The 9 nights of fiery passion

This is perhaps, or rather, hopefully, my last navratri in gujarat. The land of sweet,blossomed,slender waist beauties gyrating to the psychedelic music and the swaying lights. You look intricately into one and you see yourself,the mirrors, it is. To leave behind something is not easy. You keep looking behind as to whether you really need to throw it away. And soon, a trail of things that are left might be made leading to ....me.The ultra-thin threads holding their cholis in place provide a great sense of erotic satisfaction for the undeserved, for the people who were never asked to dance with anyone, for the people who never could ask anyone to dance, for the people who were rejected and for the people.....who remain, but 'a person'. I, as a person, or rather me, having developed exponentially over the last few weeks, should start by thanking not soulmates nor blind dates, but rather ....room mates. A cold morbid atmosphere stings you to do what you deserve and do what you desire. The shocking nudity of burning figures makes you jump into the fire and dance in a frenzy.

Swooning to the tunes of a drone,
Brightness everywhere, and the moon never shone,
people were persons no more,
Together they made one more.
Pleasure never remained intimate,
but rather reminded of movements not late.

To see, is to perceive.And to perceive, is to make a decision on what you see. And this, is what not all make out of things. Preconceived notions of things that look good and things that look bad are making the ways of the world worse. And to add to that, there are always the reliable cheerleaders ready to gore at the strikingly ugly unwordly things....or , unworthy things,....

As I strode out of the hostel, towards the lab, a sudden piece of quivering slime caught my attention. Over 5 feet long, and ultra oily and dark, it slowly made its way up a small half-tree. It took me a while to realize that such proximity might be my capability to gamble with foolishness of an extreme degree and so taking a few steps ahead, I looked at the tree and tried to think of what could happen next...Over 3 different types of bird species lived over there. And all birds of all types were screeching hard to divert attention and get some help. It kept moving and moving, reminding me of those professional thieves, who know when someone is helpless. Its slow pace, but determined and sly body slowly reached the top and soon, the first nest.The spouses realized that there was only one way left...All the hatched chicks were thrown down on the ground, one by one...First came a stout, little bird ...Down it fell from over 11feet and it never left the ground..A second one, a bit luckier, limped its way back into a nearby bush.....It was a massive destructive massacre for the winged creatures and to the snake, a nutritious meal....Weird are the ways of nature, that chooses to keep some helpless and some, with choices of food that vary from them......to ...me.