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Category: Klash of the Konfessioners

  • Rebirth

    “I baptize you in the name of the Father,

    and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”

    Mohan was standing at the altar,
    Father D’souza had sprinkled holy water on him.
    From now he would be known as MacMohan.
    They have promised him Heaven, on earth.
    From now he will not have to suffer the humiliation
    his dalit anscestors have tolerated for centuries.
    From now he will not be untouchable,and
    will not stand out of the temple like his father.
    This was his Rebirth, they have said.
    But is it, really
    will he now be allowed to drink from the same well.
    will the Thakur allow him to marry Sarita, his love.
    will any one buy food from the shop he has opened.
    No
    Mohan may die thousand times
    but
    We will not let him reborn
    as MacMohan

  • Moon

    pale glowing face
    of the full orbed beauty
    playing hide-n-seek
    between clouds and trees.

    ocean, mad in love
    surging towards her,
    shores fail to stop
    the rising tide of seas.

    her milky white rays
    remind me of you
    my heart leaps out of me
    how can I be at ease.

  • Closer

    looking at the
    flickering pale glow
    of the earthen lamp………

    Afsaan saw
    a deathly darkness
    all around her………….

    but the coming dawn
    she dreaded
    even more………

    closer to the gallows
    Afzal will be
    as the oil burnt……

  • Magic

    abracadabra……………
    wand turns into roses..
    applause…………………
    .
    abracadabra…………………….
    ball turns into pigeon…
    applause……………….
    .
    abracadabra…………….
    brings out a rabbit from empty hat..
    more applause…………….
    .
    the man in tattered robes
    bows before the motley crowd.
    his son takes the hat around
    the crowd is gone…….
    .
    not a single penny
    for his road-side show.
    .
    papa I’m hungry…..
    he digs into his pocket.
    nothing comes out..
    .
    papa give me some bread
    sorry son we don’t have money today.
    then why not say abracadabra,
    and take it out from your hat, papa.
    .
    he stares blankly at his wand.
    that is what i was doing since morning.

  • Rain


    Far beyond the river I can see clouds,

    black, roaring, whirling, talking to the hills.

    pouring their heart on the Cedar trees.

    Through the window

    I can see streams

    rapid, gushing, swirling,

    meeting and separating

    puddles and runnels,

    drenching dry earth.

    The cold misty wind

    the earthy wet smell

    takes me to the yore

    in the yard we danced soaked,

    shivered ran around, splashed.

    Beyond the street

    I can see kids

    dancing,singing

    in the shower

    how much I yearn, but

    now it doesn’t Rain in my yard.

  • Twist

    His red Maruti was moving slowly towards the multiplex.
    His heart was beating fast.
    There were sweat drops on his forehead, which he wiped with his hands.
    The place was crowded, it always is on Saturdays.
    It took him more than ten minutes to reach the basement parking.
    He lit a cigarette and waited inside the car till the parking boy went away to attend other cars.


    He opened the dashboard. Two loose wires dangled out.
    He took both ends and entwined them.
    A red LED started blinking.
    One final twist and he left the car.
    Blast………And soon Mumbai was rocking with explosions.

  • Fear

    deathly dark moonless night
    alone I was groping for light

    far someone howled and hissed
    one beat or two my heart missed
    mouth got parched and lips dry
    no voice came i wanted to cry
    trembling wet and cold my hand
    legs didn’t move buried in sand
    touch of death the chilly air
    froze me shivering blew my hair
    would’ve fainted when i heard
    was it a ghost was it a bird
    praying God my eyes closed tight
    someone just then put on the light
    i was in my room no need to fear
    mike was smiling with a mug of beer

  • Naked

    All these years I had her in my fantasies.
    There she was lying in front of me …naked.
    She tried to smile at me, but the anxiety showed on her face.
    She closed her eyes.
    She was looking pretty.
    She had gained weight since we met last.
    Her raven hairs were tied in a bun.
    Her skin was glowing, flushed, hot.
    I couldn’t move my eyes away from her body.
    She had always attracted me in a strange way.
    It was only last year she got married to that bully of our college, Rajesh.
    When she came to meet me three months back, I was surprised, but pleased, rather excited,.
    Today she was very nervous when she came to me.
    “Will it be OK, Manoj? Are we doing the right thing ?”She had asked.
    I was deeply absorbed in thoughts, when the nurse nudged me, “Shouldn’t we begin, Doc, the baby’s in distress.”

    “Oh Ya” and I started draping her for the Cesarean.

  • Infidelity

    The rays of night lamp were falling on her face.

    She was in deep sleep.

    Her face had a childlike innocence.

    Calm, serene, pure.

    She was smiling in sleep.

    Probably she was dreaming.

    She looked almost divine

    Was this the effect of the light falling on her?

    I once again opened the crumpled piece of paper

    which I had snatched from Damu

    just when he was going to deliver it to our neighbor.

    “Dear Nik ,

    M is going on tour.

    Won’t be back before midnight.

    Come tomorrow at 9 when rishi will be in school.

    Yours P“

    I once again looked at her face.

    Should I believe her face

    Or this moist crumpled piece of paper?

    I tore the paper and started packing my briefcase for tomorrow’s tour.

  • Mist

    It was getting dark.
    All ten of us had just took off for our evening sortie.
    I was flying highest of all.
    Suddenly I noticed a grey mist surrounding them.
    I saw them loosing control and falling flat on ground.
    I tried to zoom faster to get away from the mist,
    but it came nearer. I had this choking sensation.
    I looked below and saw this lady waving a red-black can emitting this deadly mist.
    I could barely read the letters written on the can H.. I.. T………
    .
    .
    He was gasping for air when I saw him.
    His face was blue.
    He was looking at me in desperation.
    I knew I had to act fast.
    I started searching frantically in the drawers.
    At last I found the can of asthalin.
    One puff and the white pure mist filled his nostrils.
    Moments later he was smiling again.