These Red, Blue Jeeps Are The Same Or Are They Not?
Absurd Prose

Image by Aditya Thakur
The Red Jeep said to the Blue Jeep that it was late. What is the point of hurrying if you don’t know where you are going, replied the Blue Jeep.
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Sure the circle is round and the track is wide, beautiful vistas stretched within and beyond me, prints are taken, but the journey is not free.
What is the price you ask? It is different for everybody. Though ultimately all agree to pay, and thus the journey begins.
But someone must know where I have reached. This guy in blue safety helmet might reveal.
Hey! Hey! Hey-hey! The man replied not, real the man was not, it was all plastic, just an image. It bounced off voices and that was enough for many. Still is.
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The Red Jeep asked the Blue Jeep that if it followed the echoes or not. What is the point of following an echo when you can’t hear your own voice, replied the Blue Jeep.
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टूटा हुआ चश्मा / Broken Spectacles
हाइकू/ Haiku
टूटा हुआ चश्मा
टूटे हुए चश्मे की दास्ताँ
शुरू होने से पहले ही खत्म हो गई
अब और क्या कहूँ ?
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I broke my spectacles.
Image from Pixabay.
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Translation –
Broken Spectacles
The tale of broken spectacles
Ended before it could even begin
Now what else can I say?
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In Slo-mo Towards the Moon
Poem




[Source – Pixabay]
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Walking towards the moon
In slo-mo and riding,
Hiding behind a tide of thoughts
In slo-mo, unaware, unconcerned
About the change that is happening
In slo-mo, now and always,
Carrying in bits the old me, turning
In slo-mo, hoping to see
Something better. Living the life
In slo-mo and looking into the future
Where things are picture-perfect, but moving
In slo-mo. Cracks in the present
For it isn’t that dear, until
In slo-mo I sit with patience and
Breathe, see, feel and realise
That everything is beautiful,
That our mind knows the tricks,
That reality simply is, just like the moon,
Towards which I am walking
In slo-mo, beaming quietly.
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Dear September




Image – Pixabay.
Do you remember how snowflakes made the little girl smile? And how velvety the whole valley looked? And me… jumping like a rabbit in white madness that I love so much…?
Oh sorry, that was January.
Do you remember when the squally winds took my hat away?
Ha! It was February. Sorry-sorry!
Surely you remember the rush of the colours – rich green, bright but soothing yellow, and joyous merry pink… oh what days, colours dripping music and more… glorious days, sunshine in store read the headlines and our red shoes couldn’t stop dancing, remember?
No? Colours rule, hurray, hurray… March, April and May… Oh! So it lasted till May… my mistake.
But then mangoes arrived and shined and peaches and plums and cherries and strawberries… and never did we see such a bigger moon… what a splendour, you had said, I clearly remember, you can’t deny… the moon and the earth and the sky all in tune.
Oh! It was June.




Image – Pixabay.
Those monsoon showers I hope you remember… lie, if you have to, at least to save me from heartbreak. Puddles and paper boats, raincoats and wet pockets, teacups and gossips… Don’t take it all as a joke, I am hurt and you know it. But I won’t cry like you did and sneezed and laughed and cried again. We shared the longest hug… no, I am not mad.
July and August… My bad!
The golden autumn leaves, don’t say you don’t remember… we jumped on them, you and I… We liked the crunch-crunch sound… but that old uncle who wore a woollen Kulluvi-cap didn’t and he ran after us… remember?
Long walks in those misty mornings, me shivering you laughing, me yawning you still laughing… I even wrote a poem titled – September laughed throughout October and November…
Am… Sh, why am I getting it all wrong?
Lights and candles and time for celebrations… candies and cakes and handy resolutions… Oh! I know, am wrong again, you don’t need to say it… “December, December, December!”
Indeed it was in December.
Oh, my dear September… accept my apologies and hear what I have to say… whatever the calendar ever tells me, whatever the weather ever shows me, I carry September in my heart throughout the year, for September is special to me and will always be.
The carousel plays on and on, it is where we met for the first time, I came reluctantly to that fair or was I dying to be there… but I am sure I stayed for you.
My dear September, I love you!
Oh, so you do remember… ah September!




Image – Pixabay.
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Haiku




[Source – Pixabay]
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Unattached, patiently, freely I go deep
Within myself and find
That love can transform it all.
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Ode to the Book – Easy SUDOKU Puzzles
Literary Nonsense
There is a book and it goes by the name
Easy SUDOKU Puzzles, it’s part of a series –
Medium SUDOKU Puzzles, Hard SUDOKU Puzzles.
All I can say is don’t buy the Easy ones.
The reason is damn straightforward,
Easy ones are way too easy and damn
Full of mistakes and it begins from the
Very first page. It makes you feel stingy.
Instead of creative juices flowing in your brain,
You fall asleep on the book and drool all over it
The book then sits eating dust and you forget it
Completely. And when you look at it, you start crying.
Friends might mock you for buying the book -Easy SUDOKU Puzzles;
They will crush your feelings and not understand,
Some will even question you as an individual.
Forget them, forgive yourself and solve the puzzles nevertheless
Or you can write a blog about it and kill the readers,
Oops!
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