WHAT LIES AHEAD…

 

Meandering thoughts,

A destination to reach…

Shackled by uncertainties,

Boundaries I fear to breach…

My grey matter obeying a self-imposed injunction,

To awaken confusion at every junction…

Frozen Blues…

The snow melts away with time
Time stood still but for me
I waited, as the world crossed me…
Waited for you, under the solitary tree..
Not you, but disappointment I did greet,
If that was inevitable, then why
Not an earlier hour it chose to meet?

Haw autocorrect plays a vital pole!

If you are reading this right now, you are probably not busty (Oh! There we go again! *Busy, I mean).

Conversing with a business associate regarding a major tender he sent out, “Why don’t we shit together some time, and stalk things out?” Yes, it happened, I lost the deal. That sadist who invented autocorrect! Probably one of my competitors.

Just the other day this stickler friend of mine literally stranger zoned me for mixing ‘your’ with ‘you’re’. It was my fault partially, since I said, “You’re dog” (she read as “You are dog”). When I managed to console her, autocorrect shouldering the blame, I got some advise “Read, my child.. Read, before hitting the send button.” As incorrigible as I am, the saga continues..

A friend of mine received this box from an anonymous sender. Well, who doesn’t like surprises?? An excited me, messaged her (I call her Pant), “What’s in Panty?” (Yeah, autocorrect!!). I never heard from her again. I still wonder, what was in that box… The anxiety kills! Anyways, tallying scores, Autocorrect :3, Me: 0.

Beware, autocorrect has an accomplice: Fuck.. (*Luck).
A professor of mine requested me to send him a picture of the assignment question he improvised in class, which he couldn’t recollect. The great student as  I am, I wanted to be prompt and efficient. I sent him a picture alright (in haste). Luck had it, it was the wrong one: it was my girlfriends picture! And then autocorrect, like one of those DC comic heroes turns up at the right time: “Her ass you requested” (*Here as you requested). Yes, she was pretty, and autocorrect made him an offer really hard to turn down but I wasn’t allowed to enter his class ever again.

Let’s cross to the other side (*story). A distant relative of mine was hospitalized: very serious. The actual discussion that I had with her grandson:

Me: “Hey, are you ok? I heard your (for once I got the your/you’re correct. Hi-five second para friend) grandma has been hospitalized. How is she doing now?”

Him: “Not really good 😦 I hope she gets better”

Me: “ I hope she dies :)”

Him: “ Are you bloody kidding me?? How could you say that?”

Me: “ I typed *does. This phone has that sick autocorrect”

I now have one less relation to maintain. No, his grandma didn’t die. He just never spoke with me thereafter.

So ass you pee..  Not even for a sex have I been spared, ever since autocorrect and I met for the first time… (*sec I mean, Autocorrect wins hands down!!)
Yeah, that’s my story. Spank you 😉

The Unspoken

I am yet to hear from you…

With the piercing breeze came the bitter cold,

And slowly fades away all hope…

The wind, your message does not hold,

It is ten past twelve, and I’m still to hear from you…

I am still waiting to hear your words…

The dog down the road let it out in a breath,

As it barked profusely, gazing at the moon…

The night came upon me, I fell asleep.

I have not yet heard from you, it is now noon…

The sun at its peak, vaporizing all hope,

Leaving behind a residual defeat…

As the day darkened with the setting sun,

With it was quenched the hope and heat…

I am still to hear from you…

Why this want to hear from you?

Why this anxious wait?

Some things remain eternally unanswered,

The things attributed to fate…

I still wait to hear that which you have not spoken…

Cold

Starry night

Very beautifully written!

Letters….

On crisp sheets, white, I penned words, few,
Words of meaning that I felt for you..
But failed to express the way I feel,
Finding those pure words was but an ordeal…
Trying-Failing-Tossing the crumpled sheets behind,
“Words cannot do justice,” said my mind
Now the sheets turn yellow with age,
The heap in my study… piled garbage!
The Letters did stay, they remain unsent…
But my message had left… Yes, it went!

Possession

A beautiful piece..

The Sublime Voyage…

I remember those days with every rain,

I set that sheet of paper a sail…

Waiting to see it, at the world’s other end,

I waved till with the distance it did blend…

 

The battalion I crafted to conquer every tide,

That Grandpa diligently taught me to build…

Infused with all his love and teaching,

My very shore this battalion was reaching…

  

But I have yet to find one ship of mine,

With my name etched in black…

If so ever you do find it, Sir,

Please make sure you give it back…

LOST….

Into the dark alley,

A flickering light above,

It wasn’t a random sally!

I think I was in love…

 

I walked on without direction,

Into the unknown,

No sense of hesitation…

My hair stood, wind blown.

 

Oblivious to the world,

I continued in this “dream”…

When a pool of water was hurled,

Yes, I did scream!

 

Drenched I was, more aware,

And sat by the road, upon a dark stair…

A gruff voice was called, “Lost! Are you?”

I scurried. In a shaky voice, “No, that isn’t true!”