Flash Poem : Distortion

Dreams dive unto the night. Distorted imageries, fragments of fiction that never was. Never will be. I have walked million miles with the moon to reach out to you, to your universe of blissful songs. Perhaps you will wake up to my despondence. Not once but everytime I cry out for you. Hold me into your embrace of stars. But you have only echoed the silences making me believe once again that there never was and there never will be.

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Morning Tea

आह! यह सुबह की गरम चाय की प्याली

चुस्कियां लेते हुए सोचती हूं "आज दिन अच्छा बीतेगा"

मेरे खिड़की के बाहर चमेली के पेड़ पर

वह काला कौआ मुझे घूरता हुआ अचानक बोल पड़ा,

"क्यों! लग गए उम्मीदें बांधने ? अगर अच्छा न बीता तो?"

मैने झुंझलाकर कहा, "तुम निराशावादी!! क्यों न होगा अच्छा? गर न भी हुआ दिन है गुजार लेंगे।"

"एक्जैक्टली ", उसने जोर से चिल्ला कर कहा,

"गुजार लो! गुजार लो!"

फिर पंख झटक कर ऊपर की टहनी पर जा बैठा

और मुझे एक टक देखता रहा

मैने मुस्कुरा कर कहा, "अब तुम भी सीख देने लगे..."

उसने सर झुकाकर बोला, " तुम इंसान...क्या करें?

रहना जब है साथ तो ..."

Aah! This steaming cuppa morning tea

Sipping I thought," The day's gonna go well"

On the Chameli tree by the window that crow 

Staring at me suddenly started, "Why! 

You're again piling hopes ? 

What if it's otherwise?"

Irritated I replied, " You pessimist!

Why should it be otherwise?

Even if it is...it's just a day...will let go by."

"Exactly!", He cawed loudly,

"Let go by! Let go by!"

And then he plonked on the branch above

And kept peering at me 

I smiled," Now, you too preaching?"

He took a bow and said, "Ye humans! 

What to do? As we are fated to be together 

So..."

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Scars

Surgical OPD

A frantic Google search on phone

To figure what the surgeon hid

Beneath his charming facade

A confounding jargon

Of procedures and tests

He knew me inside out

Strange! Wasn't it my body?

The first was an emergency 

Critical...life and death situation

Three months later

The second incision

I asked him how long the cut was

He chuckled, "That should be your least concern right now?"

"Remember! It's my body, my guts, my feelings...you are talking of"

But I kept quiet

Even a sheepish smile I managed

Did he see through me?

After the third 

He said, "Go back to routine. Lead a normal life."

What so normal?

New normal... You've scarred me right?

"The wounds have healed...no puss...no bleeding... "

"It's hard...no sensation when I touch it..."

"Apply coconut oil...give it six months...the suppleness will be back..."

Half a year to feel my own self

I laugh 

My long lost friend apologized, "Am sorry! I did not know. I should have checked on you more often..."

"Never mind," I say forgivingly.

"I have survived..."

Today's Prompt : Scar

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