January 19, 2013

Usual Saturday

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, much like all Saturday afternoons.
She took out the powder from the chest of drawers and kept it on the table,just like she had done a  hundered times before. The aparatus was set, the powder neatly rolled out on glass. It was just a matter of time before she would be transported to another universe. Where colors were bright and the air thinner, some bright light and gentle drift would take her far away from the reality of the usual Saturday afternoon.

‘Stop’ she said.
‘Please for heavens sake stop’
‘Don’t do it – you have hope now – your kid is waiting at school’
‘You have a lot to live for – don’t give up this chance’.

With a sudden burst of emotion, she pushed the table away and the powder blended into the room. She ran out of the house to get into her car.

At the first turn, an oncoming truck ended her path to hope.If only she’d let her quiet Saturday afternoon, be the usual Saturday afternoon….

Gyanban Thoughts : A short story,where the key word was sadness.A story had to be structured around this word and theme.

January 17, 2013

Fire !

We didn't start the fire
Who lit the fire?

Hitler, Dyer or ire,
all played with fire,

Woman, Sacrifice or desire,
all burnt in fire,

Steam, coal or Gold
all tested by fire,

Ambition, passion or aggression
all expressions of fire,

Warmth, protection or ripen,
All cared  by fire,

Destruction, death or inferno
All products of fire

Reform, redesign or change
all functions of  fire

Yet, we didn’t start the fire,
Will you light the fire?

Gyanban Thoughts : a poem dedicated to change,with the backdrop of fire.

January 8, 2013


The fingers trembled as I changed my relationship status to ‘its complicated’ & stared at the screen blankly.

My blurry eyes saw little red dots appear instantly, indicating their concern for me. Soon the numbers grew & even people I didn’t know “liked” my status. The inbox flooded with messages and chat requests were popping all over the screen.

‘Have I become famous?’ I wondered.

"Where were they when I wanted to live?" I thought & pulled the trigger.

Gyanban thoughts:  this short story goes out to all those friends we once like and loved, and now ignored. How many times have they tried to reach out to you? Or if they have not, have you wondered why?

January 1, 2013

Unwrong the world !

Global warming , nuclear threat,

Who cares ,my needs should be met.
Pollution and the greenhouse effect,
Oh dont you fret.

Sandy Storm and the fiscal cliff
Why is my God so miffed?
Mindless violence and sorrows deafen
Adam‘s gun is a momentary orphan.

Dicey Obamacare and Libya
Healing wounds, wounded heels.
Honest corruption in India.
Gang rape of life and media.

Happy and Gay in dismay
Legal eagle and people sway.
Erupting Syria in disarray.
Delayed justice in the way.

Terrorism and their clan,
Selective reading of the Quran.
Water is in short supply
Tempers boiling nearby.

Dogged man and human chain
Tested faith unforgiving pain
Doomsday night never came
Salvation regains its name.

Where are we headed,what do we gain?
Crossroads ahead for the DNA strain.
Yet another moment goes by
Wonder if God fell out of the sky?

Gyanban Thoughts: Where do we begin fixing things? What else will it take? What are we doing to change ourselves?


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