One Second, Three Haikus

1.
As time stops tonight
And the world tries to catch up
Heartache lasts longer

2.
Everything halts
Two hands hesitate in place
And the clock ticks on

3.
She moves on ahead
Seemingly unaffected
Midnight hour rings

Aashna Iyer - The Last Supper - Airplane Poetry Movement

Echoes

My cigarette in my hand, I walked along as my feet slowly led me into a progressively darker side of town. Common sense told me to go back.
This was uncomfortable. This was too familiar. There were too many memories teeming in my thoughts. The cigarette that had been keeping me calm was now all gone, so I was walking towards a bad dream without backup.
"You never walk into a potential danger zone without backup."
I knew the voice was inside my head, but I stiffened nonetheless.

He and I had been near inseparable since a gang-brawl in the academy had brought is together. We weren't just batch mates any more, we were brothers. Rather, had been...
"Should listen to him. You know he's never wrong..." all my ghosts were awake again.
"Walk on, now that you're here." My own voice surprised me. I hadn't expected it at this time and place. It broke the pervading stillness of what seemed to be a flashback, if it weren't for the stabbing pain reminding me that there was no going back. I justified things by saying it was time for answers and I needed a confession, at best, but I had my service revolver against my hip, which was telling me different stories.
I disgusted myself.
Like a puppet on a string, my feet led me towards a building I had vowed never to look at again. I knew beyond a doubt, there was no going back, there was no avoiding this now...
She opened the door as unfazed as she had always been. I could have sworn she smiled at me for a split second before "Why?"
"It's time, don't you think?" I was a lot calmer than I had thought I would be.
I strolled into the room, instinctively avoiding the same mess, walking to the same place, picking up a cigarette (was it the same?) and turning to her for a light.
She had closed the door and was ready.
This was habit for the both of us. We were each playing a part.
"How're you doing, Darling?"
Her sneer was invisible, but clearly audible. I didn't answer. She didn't expect it.
I looked around, confirming nothing had changed. Nothing had.
"Haven't you replaced him yet?" I wasn't playing with gloves on.
She deserved none of that.
Her eyes snapped with irritation as she looked at me, wondering, I'm sure, why the bug was here again.
"I don't need to have someone around..."
"That's right," I broke in, "Because the inheritance was enough to let you retire..."
She slammed her hand down on the table, trying for one last stab at innocence... "I didn't know..."
I stood up, the strain of being in his space, seeing his things, and seeing her here a little too much to handle. "Sure you didn't. You also didn't cry on his shoulder, you didn't pretend to be afraid about 'what would happen', you didn't know he had a will..."
She threw her lighter against a wall, all bets were now off...
"Yes, darling, I know nothing. I don't know why you're here. I don't know that you're scared to be here. I don't know how much this is affecting you..."
She was walking towards me, backing me against a wall... "I don't know why you're backing away..."
I could smell the smoke on her breath, smell my brother's perfume on her body.
I closed my eyes and saw the look in his eyes as she had stepped away, leaving the bullet a clear path to his heart.
It didn't matter what the bullet did, she had killed him before it could touch him.
She nuzzled my neck, slowly working her way to my lips.
"Open your eyes, darling..." I could hear the mockery in the voice of the woman who set my brother up to die.
The woman who knew he had left his money to "My daughter, because we're all she has and who knows how long two cops will live?"
The woman who had made sure that I was wound around her little finger, who told me she loved me. She had been the distraction, the reason I hadn't been his backup.
"Remember this? We had been here that day, remember?" Her voice was laughing at me now, enjoying the freedom of not pretending.
"He walked into it for his little girl... Daddy, they're hurting me... Daddy I'm scared... All it took. He tried to call... But he couldn't wait for ever... His little girl, after all."
She turned away, whipping her hair in my face, laughing... "Never walk into a danger zone alone... Oops! Looks like he forgot..."
I had followed her that day, after she left me, something had been nagging at me...
And I had seen her run into my brother's arms, seen the man get into position, seen her step away... And out of the way, as my brother fell under fire he could never have avoided.
She was still laughing.
She never stopped laughing.
When my bullet entered her chest, it all ended, mid laugh... An endless laugh that would never stop echoing.

Dance With Me

I braided my hair with precision I had learnt from insistent school teachers.

The cool night breeze stopped momentarily as the bus paused to let people off. I looked at the face next to mine, outlined against the streetlights.

"Dance with me..."

She looked at me reflecting every bit of the light around, wondering, I could clearly see, if I had finally lost my last logical thought process. I laughed at her surprise and grabbed her hand, running to the front, leaping out of the bus as it pulled away.

I could hear the conductor yelling abuses at us, but it didn't matter.

I loved this spot. It was along the seaside, breeze in your face... "Perfect for a dance, I say..." I spun her into a turn, laughing at her surprise.

