You are a historian because you studied events to make sense of your uneventful life. You lost your father in the travails of war and throughout your life, you searched for the codes and nodes that could offer you a clue as to what you had lost with his death. You marked the places and went from one end of the earth to the other just to see what your father’s eyes had seen and felt. Now, when you hardly recognise faces or reality, you are a child of three score who searches for meaning out of a lost father’s found letters.
Tuesday, December 02, 2014
Friday, November 28, 2014
Broken
You have found each broken piece,
And fitted them perfectly well,
But are you sure you've found it all?
The deities of time and space,
The wise old ones are omniscient
Of dreams that have never breathed.
You are the best dream of all,
One that makes me smile everyday
In spite of the chains that bind me.
And fitted them perfectly well,
But are you sure you've found it all?
The deities of time and space,
The wise old ones are omniscient
Of dreams that have never breathed.
You are the best dream of all,
One that makes me smile everyday
In spite of the chains that bind me.
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Jigsaw Puzzle
In a shutter second the world moved;
The skies crashed and you dreamt
While I went on with whatever I was
Imbibed a very precious pinned lesson.
Your dreams taste of a world abandoned
Long ago and far away, a mythical bowl
Of tears and laughter, rain and sunshine
That pulled you back once again.
You and I were part of a whole picture
Two shots taken seconds apart in a crowd
One leaning against another’s shoulder
Home and heart against each other.
There are no trysts or sweet nothings
But two philosophers meet in thoughts.
Saturday, November 22, 2014
Home
Once there was a child
Who went home
With a song on his lips
So happy that others
Envied his happiness.
Once his glance fell on
A girl who dragged her
hated home
hated home
Throughout her life
That everyday was a drag
Of feet back home.
But she made a home
Wherever she was
Full of people to love
Talk and laugh and tease
A real home of love.
He without knowing all
Went to make a home
In her vacant heart
Has lost his song of joy
And happiness of heart.
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Blue bird
Yesterday, I saw a child
Doing what I
want to do
But cannot
do and smiled
It caught a
bluebird
With its
tiny hand
And spoke so
easily
The colour code
The colour code scheme of unity
At times the actions and words
Never match the intentions
And sadly we can agree.
The equal codes of blue we wore
On a day that matched an aim
Always trying to prove better
Than try to work together.
The colour code of yesterday
The colour code of today
The colour of tomorrow
Will be our shades of nature.
Sometimes it matches dreams
Sometimes it does not.
At times the actions and words
Never match the intentions
And sadly we can agree.
The equal codes of blue we wore
On a day that matched an aim
Always trying to prove better
Than try to work together.
The colour code of yesterday
The colour code of today
The colour of tomorrow
Will be our shades of nature.
Sometimes it matches dreams
Sometimes it does not.
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Pursuit of happiness
The purple riot began
And took root slowly.
Who would've thought
Who would've known
In the rear view mirror
It looks like spring again
It's snowing every morn
And melting by evening.
The beauty that returned
The songs that don't cease
One day sitting nearby
Feeling the full purple riot
The deep desire in your eyes
That sang to me whole night
The hand that almost reached
The purple riot in your heart.
And took root slowly.
Who would've thought
Who would've known
In the rear view mirror
It looks like spring again
It's snowing every morn
And melting by evening.
The beauty that returned
The songs that don't cease
One day sitting nearby
Feeling the full purple riot
The deep desire in your eyes
That sang to me whole night
The hand that almost reached
The purple riot in your heart.
Saturday, November 15, 2014
Beauty
Artemis and Athena
Walked in these corridors;
Until in your eyes
Aphrodite was wakened.
But all the gods are aware
Of this sea-change
That has brought nothing
But trouble and beauty.
Walked in these corridors;
Until in your eyes
Aphrodite was wakened.
But all the gods are aware
Of this sea-change
That has brought nothing
But trouble and beauty.
Darkness
The Sun feels unworthy
To be the source of light;
What ifs scream in its head.
You could fly and find a star
New, devoid of blemishes
Old scars or its reticence
Yet the Sun falls into darkness
When this daily mirroring
Doesn't happen as imagined.
To be the source of light;
What ifs scream in its head.
You could fly and find a star
New, devoid of blemishes
Old scars or its reticence
Yet the Sun falls into darkness
When this daily mirroring
Doesn't happen as imagined.
Fickle
A wall was built
Between two souls
That loved well.
But if I fly out
Of this maze
Everytime
This happens
What does it
Make me?
Between two souls
That loved well.
But if I fly out
Of this maze
Everytime
This happens
What does it
Make me?
Unreachable
The music of voice
Once tasted
And made forbidden
Desire of the moth for the star
Once tasted
And made forbidden
Desire of the moth for the star
Night for the morn
Is that what you are?
Is that what you are?
Monday, November 10, 2014
Apology
Who am I to give you dreams and then spread snow all over
them? No one would do that if they are in their right senses. But sometimes,
when nothing remains sacred anymore, there is a sense that comes with breaking
rules and running away from multitudes.
Now, the words themselves have lost meaning I guess from the
time I last uttered them; totally meaningless chatter full of nervous laughter
that doesn’t make much sense. May be the Gods are cruel because I am cruel to
you; or may be they are not.
