Krishna Kumar Chaturvedi Poetry
Chirag delhi Genre:Romantic
New delhi Word count:25000
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TALE OF MR.X
By
KRISHNA KUMAR CHATURVEDI
Synopsis:-
There is a romantic love story of Mr.X who is very different kind of person. He is always busy in either his work or smoking and drinking. He never thinks himself a deserving person to fall in love with some lady. He is not so handsome, just fair and well. His friends always make critic on to him to make a girlfriend before he will die.
One day a phone call comes and his life starts getting change from that day.
The call is unexpected and unknown and at that time when he is full in state of drunkenness. He is in the mood of finishing whole bottle of whisky alone.
It is from a girl whom he doesn’t know but as days pass he falls in love with the same girl. This poem tells you how it becomes and how it lasts for a lifelong of Mr. X.
It’s a romantic love story which passes through various stages-some sweet and some sour experience of life.
ONE
Phone rings,
And he looks on the screen,
He may or may not,
Know from where it is,
Coming,
Wants to connects someone unwanted,
In between,
The dinner and hard drink,
But he looks continues,
To deny that ring,
On screen till it gets disconnect,
And again,
Starts making drinks,
Little large this time,
May be,
Because of the interruption,
Of phone call,
Looks little screwed,
As somebody steals his drink.
He touches,
The large shot of drink,
To his lips,
And again,
Phone starts getting ring,
Just looks on the screen,
With one eye open,
And one close,
To be sure,
Is it the same?
Or somebody else,
From other end,
And finds the same number,
That is still unknown.
Oh crap who the hell,
God even don't leave me,
Peaceful,
At,
My dinner table,
He picks the phone,
After,
Finishing the drink,
At one sips,
In hurry,
And the time is,
Of to shock him,
He just,
Holds the phone,
At his ear and,
His mouth is open,
He shakes his head,
As the state of drunkenness,
Is all gone.
To control himself,
And understand the words.
It's not his father,
At other end,
Or it's not his mother,
At other end,
It's not even his girlfriend,
That he has not found,
Till now,
That he needs to be,
Conscious,
To listen that phone,
Then who the hell,
Is this a call?
From god,
Who wants to deliver?
His lifetime wish,
Or a devil,
Who wants to see him?
In the hell right away,
Why he looks steady,
And loose all his state,
Of drunkenness.
TWO
Hello………,
A sweet voice comes,
From other end,
Of a girl seems sweet too,
As her voice,
And this is the first call,
Of any of girl,
Ever in his life,
He is shocked,
Shakes his body,
And probably hard to,
Hold the phone in his hand,
Stands up from the chair,
Leaves the dinner table,
Separates the whiskey glass,
From his lips,
And pushes out,
A cold breath from,
His nostrils.
Yes…………….,
After a long wait,
From other end,
He breaks the silence,
May I know mam?
Who is this?
It seems,
You have dialed a wrong number,
May you please check it?
And confirm me,
I have my good memory,
To not having any friend,
In girls,
What is the number?
You have dialed mam?
Sorry to disturb you,
Mr.X,
I am sure I haven't dialed wrong,
And I am sure,
You know me very well,
A soft voice comes,
From the other end,
I am sorry,
I call you this time,
Might you are busy in some work,
Or in some daily work,
But I am forced to call you,
By my heart and mind,
After looking everywhere,
And not be able to find,
Some other options,
If you are busy at this moment,
I am going to put down,
My cell to make sure,
You get your peace of mind,
And no disturbance in your work.
Wait wait ………..,
Mr. X replies,
But still he is clueless,
What matter is all about?
Asks with his all gathered guts,
And tries to make his tone soft,
As he smells,
There is very shy girl,
At the other end,
And he makes an image,
Of an innocent fellow in second of time,
What is the problem?
With you my dear!!
And how may I help you,
Just tell me without fear,
I am very grateful,
If you find me to hear,
Your any problem or pain,
I could change their gear.
Not too much or so important,
But wants to check,
Where about my beloved??
He has given your number,
To contact in any emergency,
I am trying his cell,
But he is not picking up,
Just wants to check with you,
That everything is fine,
We both had some word,
In the morning today,
And from that moment,
I am trying to connect him,
But at every call,
I left blank and clueless,
May you please let me talk?
To him for a minute,
I may just pray you,
But cannot force you,
To make me connect with him,
If you are nearby him,
It’s all up to you,
I may just request you.
THREE
Mr.X is still surprised,
Wants To know who is she?
