Pendulum

By Sarang Kawade

Joy. Anguish. Smile. Tears. Inspirations. Decadence. Love. Apathy. Peace. Chaos. Pendulumit is of life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Jan 15, 2014
• ISBN: 9781482814064

Sarang Kawade

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Pendulum

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Copyright © 2014 by Sarang Kawade.

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Contents

Hug Me, Bed. Err… Hug Me Bad.

The Blissful Touch

The Psycho

Brainville

Whisper in My Dream

Love Conquers Gadgets Too.

Stay Connected. Stay Insane.

Bold and Blind

Straight as a Curve

Peace is within

I Care You. So Take Love.

My God, Your God

Oh Thy Anger!

Bitch. Kinky Bitch.

Do.

Ram Habib Daler Joseph

Flight of a Bubble

Prayer is to serve

I’m Sorry!

Graffiti in the Lecture

No No Smoking

Come, Fly with Me.

Love Bursts Bubbles

Sneeze in the Sunshine

Pause for the Rainbow

The Loop

Somebody Please (D)Rape Me

Why Always Womaniya?

All I See is Black

Black Hole of Desire

Describe an Artist [6 marks]

Pervert and Purity

When Garbage Carried Love

If I’m Weird, then who’s Normal?

If Only? Oh, Zip It!

The Lost Soul

An Optimistic Cynic

The Sweep of Gratitude

Beat Boxing Poverty

Knock, Knock! Who’s this? It’s Love!

As Fair as Fairness Creams

One

The Candy Floss Smile

Burqa-clad Butterfly

Game of Domestic Violence

Barefoot Walk with Angels

Rapes, Cuts, Blood and Solace

I Love You, Father.

To my Parents

Don’t try – Charles Bukowski

Hug Me, Bed. Err… Hug Me Bad.

21 days remain. Rs. 2100 remains to be earned.

I need a bed to sleep. And it costs Rs. 3000, you see.

My day revolves around mocha, latte, cream and cappuccino.

I scold, curse, insult and blatantly mock my customers.

Wow! Did you really believe that? Oh, I was kidding!

It’s just a fantasy. Customers do that to me, day in, day out.

Anyway, 15 days remain. Rs. 1500 remains to be earned.

I need a bed to sleep. And it costs Rs. 3000, you see.

Fever tiptoed on my health last night. A shameful breach, I must say!

I couldn’t sleep for there was no bed.

I, wrapped in a blanket, kept humming, sitting on my rocking chair.

3 days of work lost, so were Rs. 300 and my sleep.

A bed could have certainly cured me earlier.

12 days remain. Rs. 1500 is the glum sum.

Scold, curse, insult and mock—motto of my customers.

But it’s okay. I need a bed to sleep. And you know the bed’s cost.

Look at the brighter side, pals.

6 days remain. Rs. 900 stares at me; the bed awaits my embrace.

I found a way out—overtime.

After 3 days of overtime, bed is within the sight.

Despite the loathing eyes of store owner, flooded with disbelief, I paid the advance for a new bed.

3 more days, Rs. 300 acquired and the bed would be mine.

8 hours of work stands between me, my sleep and by extension, the bed.

Scold, curse, insult and mock—motto of my customers, she didn’t follow.

The pretty young lady, who ordered a latte, was a pleasant exception.

All the same, all the same, I thought.

Because all I needed was a bed to sleep.

My eyes were tired, robbed mercilessly of sleep since a month now.

As a kind gesture, she hugged me. And I