Amusing (poem)

When I checked the thesaurus
I was bemused
It's amusing that amusing
Has got a new meaning
Oh! why not
When petty amusements
Have turned their lives
Into amusing
It's good to term amusement
As entertainment,
And amused
As laughing and happy;
Only if one doesn't ask
Who is the clown?
However, they forgot
To erase the epytemology
Old french amuser
To stupefy.

To be or not to be or to just be

                                           photograph © Vijeta Dahiya

They say The world is a stage

And all the men and women merely players

My absence won’t leave a void

Since my parts are dispensable and unlayered

Moreover, not able to do justice

To my part with requisite hypnotic attention,

With a riddle someone asked me

Swimming in my head as a distraction

So if you won’t disapprove

I would slouch in the seat for the audience

Watching the smoke rings

Of my cigarette smiling at the pretense

Of your stage which led

To the saddening riddle - To be or not to be

The question presses too far

Let me just be for some time in my reverie.

Food and happiness

Gross and strange as it might sound, particularly while referring to ideal definitions of happiness, but the truth that I have realized over the past few weeks is that I find it so hard to continue being sad after having a well-stuffed stomach, neither empty nor overfull. So whenever blues take hold of me and if there are not many a shoulders around to lean on, I go out to eat good food even if I don't feel like eating. Vice-versa, it's so difficult to be totally happy on an empty stomach.

Eating food is, after all, not so mundane and gross as I thought it was.