No Wizard Here

Chicago was meant to be hit by the worst storm in 70 years yesterday. I was psyched, I missed Delhi’s massive monsoon and a nice storm would have been splendid. But then, hopes were dashed and instead of a rave up in the clouds, we got the two step.
All I ever wanted was to be like Dorothy and Toto.

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Hello World.

As I was in the shower, singing to the mouldy curtains, I realized I felt like blogging again. I also made a promise, but a smart little elf once told me to never tell others my endeavours. Smart little elf, he was. Kill Elrond, he did. Become Santa Claus, he did.

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Special Meals

There are always those few people who order special meals on aeroplanes. When you see those meals coming you wonder at what makes the meals special? And figure that it can’t be much better than yours since it’s still on an aeroplane. Then you see the strawberries. They look good. You’re certain you won’t have any strawberries. Looking at someone else’s early arriving meal with all its succulent canned fruit makes you hungry. You also want your meal right then. You decide to order yourself a special meal next time.

If you don’t get one next time, maybe it’s an indication that you’re a Commi.


Yes, I only ever blog when I’m moving at speeds greater than 500 km/h. Go figure.

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Crumbling Cookie

[Let's just say I'm experimenting.]

A slice

A murmur

A banal drop.

That's not how the cookie falls.

A knot

A tug

A banal fall.

That's not how the cookie drops.

A twist

A tumble

A banal toast.

That's not how the cookie scuttles.

A stance

A totter

A banal scuttle.

That wasn't the cookie's toast.

A sigh

A half-smile

A simple melody.

That's the way the cookie burns.

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Welcoming Back Blue Raincoats

I needed to write today. Having done that, I thought I'd stick by my old decision to be my capricious self and decided to post on this purportedly closed blog.

I make no promises concerning future posts. If you hold your breath, please take it the entire mile and emulate a five year old in a mall who really really wants another gummy bear head. Then, tell me if it was watermelon or strawberry.

It's short and possibly incomplete. But it does have a title-

Blue Raincoats

Heaven sent at heaven's end.

A sweet man's abode

Converts to a widow's chest

To reveal the crinkling edges of homesickness.

A glossy finish by a rough edged sword,

Finality by an indefinite wink.

Chapters flip with the summer breeze,

Accursed.

Sweet similes end

And children's chests heave.

Swords wink in the summer Sun

To close curses at heaven's brink.

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That'll Be All

Hello young ones,

I have final notice, I'm shutting down my blog. It's been long in the coming and I see no incentive to keep it up, particularly since I've lost all my readers.

Lead unhealthy lives and disturb your twisted minds.

That'll be all.

Nikita.

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