She/her

In some winter mornings, I think of mother
Mother, when in some winter mornings she thought about us
Our worlds merged together to give rise to something that
Made sense only now, when books and windows vanished
And what left was the oevure of her.
The bedsheets and biscuits talked
While we listened to them, thinking they
Must be talking in some foreign toungues 
Only to realize, that we the inheritor of this world
Are listening to the other worlds of hopes and dreams
Of endurance and efforts
Of goals and gauntlet.
Of Ma's words.

We are meaningful only when she wishes
With her words for a day that is yet to come 
And stay forever.

Flux

 Flux

The world was in a flux

You see if you charge something

In electrostatic force

The resultant is flux

Some charges make it go high

While others decrease the charge

We call the situation "flux"

It is about everything, and everyone 

Who is in flux

He or she cannot determine how much

Or how little they are worth 

So someone measures it.

Our lives have given to many so called

Trepidations of past and present 

That we cannot decide whether we are constantly increasing in volume and meaning.

Or decreasing.

So, we measure by ourselves.

Our own flux.

Our own stupidity and glorious efforts 

To figure out some unsolved mysteries of the universe

Through us.

Our constant coming in and going outs.

And our despondant nights and daffodilic mornings.

Our unrests and and transitions.

When all is over 

We look back and tell ourselves-

And our lives are not over yet.

We are still in flux.

Before Darkness Engulfs us

 Before Darkness Engulfs us

I want to tell you something

Before darkness engulfs us.

Darkness is not fat, not a room full of people.

Darkness is hope.

Darkenss is a fantasy that we have carried since we were born.

Darkness is a thought that recides in your mind, and mine.

Darkness is not a syndrome 

It is a way we encounter our worlds.

Hence, darkness bewilders us with its psychotic melancholy

Darkness has some struggle as well.

It cannot be shared, not dreamt of.

Darkness has a pervading presence.

It is not a creation of anyone.

It is just there.

Now you might ask

Why don't we walk towards light?

Why don't we simply abandon darkness

And think of only bright sunshine.

The answer is this-

Darkness is ephemeral

Darkness has a jagged monotony 

Which we cannot conquer.

Hence, it is there

With you and me.

And we cannot help but fall in love darkness.

Checkmated: Markozy Variation

 

You checkmate your opponent in a chess game. You think you have conquered by virtue of sheer magnificance. If only you doscover that the game has been won by sheer luck. This is the fate of the story.

Evan one day played a chessmatch with his neighbour. He thought he was winning, till the last moment.

How could that have happened? Evan wondered. He must have miscalculated his moves. A genious he is. It is disappointing that Evan has played the wrong moves in crucial time. Evan pondered on the reasons he played so terribly. But seldom you find reason in rhyme. The match was too hot to handle for Evan. Evan thus concurs, he is a terrible chess player.

Untill, someone else joins him in the game. His name was Billy. Billy had never played with Evan before. The game rose much anticipation for both. The nerve settled, the match began. Evan played his first move. D3. A move so simple that Evan thought will not surprise anyone. But Billy was clever too. He played Black to D7. This match will go on for few minutes, folks..

Let us first consider some aspect of Markozy game. Markozy is a name of a chess player who lived in the mountain of Astragad. A biblical place. He played with the gods. None of them were good chess players. So, he bit them eveyday. The gods were really pissed off at this. They sent to Markozy in Jail. Markozy died a terrible death in Jail. 

Since then, we know that the variation that Evan and Billy are playing currently is Markozy Variation.

Billy is a strugging chess player. He suffers time to time with acute chessphobia. He has previously suffered Stroke playing chess. Billy is also a song writer. He composes his songs to play them in chessplayers' funeral. But Evan doesn't know this. Evan playes chess to satisfy his grit. Not to listen to Chess player's funeral music. Evan has thus survived so far with Chess matches without committing too much error. Evan has always excelled in the chess matches that made him feel distant. They say, he is Evan the terrible. It's a joke. A pretty bad one though. Evan has always played chess with some and left others. Evan cannot choose everybody. But Billy this time. Billy has created turmoil in Evan's chessboard. Mr. Markozy is talking to Billy in his ears. Evan could not played any better to finally win in a chess match which Billy himself has surrendered. Evan has won finally. But at the cost of Billy. Billy will remember this. His chess skills will improve. But He will not play Evan again. He has promised to himself. 

But what about Markozy? Let us focus on Mr. Markozy before we leave this chess match. Was Mr. Markozy ever aware that in a chess match you win in the end by defeating your opponent by a single move? That variation cannot be called a Markozy variation. It must be some other variation of which we are not aware of. Mr. Markozy thus concurs that Evan and Billy has cheated.