A Night To Remember

To the Only Girl from whom I have cooked a steak,

It was a Warm Night but It was freezing Inside. You slept as I watched over you . Hypothetically Keeping the Mythical Night Monsters at Bay. Morning would come and you would be gone. Like a Tornado through the encampment for a lost Soul. But It wasn’t for a few hours more and sandman kept his peace. I was lost in this book . Nonetheless I would look over to see If you were breathing. I guess I was Worried that God would want his Angel back.  “How” I wondered, “Did you ever manage to get your hair to smell in the scent of the fruits I liked?”. It was all part of your wonderful Charm. Soft as Silk and Gentle to touch, Your dark black hair covered your soft feline features. May be it was one of the reasons I liked you.

The Night was quiet and dawn about to break. I would have preferred it not to End but the Hour Glass had ran out of sand. I whispered into your ears to wake and everything else was made in haste. It was cute to see you Tooth brush in hand. Some how it remind me of home.  A shower later and we were ready to go. After Ensuring you had left nothing behind, We walked out hand in hand. The Train to the Airport was close. Though it was preordained, every step was taken in grief. At last we stood at your gate, With mumbled good byes. Words were hard to come by, I guess I was still dazed. Maybe I should have rode with you till you got on your plane. I guess our hug conveyed the feeling from deep within. You let go and my hands were incomplete. I watched as you rode down the escalator and disappear from my sight.  And quickly I had to get away to hide the Tears running down my eyes.

Truly Yours
Your Master Chef

The Open Mic

“We have an open Mic in Ubud on Monday night” Flora told me. “Cool” I responded. I was in one of my depressive moods. When I’ve lost my goals, I tend to be low on enthusiasm. So I’m usually up for anything. But I’ve been procrastinating the whole day. And I wasn’t in a mood to leave the comforts of my figurative jail. I didn’t want to be alone, So I hopped on the Flora’s bike for the 1 hour ride. She was riding as a passenger on her friend Emma’s Bike. I got lost for a bit along the way cause I was following them and wasn’t using my GPS. But I course corrected on reason alone and we were at our destination well before the start of the event. I’ve never been to a poetry recital which didn’t involved forced participation. It seems this one takes place every month and had been going on for 6 years. There was a mic at the centre with another on the right side just close enough to a podium. Well I was planning to sit back and enjoy this mind nurturing ride.

Emma and Flora planned to read out poems. So they were wondering where they could sign up. Their Question was answered when the host in dreadlocks came up to the stage. The show would start off in half an hours time. But neither of the Girls were reluctant to put down their names. Each one were waiting for someone else to sign up first. Unfortunately for them, the host called up people at random. Emma was brave enough to be the first among us to participate. But lucky for her , she wasn’t asked to be the first to dole out her magical rhymes. Poets and writers are odd creatures. We want the attention but we don’t want to be first among our peers to bare ourselves to the rest. That’s why the Number One spot was left blank on the sign up card.

Our host started off with a lyrical rhyme. From his accent and the subject matter of his topic, I was able to ascertain he was from the States. It seems he had travelled a bit around India. “It’s an amazement” he said, how people were fighting for water in India while Americans could only talk about Janet Jackson’s Nip slip at the Super Bowel. Different priorities I guess. And after him came another who spoke about hope. I was able to resonate with what he said. How some of us can create a problem in others, come up with a well defined quick solution and all of this for a small helpers fee. “Accept who you” he said “And loving someone means accepting them will all their kinks and craziness”. There were a few others and one reminded me how far I’ve fallen from the path of positivity. It seems this night was full of indirect messages from the Universe.

Emma went on but flora couldn’t but I was more fascinated by Self Styled words of a lyrical rapist Rika. She was Dropping words like they were magnum bullets. Damn girl, I Don’t remember what you said but I love they way you delivered it. Though it was her second time on stage, she was able to deliver it with ease. “I was a nerve wreck” she told me later when I spoke to her “It’s more of a hobby”. It’s seems we were done for the night , So the host called upon the audience to bring forth an offering to the stage. A king among men who would shed off their chains and take hold what destiny awaits them. My heart was pounding and my head was filled with lines. They made no sense but I hoped they would before I got to the stage. “Yes” shouted out the inner voices for there was another who was picked out. “No” It screamed when I finally walked on to the stage. “You had the chance to walk away, why didn’t you take it”. It’s simple I replied to my self as looked into the crowd. “I’m going to be comfortable with being uncomfortable and I took a hold of the Open Mic.