Life and Lies of M R Maiti

One moment, You are riding your bicycle to school, Chasing the bike that overtook you, Pedalling faster and faster, But to no avail. And before you know it, You are riding your bike to work, Pursued by a kid riding a bicycle; You let him get ahead, Amused by his enthusiasm. And in next to no time, You are driving your car home, Stuck in slow-moving traffic; There's no bicycle in sight. You have left the kid far behind. *** Liked what you read? Leave a comment!

Dedicated to a friend of mine who is no longer in this world. ********************************* A friend had died. Still, the world  Hadn't come to a stop. Perhaps, it should have. Because I gave my presentation Smiling from ear to ear. And later at night, I drank to my fill To honour him. Because life is too fricking short, But at times, Feels too bloody long. If you google 'Shortest Short Story' You'll get the following result: "For sale: Baby shoes, never worn." Popularly attributed to Ernest Hemingway. Ernest, I'm sorry  But I ended up writing  Something similar myself. "Hang in there, my friend. He did." I'm not proud of what I wrote.  It is what it is. "Who is this about," my friend asked after reading my poem. "He was my batchmate in school," I replied. "He committed suicide yesterday by hanging." "Why? What happened?" "Nobody knows. He had cut himself off from everyone." "Was he i

His talking a lot was not the problem. The problem was that I didn't get to participate in the conversation. I was listening to a soliloquy. We were not best of buddies, but he was a friend nonetheless. We seldom met. I could not offend him by telling him to shut up. Therefore, I got myself a routine. At regular intervals, I bobbed my head in polite affirmation and gave an occasional smile when all I was doing was staring in the distance at random people passing by. In college, I had attended many lectures where my mind just wandered off while my eyes remained focused on the lecturer. Being able to do the same thing with my friend in such proximity was a commendable skill that no resume/CV had a column for. I wondered if he knew what I was doing but still chose to go on. But why would he do that? Or maybe he was as doubtful as I was. The best explanation would be that he became oblivious to everything when he droned on.  My resolve weakened at times. I ran out of made-up expressi

Continued from:  LIFE AND LIES #57 | Neil Nitin Mukesh (#2) The night lengthened at its usual pace. Soon, Sunday would turn into Monday. Even the mere thought was depressing for Mukesh, who sat in his living room, just beside the window, holding a lit cigarette. “When I was a kid, I used to love Mondays,” he said, letting out a puff of smoke. “Don’t know what happened.” Sitting opposite to him, Nitin was quick with a reply, “Life happened.” That was followed by a long bellow and a hand gesture by a drunk Neil, “Nooo… job happened.” “That’s true, I guess,” said Mukesh. “I went to the mall yesterday…” “Did you…” Neil interrupted him but Mukesh cut him short. “No, I didn’t meet Robin Sparkles there.” Neil laughed. “While sitting in the food court, I couldn’t help but observe that everything seemed like clockwork, all around me.” “For someone who likes wristwatches so much, this is paradoxical,” added Nitin. “I’m thinking of finding a permanent WFH,” continued Mukesh. “Somewhere in a 3-tie

Do not meet me in January When I am at my optimistic best Or in December When the realist takes over Neither on a Monday I'm amped up on caffeine Nor a weekend I'm drowned in alcohol I lay awake at night Sifting words through my mind I'm not a morning person either Come find me At the approach of dusk On the first Wednesday of June I'll be waiting for you Far away from the city On a cliff overlooking the ocean And whether you arrive on your own Or choose to bring monsoon along I want you to be here As early as you can be Because I'm younger now Than I'll ever be For it has been tough  Chasing this sunset  For three decades  And hoping for everything  To turn out the way I wanted it to be  When the Sun went down! *** Liked what you read? Leave a comment! Is there something you want me to write about? Leave your feedback/suggestions in the comments below. *** PS: This poem is a present to myself, on turning 30. This picture was taken in Gokarna on 31st December 20

The world is turning The world is burning A city here Some people there To endure the heat The air is conditioned And the people too Everyone pays the price When innocent lives are lost Whose God will unleash The plague this time Or has it already begun Only the sequence has reversed Starting with the killing of children Maybe the King will set them free When, in the end Water turns into blood But even then With the icecaps melting Who would dare split the sea this time *** Liked what you read? Leave a comment! Is there something you want me to write about? Leave your feedback/suggestions in the comments below.