I offered him my shirt:
"Take care of thy health, now that you're old,
You must not wander bare-chested in the cold.

"I humbly request, of you, a favour:
Today evening, as the light turns to dark,
I would like you to play this tune, o Piper!
In the peaceful premise of Priyadarshini Park!"
A thousand rupee bill, then from my wallet, I removed,
Which he accepted, nodding his head in gratitude.

The old man started his song again,
As back to my house, I made my way;
And when the day's first ray hit my window-pane
The heavenly music faded away..
'He's gone for now, but I shall hear him soon-
He'll be back tonight with his enchanting tune.'

That day, the date was seventeenth of November,
My sweetheart's birth anniversary;
For her, I would make it a night to remember:
After dinner, I'd ask her to marry
Me. The park would have an air of romance,
Which the Piper's song would only enhance!

I hurried to the hall, and picked up the phone,
And dialed her number, which I knew by-heart;
She said, 'Hallo!' in the jolliest of tones,
Hearing which, my pulse began to dart!
If there was one sound, the Piper couldn't beat,
It was the voice of my darling sweet!

"Hello, my love, happy birthday!!" I said;
"Thank you so much, Abhishek!"
She replied in a manner, which struck me dead!
"In the evening," I said, "I would like to take
You for dinner- I'll pick you up at eight."
"That's fabulous, honey, but don't be late!"

Then I heard her end go 'click';
There were so many things I wanted to tell her,
But now, I had to rush to office, quick!
I would, methought, save my words for later.
And all through that wonderful day at work,
My sweetheart did, in my memory lurk.

At quarter-to-eight, I reached her place;
And when I was walking through the door,
The first thing I noticed was the glow on her face;
I'd never seen her like this before;
My jaw falling to the floor, I could not suppress!
She was looking gorgeous- in a beautiful black dress.

Her long flowing tresses were left untied,
In just the way I liked them;
I held her hand and led her outside.
And though I'd seen quite many a gem,
When I looked at her eyes, for a moment I was stunned,
For they were dazzling brighter than the brightest diamond.!

We dined very well- the food was wholesome,
I'd ordered all her favourite dishes;
And now, finally, the time had come
When I'd ask her to fulfill the greatest of my wishes.
"Let us take a walk at Priyadarshini Park,"
Said I, "With the moonlight to guide us in the dark."

We hailed a cab and away we sped;
I said, "For you, I've got a surprise."
"It had better be nice!" She quickly said,
With a mischievous glint in her eyes:
I'd ne'er seen her in such a splendid mood.
(I wondered if ’twas the effect of the food!)

As we grew, to the park, nearer,
I realized how fast time had flewn;
I'd told him to come at twilight- but the Piper
Was still there- playing his enchanting tune.
"What's that divine music?" My sweetheart said,
"It feels as if it's encircling my head!"

The moonlight shone on my sweetheart's hair,
And made her look even prettier;
I couldn't sight the old man anywhere,
Though, the two of us, his tune, could hear:
The song he was playing was so heavenly,
That it felt not without, but in fact, within me.

Mesmerized by the melody, we both did stand,
I seized the perfect moment:
I lovingly clutched my sweetheart's left hand,
And down on one knee, I went,
"I love you -----, will you marry me?
I'll do everything I can to keep you happy.."

"Oh!! Abhishek! I thought you'd never propose!
I'll marry you without a doubt!"
Happily from my kneeling position I rose,
And a diamond ring, from my pocket, brought out;
And as I slid the ring o'er her finger,
My heart was beating to the tune of the Piper..

Next second, we were caught in a tight embrace,
Her eyes sparkled like stars in the dark;
And under the moonlight, the kiss that took place,
Was the longest to be witnessed by Priyadarshini Park!
By the Piper's tune, our bodies were bound,
And levitated clear above the ground!

It was post-midnight when I dropped her,
And returned back to my own dwelling.
In the morning, she would tell her father,
And let him fix the date of the wedding.
I mentally thanked the Piper before I slept-
He had, after all, his promise kept..

Next evening, my fiancée’s father called me,
Methought it was to do with the marriage;
But alas! that was not at all to be!
The news he gave, did my joy disparage.
He told me, in an utmost grief-stricken lament:
My sweetheart had died in a road accident.

After being knocked down by a drunk speed-demon,
The poor girl had bled to her death;
The coward never stopped to see the damage he'd done.
No one helped her, as she took her last breaths.
For no fault of hers, her life was taken,
For no fault of mine, my soul was broken..

Thirteen months had now gone by;
I sat in solitude beside my window,
And watched with one disdainful eye
The home-bound motorists passing below:
Tiny, murderous specks of light,
Hastily disappearing into the depths of the night.

I continued to stare with gaze unlifted,
When lo! the most haunting of melodies
Into my ear, with the breeze adrifted;
And brought back chilling memories
Of the last evening I'd spent with her,
Listening to this very tune of the Piper.

The song was the same, and yet different-
This time, the soulful tune of the Piper
Did not delight, but caused torment,
Because it reminded me of her;
And when I saw her photo on the bedroom table,
To stop my tears flowing, I was not able…

I picked up my wallet, and hurried down;
And folded my hands in front of the Piper:
"Please, my man, in this part of town,
I beg you not to play this tune ever."
Then from my purse, all the money, I removed,
Which he accepted, as if under my servitude.

From my mind, all thoughts of her, I banished:
'She will not come back, how much ever I weep.'
When I went back home, the note had vanished;
And in a short while, I fell asleep.
It was midnight when I jumped up in bed-
The song was again encircling my head..

I put on a shirt o'er my night-gown,
"Darn! This Piper won't let me live
Peacefully-" I screamed as I hurried down,
"How much more money, him, can I give?"
But once on the street, all I could see were cars-
Whizzing past me- and the twinkling stars..

The cars honked away without even slowing;
I yelled at the top of my voice-
But ‘twas drowned by the sound of the strong wind blowing;
And inspite of this surrounding noise,
I could clearly hear the chilling melody-
It was sucking out all the warmth from my body.

I searched every corner of every single alley,
Still no sign of the Piper anywhere;
The haunting tune was driving me crazy-
I began tearing my hair in despair.
I collapsed on the road- my head swirled-
Yet, not a single motorist showed a care in the world.

From where was the Piper playing his tune?
I looked to the right, left and behind,
I even looked up to see the mocking moon;
Nowhere could I, the Piper find.
And when I finally did, I wished I was dead-
The only way to get rid of the Piper in my head.

What is EZ?

erogenous zone /i roj' ə nəs/ n. A part of the human body that is particularly responsive to sexual stimulation.

- Sigmund Freud, "The Origin and Development of Psychoanalysis," The American Journal of Psychology, 1910, vol. 21, no. 2, p. 209.

eraogenous zone /i raoj' ə nəs/ n. A part of my mind that will touch you at your most vulnerable, most intimate point and keep you begging for more.

Hope you leave eraogenous zone with more of a stimulus than the one which brought me to create it in the first place.

Yours Absolutely, outRaogeous
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