She turned like a floating leaf.

I didn't expect such grace when caught off-guard, but she spun around and stopped perfectly. I pulled her back towards me, feeling a kick in the gut as she rolled against my chest, turning in my embrace.

Those eyes, those glowing pools of magic, looking up into mine, she ran her fingers down my neck, one hand still in my grasp.

"Let's dance."

There was a good chance she had telepathically transferred the thought to me, because nothing broke the silence of the spell she was weaving.

She twisted out of my arms, one hand anchoring her to me, as she drifted around me.

She led me, twirling step by step towards the pavement, where she proceeded to land, like a petal settling on the ground.

I turned her once more, wanting to see the precise magic of her movements before she stopped, and for the first time, she stumbled. Her grimace of self deprecation was possibly the most alluring thing I'd seen. She didn't like not being perfect, she didn't like making a mistake... I caught her around the waist, marveling at the sheer feeling of the body I held.

She turned to look at me. The shadows on her face kept me from reading the stories her eyes were telling me, but I didn't need to see a thing. I knew before she reached up to my face what was to follow. Her fingers played along my waist, and the other hand played with my braid. What the shadows didn't hide was hidden when she undid my hair with a deliberate hand, coming closer to me till all either of us could see were shadows, all I could feel was her hand on my neck, and her lips on mine.

Aashna Iyer Performs - "Inheritance"

I can't believe it took me this long to put this up!

Really makes me question my existence, this lapse... Anyway...

Menstruation isn't too much fun, guys, I mean, let's face it, we hate 'that time of month'. And you know what society does to make it better for us?

They treat us like we're dirty.

We're not allowed into temples, not allowed to touch our own stuff, not allowed to eat what we want, wear what we want, not allowed to play with who we want... Life after puberty is shitty, if you're a woman, and there's no reason why it should be!

It's so silly that we're a country of people for whom sacred equals 'motherland', 'gai-mata', 'Durga-ma' and what not... You know what ALL MOTHERS have to go through? Menstruation!

What is the logic here? NONE!

This is my attempt to get you to think a little, question a little, and maybe stop inheriting those ridiculous bits and pieces of knowledge that have been passed down to you by generations of ignorance...

Climax

She fell back against her pillow, exhausted.
She had to take a few deep breaths to calm her rapidly beating heart, each breath escaping her lungs as a sigh. Lying in the comfort of her sheets, she closed her eyes, reliving the past hour or so, smiling at the memories, revelling in the complete satisfaction engulfing her.
"What a workout..." She whispered, her eyes still closed, "nobody prepares you for this stuff."
He had really pushed her to her limits, taking her to heights she didn't know she could reach. It had all escalated so fast, she still couldn't believe it. When her phone had buzzed, she had no idea it was the start of something so... "Phenomenal..."
She grinned to herself, aware that she was shamelessly boosting his ego, but she knew it was equally her contribution.
They had both been giver and taker, alternating seamlessly, supporting each other without needing to say anything. Like he'd read her mind, he had responded to every cue in fairytale fashion. And she'd loved having a hand in his responses, knowing that the increasingly intense reactions, the new responses, the involuntary reactions they had both experienced were what they had created together.
She replayed their conversation in her head, from the first message to the last, laughing at all the bad jokes, heart-rate increasing at every new level of intellectual stimulation and marvelling at his skill with words.
"Who knew a random conversation about nothing could be this intense an experience?" She murmured to herself, unlocking her phone to read the chat again.
He had the disconcerting skill of taking a simple chat conversation to dizzying heights. Which was why she was so hooked to him. It was a rush so much more potent than flirting, so much more real than sex; talking to him made her brain work on overdrive. It wore her out like no physical encounter could, nobody had made her feel this alive before, nothing had ever made verbal sparring this... Memorable.
"And the best part? It's all virtual... No expectations from this... No 'will he, won't he'..."
Chat over, end of story...
She flopped back into bed, smiled at the chat window once again before keeping her phone away, turning the lights off and sleeping an unparalleled sleep.

Respite

Days come, and go away
Every day, that's how it stays
The monotonous expanse of
Day after day,
Today, tomorrow and possibly yesterday
But there's a difference, a little change
Between today and yesterday

When the sun sets on the monotony
And lights go on in the city
Suddenly, there's life
Where monotony used to be.

No longer lost in the glaring
The staring light of the nearest star
Dreams shimmer in the dusk
Shake off the day's dust
Beckoning to you, and you must
Respond

Because what else can you do?
When the promise of distraction
The brief respite of delusion
The break from the everyday
Calls you towards it?

The nights are the real deal
Where else lies the appeal of a world
Away from the drudgery
Of monotony?

My nights are mine to revel in
They're for imagining and  dreaming
They're stripped of logical reasoning
My nights are for me
To hope that I'm the dream that he
Goes to bed to see.