Chicken & Paneer

 

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Chicken: Heard of Queen Bee? Yeah, right! That’s me. I am loved by every person alive due to my mouth watering taste.

Paneer: FYI, not every person, ALMOST every person. I hope you know the difference. And look who’s talking of being alive. You value higher after death. Such a shame! Tch-tch!

Chicken: I create a legacy. I die a martyr’s death. I sacrifice my life so that my next generations will get a good life & a tasty death.

Paneer: I am surprised at your point of view. You really deserve to die and be served in forms of pakora, tandoori and what not. Huh, a martyr! The point is you can’t save yourself & others don’t want you to be alive & this “BEING A MARTYR” is just a reason to console yourself.

Chicken: You full-of-fat bitch! You got no rights to talk to me like that. I give immense pleasure & good night’s sleep to people. I am a martyr & a high-priced prostitute, which you can’t afford & you can’t digest my name & fame.

Paneer: About digestion, yes you also create more problems for people who eat you in excess for the so-called GREAT TASTE. Just like you, I also come in different sizes & tastes and I am glad that I ain’t a prostitute like you.

Chicken: You come in different sizes & taste but your demand is limited, may be decreasing steadily *tongue out*. And mine is ever rising since the first time people knew how SEXY I taste.

Paneer: Now you want to tell me about your sexiness! Please don’t bore me with your self-praises because they aren’t what you think/say. The world doesn’t need you & hence it is killing you. The world is selfish. I am also suffering & so are you. Hard to admit but it’s the naked truth.

Chicken: Can I speak my mind? This exact thought crossed my mind too. We’re no martyrs. We fulfill their purpose of good taste & hence we’re kept in the refrigerators & cooked well. We’re superior to them.

Paneer: Yes! They are the parasites because they feed on us. But in the end, we all gotta eat to survive. Remember the food chain & unfortunately, we fall in the beginning of it. Our bad luck.

Chicken: There there! It’s okay. We’re doing fine & I assure you if there comes an apocalypse and the whole human race is whitewashed, we’ll be the first to enjoy life on Earth again.

Paneer: And yes, we’ll make sure the tables will be turned & it will be us who eats them & not like the present times. Heard of Venus fly trap? We’ll name ourselves “Human Ego trap”. We’ll rule Earth.

Chicken: Pak-Pak! I am scared because I heard the owner unlocking the door and today is Friday, the day of non-veg. My time is over, I guess. See you on the other side friend.

*refrigerator door opens and chicken is dragged*
 
Paneer *sobbing*: See you on MONDAY!! Stay strong & don’t get extra fried or else it’ll be difficult for me to distinguish you.
*refrigerator door is slammed!*

I swear I tried..

As I see the

Tears from the sky

Fall on the surface

Of the earth

And mostly it

Brings joy to me

But today

I m Drenched and

Hollow and

Gloomy

Because

The past

Hindered with me

As I saw the scars

Again on her face

Her cute little face

Blood dripping from it

Her eyes blood red

She all scared

By not the scars

Because she can lie

But the scars won’t lie

They will scream

About the beatings

About the slaps

About the torture

About the violence

About the victory

Of that fucking SOB

Because she chose to lie

She chose to stay mum

She chose to love him

She chose to forgive him

And by doing this

She chose Death

Not the easy soothing & immediate one

But a more grievous

Day-by-day one

And God help her with

Her slow poison death

And I tried

I swear I tried

To help her

To stop him

And it did stop

But it was just

A matter of days

And the ritual has

Again started

And its more fierce

As if the days off

Are being paid

With interest

And now all I can

Do to save my Angel

My mother

Is cry with her

And hope that

As the rain water

Gets washed into drains

Our tears will somehow

Find there way to peace

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