A Fish Chronicle

As the title specifies
There’s a fish and a fish
I will call them A and A
[To avoid confusion, you know]

A will flirt with A
But in a subtle way
Not to give truth away
[A is in love, you know]

A, on the other hand
Will take a stoic stand
A is just a good friend
[Allergic to commitment, you know]

But in a pond with umpteen fishes
They will keep each other’s wishes
And bait in back scratching niches
[It’s an addictive game, you know]

Put mine in Bookman Old Style, 12, Bold

Over a Sunday brunch...

"Today, in the newspaper, there was an obituary of a parrot! How crazy is that!"
"Yes, I read... So sweet..."
"Who reads obituaries anyways?"
"I do. In fact, it is the first thing I read in the paper everyday."
"How weird is that!"
"Why? Some people who miss their loved ones want to share their grief, show love, care, respect... the least we can do is to read their loss... and by the way, it is like knowing the dead, knowing that they existed..."
"Ha! Ha! Everyone who dies existed once."
"But I have read newspapers in so many cities and maximum obituaries in Delhi papers..."
"Maybe more people die in Delhi everyday..."
"Or maybe they are rich enough to share their sorrow..."
"Yeah... maybe."

Wishlist # 2 - A super power

I wish I could
Enter certain heads
And stay in them
For a few days
Clean cobwebs
Of muted thoughts
And know them
In a better way
Know their poems
And their desires
Who they love
What they conspire
To what music
Their hearts beat
What can I do
To make them complete

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{Wish list #1 is getting an electric toothbrush. No body ever gifts me an electric toothbrush! I have tried convincing people with as cheesy a line as “I will remember you every morning when I brush my teeth... and every night before I sleep... Awww”, but they always gift me a book instead! }

His definition of 'Alive'

He is wandering around... searching for someone.

"Hey!" I shout.

"How can you see me?"

"That’s not important. Take me with you..." I plead.

"No, No. I am looking for dead people..."

"I am dead. Look at me... my eyes... my heart... my soul..."

He touches my nose.

"Don’t waste my time... You still breathe!"