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By Anonym 19 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

Tonight I reject the world. Tonight, on this day of reckoning, when anger must be suppressed and revenge forgotten, I reconcile with my enemies and with the world.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

How beautiful it is to swim in the tank!” He said after a while. “The water is so serene. And yet, when one thinks of it, the sea is no less impressive, when a thousand billows beat against the earth and still do it no injury.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

I am a story-teller, even a story-teller of renown. May I add now that I am not much to look at? No, I am serious. My face is hideous. A look at me reminds one of a little finger – brown - enlarged to the proportions of a human body, wrapped two thirds down with a cloth about the loins, the entire frame resting on two wobbly knees. I was born bald and not a single strand of hair has ever sprouted on this miserable head. Think of me as a faceless man; in fact, I would rather you think of me as just a voice.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

Waves after waves broke on the boulder-lined banks, lashing and hollering, making a colossal display of restlessness and rage and resignation. He had dropped on his knees and prayed for a long time.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

Everything in real life leaves room for betrayal. Why shouldn’t love betray too?

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

It is said that haughtiness in either the poor or the unlearned is a wasted quality. On the other hand, this vice is becoming in the rich and the men of power.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

The lady laughed a little laugh and said, “A man with a strong body as yours is not capable of doing anything more than showing a few shiny pieces of cloth? Where is the obsession of the moth that hurtles itself into the flame out of devotion?” “Show me first the wick that burns itself to light the room, Ma’m?

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

He felt the terrible loneliness he normally felt only in dreams.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

I have undertaken something very big. I have dared to dream. And act. Sometimes I am not sure.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

I have squandered in one unintended jerk the string of pearls that was handed to me. And each pearl is lost in a dark corner that I knew not existed.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

He wrote about the five nobles who had returned to fight a thousand enemy soldiers. He, himself, had cut down one of them, “a young prince, even on the battlefield, his face showed the first blush of love … But there is no room for the lament. This is a warring land - the entire country, forever at war, its wealth strewn around for whoever is strong enough to grab it. Isn’t that why I too am here?

By Anonym 19 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

What is there to tell? She kept rolling out words and I kept listening.” “What did she say? What did you say?” “I could hear not a single word that she uttered. What did I say? I could say nothing. Friend! My senses and judgement, self-restraint, peace, my entire strength - all deserted me. I ran to her and stood before her with folded arms like a slave. O Jitaji, like the moth that flutters around the candle I offered my life as a sacrifice to her.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

The guests were strangers no longer. They hung out with the members of the party in groups of three and four, their arms thrown around each other’s shoulders, like close pals. They had broken bread together, shared the little details, the deep desires, some secrets of their lives, even their hopes and fears. What more was left between them? They were content.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

The hour was late, the beauty around him barbarous. The many scents brought by the air were toxic or sweet, depending on which way the gentle breeze blew. Sometimes the scents made his nostrils smart. He allowed them to embrace him. Joys of a wonderful nature arose in his heart. He loved his horse, its easy amble, the seductive night and the prying moon. God created the world, the wild, the horse, the breeze, man, birds and - love, and His consort at times agreed and at others did not. Gods played games. Even Gods played games. They fought too. Name a game that does not involve discord. He smiled at the thought.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

We have begun to experience a reciprocal pleasure in each other’s company, have we not? Come, come, Mehak! Accept it. Sages have said, “Love and musk cannot remain concealed.” You are as enamored of me as I am. Why don’t we get married?

By Anonym 20 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

Will you at least think about my offer? Give me your word you will.” “I must beg your pardon on that account too. I cannot give you my word. I consider the tongue to be the most sacred member of the whole body. If I give my word, it will become incumbent upon me to perform what I have promised.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

With her blazing fire she came to me and consumed fully the fluttering insect of frenzied love residing inside me.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

For the first time then I recognized that supremacy in our society came from one’s proximity to gold, not from mere excellence - 'If you come with me, what do you bring? If I come to you, what can you give me?

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

Gods must have had their reasons when they unleashed locusts on this earth; locusts, that in their happy numbers, infest a place and leave behind a trail of death and misery.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

Fortune is imagination’s whim, still must be pursued if one is to live his life’s worth.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

The night was dark and pregnant with mystical presences. It was fragrant, startled one with sudden cries and incited him with fear and awe. Still, in its blackness each man felt like a prince.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

The crescent moon in the sky appeared and disappeared between the branches and the thickets, or behind the playful diaphanous night clouds, like the jewel in the crown that shines or blurs according to the destiny of the empire.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

There are many things you will not understand now because you are just a child. Every year will reveal to you something new about what your role in the world is to be and the day you get the whole picture, you will be a young man, ready to live your life.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

I had known always that he was in love with her. Why did he just not say he loved her? He could have; to me. Was I not his best friend? Perhaps he knew that he was not worthy of her.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

The people who walked past her would not look her way or catch her eye, partly out of their regard for her, but mainly because they were unsure of the kind of reaction it would generate in them.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

He saw a woman, her face awash with misery, standing in front of him. She was holding a child in her arms and as soon as he looked up at her, she placed the child on his lap. Grief must have withheld her speech. Without saying a word she spread an open palm in front of him.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

Ah … woman! Always the same story. Why is it that your eyes are open, yet you see nothing?