Trying to connect with a lady,
Of sweet voice and personality,
Whom he might familiar to,
But doesn’t find any clue,
He asks politely to that sweet lady,
I am sorry sweet lady,
But I am still confused,
On your sudden existence,
At this night,
May I know who exactly you are?
Or to whom I may relate you?
The voice from the other end,
Talks with little shy again,
In similar soft way,
As she started at the beginning,
I am sorry again and again,
To disturb you,
In such a worst condition,
I couldn't do anything,
Rather to make a Call to you,
Mr.x,
Let me introduce myself,
I am the girlfriend,
Of your close and loving friend,
And who is your room mate too,
And works at similar place,
Where you do.
Ah! My goodness,
It’s you really,
I have heard a lot of you,
And of your kindness,
That is seen here today,
Are true indeed,
He is not wrong,
Talks about you only every moment,
And I am jealous,
But he is right,
Ok let it be,
Tell me what you want from me,
I make you sure to help out,
And then,
Mr x is satisfied of the phone call,
Is not wrong,
Has some really urgent demand,
Of time and situation,
And the state of drunkenness is gone,
For someone purpose,
He is happy for now,
That his all drinks sacrifice,
To help somebody who is very sweet.
The voice from other end speaks,
To Mr.x,
To let me connect with my beloved,
Who is not available from morning.
For some disputes,
Have happened at morning today,
Please deliver my words,
To him, wherever he is,
It is just too much,
And need to pass over now,
Mr x replies in affirmation,
To pass the words,
Of that lady as soon as possible,
And phone disconnects then.
He puts down the cell too,
He feels an unseen energy in him,
Smells and feels good,
First time in his life,
That is totally different from,
The state of his routine drunkenness,
His body is shaking badly,
As he is not able to hold,
His lovely cigarette between his fingers,
He moves away from there,
And stands at balcony,
With the bottle of whiskey,
That is still needs to be finish,
As scheduled,
Today only and can’t be carry forwarded,
For the next day.
FOUR
He burns the cigarette again,
With more enthusiasm this time,
And starts pouring scotch in glass,
While standing in the balcony,
Looking out there,
In wide black cold sky,
Breeze air touches his head,
And he refuses that cold,
With cigarette and whisky.
No matter what is the weather out there.
He is warm from inside,
A hot wave is spreading out,
To make everything hot,
And burn all unwanted thoughts,
Of future and past,
To have only lovely thoughts,
Of imaginations that are cooking,
In his mind right away.
He doesn't know when he finishes,
A whole large bottle of whiskey,
In the thoughts between the thoughts,
Of that phone call,
This is first the time,
When drinking of whole bottle,
There is no sign of the state of drunkenness,
It’s absolutely blank.
There is human a nature,
To imagines lot of things,
That is even no evidence to happen,
Why? To make self satisfied or,
To make the mind confused of things,
And follow the heart by saying,
It always leads towards good,
But the truth is of different kind,
That is not always in favour,
Sometimes leads to a very dangerous path,
And the place where is more darkness,
Than the light of hope,
And at the edge of ruining the life,
Where start mourning on the decisions,
Take because the heart says,
But the time is already gone,
To remade it and there is nothing,
But the mourning left with.
And the thoughts of what all did in past,
And then come back to the herd,
Of own thoughts and the dreams,
Made up in those days.
Anyway who bothers of all?
Of future thoughts what are still in the lap of future,
He just wants to enjoy,
The current moment of excitements,
And the pink thoughts of attraction,
What will happen?
Will happen for sure,
And why he should care for that,
What are in state of suspense to happen,
Why he should ruin the happiness?
In suspense of happening of bad things,
It may be good too,
Or bad is always inevitable,
And nothing worse would be happen,
More than his current living stander,
That is a big question mark in front of him,
And even he is not sure,
Of his way and direction of life,
That he will reach at right place,
At the end of the journey,
So why he should care of all that negative thoughts,
Those stop him to move forward,
And think forward,
After all he has to reach the same place,
Either thinks positive or negative,
But there are a more chances to be happy,
And excited life if takes it positive,
Leaving the thoughts of probability,
Probability leads to probability only,
Not to a solid destination.
FIVE
Next day,
Hangover, hangover, and hangover,
Shaking his body like an earthquake everywhere,
Everything looks double and triple,
Mr.X talks to himself,
What the hell is going on with me?
Am I drunk three bottles last night?
I am not in my control,
And moves to the dining hall,
To be sure what was happened last night?
