Confession of a lazy soul.

Caution: Highly Exaggerated Content!


I am so fed up with myself. My laziness weighs 38 tonnes. Still without any mercy I am supposed to stand up and do something. The world should rather leave me alone and let me be proud of my laziness.

Why do I have to eat everyday? This is a clear conspiracy against me. With stomach so small I cannot eat like a whale. If I get a chance to redesign human bodies, I will make 4 stomachs by doing away with liver, pancreas and intestine. Also lungs and heart if the need arises. Then everyone will eat once on the International eating day and enjoy the rest of the year.

The second biggest life threatening issue - Sleeping. I sleep one night and wake up the next year. Before I wake up I switch on my computer. In morning I sometimes find my arms paralyzed(I always wonder how only my shoulders get crushed during the night). So I think I do not sleep, I faint.

By the time I am done with dragging myself out of the bed, it is already too late for breakfast. I have my breakfast when my sister has her lunch. Despite all, I do eat. Although at odd times and in hugely varying quantities. Then why is it so difficult to gain weight? I even followed the 'banana-with-milk' schedule for a week at a stretch, but weighing machines have a problem with me. It would be wonderful to become an extra Kg heavy by breathing in more air, as I breathe 1025 times in a minute(the norm is 12-18).

Now I am myopic when already nothing was going right. That too when I take great care of my eyes, except for staring at the computer screen for hours, reading novels without ever blinking while lying on my bed, texting on cellphone at nights until I blackout, writing while keeping the notebook at a full distance of 2 centimeters......you got it.

People with similar problems should feel free to contact.....a psychologist. I have bigger problems to deal with, like for example my Mom doesn't let me go near a snake(whenever one is seen around my house) to take a snap. As if snakes bite!

Alone There

Where clocks keep ticking

but time refuses to move on

Where unbreakable silence dominates

and kills voices brutally

Where air freezes still

heavy upon the lungs

I live there

Where life is buried

Where vision is blurring fast

erasing reasons for something I no more remember

Where movement is condemned

statues are ordered to smile

Where feelings sink in the swamp

struggling till the end

I wait there

Where hope is forbidden

Where tears are burned alive

and spreads a drought within

Where directions are mirage

disappear before being seen

Where pity is insatiable

and wrecks everything to quench its thirst

I am injured there

Where cuts deepen as they heal

(turns out to be quite negative...but reached the last line within less than 5 minutes, before I could realize what I was writing. So in a way the poem wrote itself :P...i am innocent :D. Sharing anyway!)

I am a Star

I rub my eyes as a feeble ray of darkness fell upon me. Dusk is closing in. It  is time to wake up and soon I will have to start twinkling for the whole night. As usual people are going home from offices and children are playing in parks.

I search for that particular boy on the roof of his house. Since a week I have been watching him come to the roof every evening. He sits there for a long while. Often he sighs and looks at the sky as if to search for some strength in the vastness. And I always wait for those moments when he would look up so that I can see his face. Its pretty boring to look at heads full of hair all the time. I want to see faces...different features...different emotions on them. Seldom does that happen.

Although this boy's face makes me feel sad for him. His eyes narrate a miserable tale, an unspoken wish. He is young, in his twenties, and is in a way handsome. So far I have never seen him smile and everyday I wish that I would, for he must be having a beautiful smile. Everyday the desire to see him happy grows in me. But everyday he looks a little more tired of something, maybe tired of himself for wanting a wish to come true. Whatever it is, I know he deserves what he wants. But I also know that people there on surface do not always get what they deserve. There is injustice and suffering imposed on innocent people.

He looks up. I gather my attention and as soon as I look at his face my heart breaks a little. His lips are trembling and he is blinking furiously to shove back the tears. Despite his efforts a diamond escapes from the corner of his eye.

No don't, you are a strong boy! I want to say.

He is looking at me, filled with disappointment....
"Please....." A whisper escapes his mouth.

Suddenly I know what is to be done. I crash open my heart and with this I start falling down. All my light escaping fast.

For the last time I look at the boy and to my amazement, see magic on that same face. His eyes closed, hands clasped in wonder, lips making a silent wish, which now no force can stop from coming true. And then came the smile....more beautiful than what I had imagined....brighter than a thousand starts put together.

"Thanks bro, for making my wish come true. Keep smiling." Is all I manage before dissolving in the night sky.