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Not Fat-Free


My Jeans tells me that every morning


You don't need to remind on Facebook.

Call me a Foodie or Fatty


The Fact remains that I will never stop eating.


I'm not Immortal


My breasts remind me that, which are clearly sagging


Don't bother to type so much on my DP.


Oh Hey, you looked better earlier


Well, my eyes were registering all my life


And I swear on my eyes, I am Noticing!

You don't need to tap on my chin


To spot my fading skin


You really shouldn't bother to scan my hair


And tell me what level of baldness is heading my despair


That 20-Year Old Mirror in my Bedroom,


Lets me know without passing that extra stare

- Jheeni

Sleepless Conversations

Shot during dusk in Kathgodam

A coughing night, and an insomniac figure

Walking by the living room, fidgeting for slumber

Moon dispensing the wit

Contending peace, tearing thunder.

Shaking the silence, I compete with the night

Cough & Kick, Cough & Kick

Rib Cage pounces in fright,

Staring in the mirror

I unbutton my shirt 

Ah, there it is, 

a bird cage ready to blurt

Heart gets noisy

Or maybe nosy?

I wondered what's in there

A dream in making or the one broken?

Hollow & devoid, I wished it stayed cosy. 

I seek another life wide awake, not too far

A tonga chimes somewhere, 

I guess door left ajar,

I tap the dead clock

And wonder what's the time?

A train makes a ruckus

Honking & chugging in rhyme.

I see stillness within the train

Figures asleep in oblivion

Heart throws a little tantrum

While train rides with no pain.

- Jheeni

Abandoned

Born to happiness

Raised to pride

Every boat sailed to tide

Creators smiled

Watched every mile!

The algae was slimy

The fishes, too horny

They’d hit the boat

Danced with Mr. Toad

Teenage on board!

Spilling water washed the edges

The boat was assured –

There’ll be more sledges

Gap gushed, heart choked

Boat sighed, God is one Bloke!

Storm subsides, boat revives

Finds a way back, every hope alive

Neither grasped a breath

Nor focused on death.

The Homeland was grave

The fishes played naïve

Mr. Toad lied upside

Creators were barely in sight

Was there any word like ‘Demise?’

A decade long tale

None bothers,

None remembers,

An abandoned boat descends

Every second is a deep slumber!

Life starts with the coffee and muffin, passes by cherry and yoghurt, dances along cheddar and wine, but eventually aborts when the night is on. Life is dead that night – Kaida!