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

I may appear despicable and a little withered, yet by reason of my knowledge and wisdom I outsoar most men who dot this world. Emperors and kings are astonished at my pleasing discourse and sweetness of the tongue.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

The bars of the window of this little cell have given me new knowledge that no land, rivers, forests - not mountains, no matter how beloved, can belong to any one. I had simply been foolish. Henceforward, even the number of breaths that I inhale is measured by another.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

I am famous now,’ she brags to me. She storms back into her house when I say nothing in return. I don’t know what to say to her. Only men can be famous. Look at Baba-jan! He is famous and my good mother can only be good, never famous.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

You could not love me for I am a man with a hideous face, but what baffles me is that you cared nought for the fact that my thoughts are not inelegant?

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

If, then, I had a pen at hand, I could capture that moment in two lines in the Vasantatilaka meter – my meter of preference. But scenes such as these have an ephemeral quality. You capture them as you experience them after which they are gone.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

He had thought enough during the day. The time for thinking was now over. Thoughts tortured and in paradise one sought only pleasure.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

The minds of men intoxicated with power are fickle.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

I have been thrown in this dark room. Shall I blame unruly fate or the haughtiness of the rich for plucking me from my place in the summit to be left to wither for the remaining days of my curtailed life?

By Anonym 18 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

She was not indifferent to him. He knew well how the sweet, little flame that she transported around as she labored and wore herself out, had a habit of growing to a conflagration in his months’ long absence; one that revealed itself at the end of the long first day of their return, when he could finally spread himself on his bed atop the terrace alone under the gaze of the stars in the heaven. Tiptoeing up, she too would join him by his side, throwing quickly her leg and her arm around him, taking him in her tight clasp. She would turn into a magician and he’d willingly let his queen play magic on his body. Turning, then, on his side he would tear open the front of her clothes, like a man removes the lid of his chest of valued treasures and a whole sweet universe would open to him. His heart was wedged between the two daggers of her eyes and in this life at least, he was stitched, body and soul, to her.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

Do you know I have lost my heart to you?” His voice rustled like starched silk when trampled upon. “I am losing my sleep as well. And when sleep does come, I dream only of you.” He murmured.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

My friend, meaning to respond to her questions, I raved some words at someone and gaped at another and all the while the lady stood elsewhere. This morning, in reality your friend stood there overcome with silliness. So I told myself, “It’s time you take your leave, My Dear!” And when I turned around and tottered my way outwards, at her door, I fell down like a crumbling wall.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

Many old men from the nearby circles were rising with their quilts to retire in their tents. Sleep was the final cure for most problems.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

She wraps him with her flirtatious song - full of hints – then follows it with an ode in which with slow posturing she upbraids him, curses him, implores him, then finally adjures him with desperate wringing of her hands.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

Gopal here tells me of your plans to go abroad. This wanderlust in the bright young men of our land is a curse for the rest of us.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

He was led by the girl to a courtyard that gave off a lavish look. Such was the grace of the place that it would have been demeaned if a common traveler were to find shelter here.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

I cannot explain how it all happened, Father. I know only that now I want to be with her.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

The mellow flame of their love was prepared to turn to a raging fire. Separation was not an option for them.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

Slid into the folds of all my tales, in furtive whispers, would also be my highest, most esteemed thoughts. History will be kinder to me then, kinder than you have ever been to me.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

It all happened when he saw that rich man’s daughter - his senses forsook him - and to impress the father he set out for foreign lands to become rich himself. Of course in the meantime the girl was engaged to be married to another man. Why must tales of love be sweet for folks like us?

By Anonym 17 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

Mehak, I know of a place where the king is great and in his reign the peasant is happy, the treasury full, the army satisfied and the poor content. There is such peace and plenty in that place, when you visit the people in their homes, the decorated doorways arch around you like a beautiful embrace. There are no doors at the entrances of the homes of these welcoming people, Mehak, my dearest! Every day there feels like a day of festival. And, day or night, wayfarers clink their gold playfully in their hands as they walk, be it over the plains or through woods. We can rule that kingdom, if you come with me. The only thing that is different there is the currency of the land. It is not gold. It is flowers.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

Only now he was on his way to finally meet her and this time to remain with her till death tore them apart. Firangia’s feet were unmoored from the land, he walked in the air and flew towards the moon. A lady roamed there and with open arms waited to welcome him.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

I sent word to my love-crazed brother, informing him of the news of the wedding of his beloved and reminding him that this love is a hollow emotion – is gilt, not gold - and the so-called beloveds, faithless people, and that his efforts must henceforth be directed towards worthier objects. But there is an inborn antagonism between love and reason, Sirs?

By Anonym 15 Sep

Mukta Singh-zocchi

A host of tutelary deities must be waiting upon her on all sides, for her performance displayed perfection. Her appearance had thrown magic upon us. Her dance held us all in thrall.