But it was not more than usual drink,
Just a full bottle and few buds of cigarettes,
Nothing more than daily schedule,
But the hangover is more than the usual,
He decides to take a shower first,
To wash out the alcoholic presence in his body,
But what of those that are in his mind?
That may not be washed out anyway,
For at least the whole day today,
It seems like.
He moves forward to take a shower,
And comes back after half an hour,
Now he looks little fresh than earlier,
He moves to kitchen and makes a strong cup of coffee,
To reduce the percentage of alcohol presents in his stomach,
If any of his friends present there at that moment,
Definitely he would get some free advice,
On how to overcome hangover of last night,
Drink lemon soda, eat sour things, bla, bla,
But lucky he is alone,
And free to do whatever he wants to do,
Specially for his hangover,
And sometimes strong black coffee is good remedy of hangover,
Or a small pag of whisky is more effective in this situation,
But he is not in mood to take the second steps,
Or is forcefully bounded by his own needs,
To not take the second step right away,
Because he has to go on work,
It’s not off any more as yesterday,
Its working day and he is forced,
To go on work for his livelihood,
And for his dear hard drinks,
If he does not work, the drink would not be visible,
In his dining room,
No money, no friend, no drinks at all,
And there is no world even,
Without money it’s all vacant,
So intentionally or not intentionally,
He cannot drink whisky in morning today,
Just has to go with bitter sip of coffee,
And some slices of sandwich,
He looks to his roommate,
Sleeping in next room,
And usually does close shift,
A fat fellow and fat lazy too,
Believes in sleeping rather than working hard,
Because sometimes we get more than,
What we expect,
On the shake of luck and fortune,
And luck travels along with the hard work,
Plays such a real part in life,
We get what we don’t expect,
And don’t get what we are sure for,
This is some kind of secret game,
Plays by God to make it secret always,
Like a puzzle as the world is in real.
His friend is the live example of,
The luck and fortunes, exists,
He does nothing but let it go,
On his luck to be ripped time to time,
And its right said by some great person,
Anaconda doesn’t work,
But even then it gets a big meal,
Without moving some feet
From its own home to prey,
It knows that god never left anybody,
Without meal if given the stomach,
God is so kind to think of its all loving,
Gives something special to everybody,
To arrange the livelihood,
And if everybody finds that USP,
Given by god, will never be hungry,
Or without home,
That special quality attracts everything,
From the world to live luxurious life,
It’s kind of scent or fragrance,
That is gifted by God at the time of birth,
To everybody that nobody may blame,
To his manufacturer to play unfair game,
But the game is that how we search that quality,
And enjoy all the luxury,
And hidden treasure of world without doing anything,
This is the real knowledge,
And the secret of world,
That is known by very few people,
And those who comes to know it,
Becomes fat like anaconda,
And live the royal life like anaconda.
He is still sleeping, no matter whatever his roommate thinks,
And whatever the situation is around,
Because he knows the secret of happy life,
And the way how to enjoy every moment,
By letting go every work on tomorrow,
Because today is made to enjoy not to work,
Today is made to sleep not work,
SIX
Mr.X hits his roommate`s butt to wake up,
Hey man! Come on wake up,
I have something urgent to talk to you,
Please wake up for few minutes,
And pay attention what I want to say,
He doesn't move any way from his bed,
Just talk to me once wake up,
Or when I will be on work,
Mr X forces him to get up,
It’s urgent, just get up and listen,
It’s on the matter of your girlfriend,
She called me yesterday night,
After saying the name of his girlfriend,
He is sure that he would jump up from the bed,
But the reaction is totally different,
He becomes colder and colder,
To listen the name of his girlfriend,
And smiles on his friend,
Just leave; it’s not so urgent matter to discuss,
Right now sacrificing my precious sleep,
It’s not more important than being in the depth of dream,
And I am tired too,
You don’t know how much amount of work I did last night,
Let me not be exhausted and let me sleep,
And he turns to sleep again, Mr.X is blank.
