Rajarshi says:- something I found on BDC’s blog. Here’s my rendition to it.

If I were a beginning, I would be:- death
If I were a month, I would be: -December
If I were a day of the week, I would be :– Thursday
If I were a time of day, I would be: - midnightIf I were a planet, I would be:-mars
If I were a season, I would be:- autumn
If I were a sea animal, I would be:- a seal
If I were a direction, I would be:-Parallel
If I were a piece of furniture, I would be:-a rocking chair
If I were a sin, I would be:- silent
If I were a liquid, I would be:- lifeblood
If I were a fraud, I would be:- me
If I were a gem, I would be:- emerald
If I were a tree, I would be:- yew
If I were a tool, I would be –a screwdriver
If I were a flower/plant, I would be:- tulip
If I were a kind of weather, I would be:- hay devil in fall
If I were a musical instrument, I would be:- a grand piano
If I were an animal, I would be:- Tiger
If I were an emotion, I would be:- mirth
If I were a vegetable, I would be:- corn
If I were a sound, I would be:- the surreal Himalayan breeze
If I were an element, I would be:- earth
If I were a car, I would be:- a cadillac
If I were a song, I would be:- MAROONED
If I were a food, I would be:- Mooger daal (err..difficult to translate…it’s a kind of a lentil)
If I were a place, I would be:- KOLKATA
If I were a material, I would be:-linen
If I were a taste, I would be:- sour
If I were a scent, I would be:- CD
If I were a religion, I would be:- opium
If I were a sentence, I would be:- your future depends on your dreams…so go off to sleep
If I were a body part, I would be:-the eyes.
If I were a facial expression, I would be:- laughter
If I were a subject in college, I would be:- urban folk and poetry of the 60s and 70s
If I were a shape, I would be:- a straight line
If I were a quantity, I would be:- Litre
If I were a colour, I would be:-black
If I were a thing, I would be:- dust
If I were a landmass, I would be:- hawaii
If I were a book, I would be:- anne frank’s diary
If I were a monument, I would be:-the Eiffel tower
If I were an artist, I would be:- rembrand
tIf I were a collection of poems, I would be:- panorama
If I were a landscape, I would be:- green valley(shimla)
If I were a watch, I would be.- the clock tower of BITS Pilani
If I were God, I would be:- a stupid kid with a magnifying glass
If I were a vowel, I would be: U
If I were a consonant, I would be: N
If I were a formula, I would be:- e=mc square( u know what…its wrong!!!)
If I were a Science, I would be:-chemistryIf I were a theory, I would be:- a Freudian slip
If I were a famous person, I would be.:- the most famous tragic hero you can think of
If I were an electronic equipment, I would be:- a cell phone
If I were sport, I would be:-Chess
If I were a movie, I would be:- saviour
If I were a cartoon, I would be:- calvin
If I were an explorer, I would be:- cortez
If I were a scientist, I would be:- a complete formula for judgement day
If I were a relation, I would be:- an achiever
If I were a river, I would be:- Mandakini( upper part of ganga)
If I were intoxication, I would be:- making every soul listen to Marooned
If I were alone, I would be:- I am scared of spending time with myself
If I were a question, then I would be:- how the hell did I escape alive?
If I were a hobby, I would be:- numismatics
If I were a habit, I would be:- attending every lecture everyday
If I were in an atom, I would be:- a meson( DO NOT DARE TO MAKE THE MISTAKE OF ASKING ME WHAT IT IS!!!!! )
If I were an end, I would be:- an embryo
If I were you, I would be:- jealous

Rajarshi says: flickering glimpses, that’s all…fire is satan’s only friend, the music is in tumultuous days…

Moon washed avenues and flickering nights,
Vignettes of laughter and dizzy dancing,
The frozen chocolate Cadillac…
Marooned in the insomniac sands,
The fragrance of ivy light every hope,
Hopes for the promised jazz…
Dare to dream?

Of different Deaths…

Rajarshi says: To all those died a brutal death for the sake of…love? No, for what they wished to believe but the world is not for those who wish to believe.

His maiden did not turn sixteen that day,
The headless lover silently broods.
The tower strikes twelve,
The silhouettes of leaves play their silent game on his headless body,
As plods through the voids of the night street,
The promise of love wafts,
Reminiscent of wildwood fays.
But the tower is relentless,
It now strikes ten…

The lover is now seated,
His body oozing bloody tears,

Ha, tears…
So many were shed on the black stallion’s night,
But the stallion had a rider, who had no mercy,
His maiden is now asleep,
He has lost his head.

The lover’s tears invokes another hero,
The yew trees shade him today,
Odin’s curse could not relieve him that day,
The tower strikes eight.
He crushed the thorny rose to fill his pen,
He wrote a bloody lyric.
He crouched, he cringed, he yelled out in pain,
But none was there to answer.

Only footsteps…
The tap-tap of a victory dance,
The dance of a carnivorous damsel,
The blessed damsel all in white,
Her grinning canines unfurled tales within,
Tales of deceit and laughter…

The hero cringes further…
The clock strikes twelve.