Penned Ego

Safe House Ronny watched the clouds touching the roof of the needlessly gigantic, abandoned building where he lived along with the abandoned inhabitant, whose eternal mate rested inside the specially built concrete chamber outside, reluctant to join earth and others, whose blood and later flesh and bones nourished the soil to be futile nowadays. He rushed into the house while the thin, pale, grey-haired, woman talked to her children abroad. Through the phone, with features transcending her requirements, they assured her safety from the threatening flood. “Amma, you don’t have to worry, flood won’t affect you as our house is on a higher plain. We will come there next month, for Anju’s wedding.” The soothing words subverted the effect they created as they said, “we may not be able to come and see you this time, as you cannot come to the wedding with this health condition and we don’t have enough time to come home.” She missed her days in the old age home. Back then she had a family, t...

One More Falling Leaf Leaves fall today, tonight Does the tree mourn every night? The yellow leaf falls and dies Never is this a big surprise. Intermittently falls the green leaves. Pigmented with dreams, it leaves The group of greens it loved, Forced by the stubborn lad, Into a life eternal and free Nourishing the mighty tree But, for his fall tonight Will the tree mourn every night? The tree stays still When it's leaves fall ill The tree stays still And new leaves fill. None mourns for a leaf every night. Does the tree mourn every night?

Rejection The night's dead silence ends As voices arose from both ends. A quick question, simple, but dangerous Subverted the tone so far humorous. "Can I marry a man from a lower caste?" Silence returned, but shortly did it last. Reply arrived in the form of a question From the database of cliche questions. "Which caste?" Simple and direct Cunningly created by his intellect. The girl gave the caste name with the same Boldness her lover had whenever he said the same. The air became dense, the man became tensed, "Out of billions of options", Waiting for the marriage auctions, "You chose the Fifth One? This has to be undone." "Your elder one, at her New home will suffer. No one from our caste will marry your Younger sister, if you marry this impure. You won't marry him when I am alive For that you don't have to strive." Hoping to convince her, he concluded With the archetypes that included, ...