Only time is judge as to the torture that I inflict on you
by giving dreams one day and spreading it with snow the next day. Words don’t
mean much do they, but let me say that I am sorry for all this mess that I make
everyday!
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Saturday, October 18, 2014
Closure
On this visit to my hometown, I was reminded of my last
visits as I walked across the River Green. The river looked like a huge sheet
of dirty green water while in my memory it was always a shiny green.
The last visits were on deaths; I never cried enough though
I was carrying a cross and stood brave among the wailing women. But this time,
though on a happy occasion, I felt the tears as they tumbled past on my return
journey.
What all things I cried for I have no clue, the wasted years
in search of a mirage, the lost opportunities, the life of strife and constant unpleasantness.
But it gave me clue to a puzzle: that you might become for me a mirage that I will
follow to destruction.
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Beauty
It’s a craterly moon
That gets up at night
Puts on some light BB
And steps out for you.
No luminous skin
Just some BB cream
That lasts through
The entire day
With kissable lips
From Maybelline
With dark eyes
From the same
It was a fool heart
That knew no joys
That put on all this
To walk around happy
There was no bloodsign
Of joy and desire
Only a broken heart
But only sore words.
But time healed words
And the moon steps
Bright and clear
For all eyes to see.
It’s just layers of paint
Painstakingly done
From BB, CC and DD
Not what you think
You are late my dear
As always to reach
For a craterly moon
Belongs to the sonne.
Friday, October 10, 2014
Prayer
Can’t still this crying heart
That cries along with an innocent,
One wronged, accidentally,
One who wears his heart on the sleeve.
This heart cries everyday, every moment
For I have sinned against an innocent,
One who hasn’t learnt the ways of the world
One who wears his heart on his sleeve.
For seven long years I have not prayed
Nor moved these lips to silent reverence,
Whatever religion was only for comfort,
Not since I lost love on the way.
A right signal read at the wrong time,
My dear, it was only an accident,
But one that showed a clear heart
Untainted by this world of false love.
Can’t bear to see your broken soul,
Your sad face and lost happiness,
That tortures me day and night, so
I take up my beads to pray once again.
Tuesday, September 02, 2014
Secret Passions
When I first saw you I thought you looked familiar but I couldn’t
place my finger on it. But in time, I remembered that it had something to do
with the songs in another time and space, though lost and gone. Your mannerisms
could bring back a secret passion for a quiet matter-of-fact friend. Without my
knowledge, summer turned to spring and heard a new music from your heart, one
that couldn’t understand nor could listen to without being led away from my
real world. So turn back, clench my fists and try hard not to let the enemy of
temptation enter my fortress. But the world around has not been blind either
for there are no secret passions anymore but only hearts that crumble with
every smile, real or fake.
Sunday, August 03, 2014
Adorable
You
are my reason to smile when all around life has become weary and tired. You worship
me like a goddess counting each and every one of my steps on the ground while I
rush past through the hustle and bustle of life. But in the toughest of these
times, I hold your love like a talisman close to my heart; looking at your
innocent ways to make me feel special, loved and cherished.
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Sunday, June 15, 2014
Friday, February 14, 2014
Love
I would have become a different person today had it not been
for you, with your insistence on the meaning of love. Like a fool, I danced to
your many tunes only to find you changed at the end of the journey. Our paths
have diverged and we no longer see eye to eye and in the midst of all this, a
giant wall has been constructed. You are no longer there for me and am no
longer there for you; the end of another true love story.
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Stories
In a way,
each story has the same kernel in it- our dreams, hopes and longing all lost
and found again- the fire and the smiles and the hopes that love kindles and
brings joy.
The stories
that we write are not what really happened or events that could really happen.
These come from an imagination that loves to wander and see what would have
happened if!
Sometimes, it
is sunshine and laughter outside; depends on the state of this mercurial soul.
The reality looms large taking everything away and sometimes giving blessings
unasked for.
Your stories
reveal the joy of finding happiness in new things, which are in fact, new ways
to name the old likes and loves while I harp on change and about moving on but
have stayed in the same year where I stopped learning.
Monday, January 27, 2014
Mistakes
You are my other; the one who helped me learn about life and
my own self. You might have changed shapes, names and faces but you have left
an imprint on my soul.
You called me sister and played with me beside the River
Green. Then with the passage of time, you became a stranger who loves new faces
and new sisters.
You called me love and entangled me in your passions and
broke my heart with the ease of throwing away a used paper cup into the
dustbin.
You called me mermaid and lured me into a whirlpool of
words; only to show how good you were at playing around with words.
You are a lesson, a mistake, may be a chapter that I cannot
forget, a face I cannot forget in spite of the years, in spite of all the
bitterness and happiness that has filled this soul.
You have taught me how to live, how to be and how to love;
the lessons are not bad as you can see for yourself.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Friday, January 10, 2014
Mentor
When I looked at the Christmas lights that
year
It’s your special message that I remembered,
Then I thought of choosing a right gift
for you
And couldn’t find anything good enough,
Then on advice from someone I thought wise
I gave you a diary with so many paintings…
Don’t know how you felt about it; free
gift
It was but my friend admonished me so much
But I guess it had nothing to do with my
gift
That you who were so dear went so far away
So far that you are more like a mirage
than real
More like the taste of dreams from
childhood.
I called you my mentor when you were around
Now eons later I still wonder if you liked
my gift.
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