Kichkandi

Men need to invent  their  spirits 
To foist  their  fears of the unknown 
On the feminine 
On a woman, specifically,
That he does not understand 
Cannot regulate
As opposed  to the docile one 
Who resides  in
The bangles and potes
He proudly  displays 
On his dashboard 

There  is no such thing
As a male spirit 
That will  suck away
A woman's life
Her joys and her peace
While pretending  to
Seduce  them

That is not  something 
Women need to invent 

No need to be attached

If you belive
You cannot  trust anyone
And loves never last
You win

Because most people
Will hurt you in some way
So you are  always right

And if not,
Well,
How nice to be proved wrong
For the right reasons

So yes,
If you belive
You cannot  trust anyone
And loves never last
You are always taken care of
People are bound to hurt you
And you are always  protected

Finding yourself in the world outside

Ten years ago i picked her up
Because i had heard i should
And put it down because 
She had not the flamboyance 
Of the sher-o-shayari
That was more to my taste then

It was years before i could appreciate
The brutal  honesty of her words

Not that young  people do not have
The sensitivity to understand  pain
Sometimes  young people
Are the most troubled  of all

Actually, the opposite 
With youth the burdens are so heavy 
That they just cannot see
What lies on their shoulders
And cannot recognize it
When they see someone else
Carrying the samr burden
Even if they are the same thing

Even if emily dickinson
Speaks in your voice 
You cannot see
That the voice  is coming from within

Trial and error

The journalist's method
Of trial and error 
Goes thus

You work for hours
On a person
Trying  to get them to open up
And getting zilch results

And suddenly on the second meeting
You strike a goldmine
And ask one question 
That opens their floodgates

And you worship the question 
Like the key to a buried treasure 
And jump it on the next  person you meet
Right after the introduction 
Only to have them  clam up
Or look at you askance
Or go the whole hog and start yelling
At you for probing too deep

You think you were too abrupt
And the key is to do the whole drill
All over again
But after  three meetigs with the next person
You realize your  treasured  key
Means nothing to them

Because every person has their own key
And there is no recourse  to trial and error  anew every time

Clowns are the loneliest

They say
Those  who make a living 
By making  others  laugh
Are the ones
In need of a laugh

So must  those
Who pursue  secrets
Be in quest  of
Delicate  nurturing
Of their own soul 

What men want

You wonder why a man offers 
A kiss to reconcile
Or a hug or a make-out
And says nothing
About the issue at hand
As if it will solve itself
With a kiss

And then you learn 
That it is because 
That is what he would like

Give a kiss and all anger
Is forgiven

Forgiveness heals

The thing  with  forgiveness  is that
It only heals you
If you arrive at it
With much trouble 
Go through  the whole rigmarole
The denial, the anger 
The disconnect with the outside world
And then arrive at
Compassion
Like an inevitability 
Like succor, like relief
Like blessings

If you  make a habit of it
And are able to forgive 
Murder
At the blink  of an eye

Forgiveness 
Is the same as
Indifference