Mr .X turns to the door and exists,
Move towards his office in hurry,
It’s already going to be late,
He walks fast to reach on time,
His office is just ten minutes walk from his residence,
But if he doesn’t reach there on time,
Might he would ask for some written explanation on it,
So he is at half walking half running kind of situation,
But there is not his feet are running,
But his mind too in the same speed,
And everybody knows the speed of thoughts,
Come in the mind, it cannot measure,
Whirlpool of thoughts and thoughts,
Why somebody don’t bother of sweet things,
Get from the universe to make happy,
And at other hand, some people are thirsty,
To get some sweet people around,
But they never get throughout the life,
That’s why universe always look like suspense,
To a common man who is not much literate,
To understand these hidden secrets in universe,
People get what they really don’t need,
Or they don’t care for those things at all,
But they never get what they want or care for,
And some people flourished with the luxury,
They are not capable to sustain for,
Ask to those who really dream something,
But the scarcity never ends for hunt,
And they never feel comfortable wherever they are,
The storm of questions always be in their mind,
And here the questions are too,
Which Mr.X is having in his loaded mind,
His soul is uncomfortable too,
He suspects on God's thinking and on his master plan,
Of overwhelming the gifts to people,
But he forgets that he is just reach at office,
With the stormed mind and a uncomfortable soul,
That hunts for an eternal peace,
Or some kind of consolation from someone,
To heal the mind and soul,
Otherwise it’s not possible to perform his job,
At hundred percent of his level,
What employers look for?
He forgets of his late reporting,
Ten minutes from what he has to be there,
Just enters in the office and his manager looks on him,
And the rain of questions started pouring on him,
Until his some innovative excuse,
That must be different from the previous excuses,
He tries to convince his manager,
But he is not in the mood of listening anything,
And why he should?
After looking on the activity done by his roommate last night,
He hands over a long handwritten manuscript,
That is written on the slip used in making guest bills,
A folded piece of white paper prints through the electronic printer,
He tries to understand what is written on the paper,
And why is it written while everything going well,
What happened with his roommate last night?
That he wrote such ridiculous things about his General Manager,
There is kind of frustration penned on the paper,
He might be frustrated with some kind of his own life,
But though he is not allowed to write these kinds of words,
As it may lead to the termination along with Mr.X,
But thanks to the manager who keeps this with him,
Because he loves both of them,
And all three are from same college,
So they get sympathy from the gentleman,
But not fully as he presents with an f4 size white paper,
And gives it to X with furious eyes,
Why is this white paper sir?
Mr.X asks eagerly,
He says put on the excuses and reasons why do you late on it?
And say sorry by promising not coming late again,
Mr.X still looking what is happening with him,
Is it true or some kind of dream going on?
Sir it’s only ten minutes late and I never be late,
You know my past how punctual I am!
It doesn’t matter you have to write explanation right now,
You have then choice to write or to leave from here,
But sir it will hamper my performance and my score card,
Is it not affect my career as you put it into my file,
It will my dear and you will get some lessons too,
It’s only to get you on right track,
Don’t argue with me just write and go on your work,
We are already late of half an hour,
And any time an audit may happen,
So write and go back to your station,
And one more thing just teach some etiquettes to your friends too,
To how to raise the concern if you have anything,
Not by writing things and paste to the manager’s office in night,
If you want to show your frustration,
Just encounter the person personally,
And dare to say in front of that person,
A right way to send your message is that only,
And you guys are going to be promoted very soon,
So you must show your maturity level,
You are graduate and don’t act as kids,
Mr.X takes the white paper and writes the explanation,
He doesn’t have option accept write the letter,
He gives to the manager and moves ahead with shaking head,
Not a good start of the day as he wished,
But no worries this day will pass too.
SEVEN
Mr.X is on his station,
With a large electric chicken fryer,
Full of oil at 150 degree temperature,
And he is busy in pouring the chicken pieces into the vat,
To cook it till crispiness comes out,
Lot of heat out there and inside him too,
Suddenly his phone beeped in his pocket,
It is a message beep,
He avoids assuming a message from service provider,
And again makes himself busy in work,
In dropping the chicken pieces into vat,
To achieve his day target as soon as possible,
That is given by his active manager,
Phone beeps again and it seems one more message arrival,
He finishes the dropping of chicken in hurry,
And put it down to hot oil till well cook,
Now he has some time of 10 minutes to check his phone,
He takes out his phone and unlocks the screen,
Two massages flashing on screen from an unknown number,
He tries to recognise the number,
And finds it is the same number,
From where he got a call last night,
Yes it is she; yes it is the same number,
But what she wants to tell me now,
His mind starts striking on what is going on,
He opens the messages with controlling his heart beat,
His body is shaking and seems phone may fall any time from his hand,
But he controls himself and cool down,
And opens the first message,
It is written…………………………………,
Hi…………………………………………..!
That’s all written in the first message,
And these two words leave him uncomfortable,
