Big Banger with his poems and other art forms

The Big Banger

An aimless evening stroll. In my head, I am a man on his first day out of prison after serving twenty years of sentence (falsely accused, to add to the drama). Not a very original or deep idea, more of a boyish fantasy. The boy sees a girl. She’s pretending to read a message from her mobile as she approaches the tragically wronged man. Eyes meet and look away, wondering just for a moment.

As she passes by, I can’t help pondering that all the atoms that make up her hair and that constitute my hands, all the atoms of the lace touching her body and of the leather of my belt, of her lips and of my boots, all those atoms which have vibrated when she had said her words or cried her sorrows and all those atoms which I have breathed in and breathed out, all of these damned atoms were once confined within a cubic inch of space in heat where they mingled and frolicked in the mother of all orgies that eventually gave birth to this world with a big bang.

She takes a turn and goes out of sight. I don’t feel the need to pursue her. My mind has pierced her beyond the level of intimacy possible in today’s Universe. I look around for the next conquest. My eyes fall on an auto-driver taking a leak.

PS: Creative liberty has been taken with regard to the size of Universe at the time of Big Bang

A Trespasser-Alert To Aliens, Put In Order To Mislead Them About Our Norms And Preferences

Do not shoot a pigeon

It’s banned in this region.

You may kill a duck

No one gives a fuck.

A Love Song

I got no mistress

That’s causing distress.

Would you be my lily

And I’ll be your silly.

Gardening

To all those who went “oooh” when I mentioned about my terrace garden, here’s a confession: