Tall grass grows like tall order
in one corner of this confined space.
There, amid the flora,
is a small, tiny cavity that
opens
into a spaceless dark hole.
If you spot a telescope,
bring it to me;
I'll blow up and show you the world of nothingness -
beautiful, refreshing, comforting,
lovely, lively and un-lonely
- through my proudly possessed astigmatic vision!
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Of desire!
incense fragrance
indulgence
acoustics exotics
magnetics
stormy steamy
blasphemy
conformance performance
disturbance
cold foretold
household
patronising annoying
destroying
platonic rhetoric
fantastic
nuance nonchalance
romance
quagmire perspire transpire admire
require
barbwire satire - desire!
indulgence
acoustics exotics
magnetics
stormy steamy
blasphemy
conformance performance
disturbance
cold foretold
household
patronising annoying
destroying
platonic rhetoric
fantastic
nuance nonchalance
romance
quagmire perspire transpire admire
require
barbwire satire - desire!
Monday, August 29, 2011
Stars....
....carve their bright holes in the all pervasive blanket
and weld their way through the thickness of night's cover,
like little, shining thoughts that circumambulate
within the nucleus of the mind,
they touch, appeal, connect, merge,
they whisper, convince, survey, argue;
like little dots of geometry, they merge into tangibility,
and like little drops of rain, they tell you the story
of
You and Me!
and weld their way through the thickness of night's cover,
like little, shining thoughts that circumambulate
within the nucleus of the mind,
they touch, appeal, connect, merge,
they whisper, convince, survey, argue;
like little dots of geometry, they merge into tangibility,
and like little drops of rain, they tell you the story
of
You and Me!
Saturday, August 27, 2011
An Era!
From me to the cosmos,
you've translated
the nothing that I am
into the slightly more than nothing that I think I've now become...
Like storms that stir up millions of particles
and transport them from below to slightly above
and
like peace that settles into injured lungs,
hurt on account of grief/anger/betrayal/overwhelming joy,
you've cleansed me, held me, gathered me -
from the million pieces that I am-
you've helped me look within when I really couldnt look 'without';
you've helped me -
say the unsaid
feel the unfelt and
do the undone -
from me to you - this is sheer heartfelt gratitude! :)
PS -
To my blog on my 100th blogpost! (blushing...well! I'm a nice shade of crimson now...and yes, I am taking a bow :):))....Thank You all for being there! :)
you've translated
the nothing that I am
into the slightly more than nothing that I think I've now become...
Like storms that stir up millions of particles
and transport them from below to slightly above
and
like peace that settles into injured lungs,
hurt on account of grief/anger/betrayal/overwhelming joy,
you've cleansed me, held me, gathered me -
from the million pieces that I am-
you've helped me look within when I really couldnt look 'without';
you've helped me -
say the unsaid
feel the unfelt and
do the undone -
from me to you - this is sheer heartfelt gratitude! :)
PS -
To my blog on my 100th blogpost! (blushing...well! I'm a nice shade of crimson now...and yes, I am taking a bow :):))....Thank You all for being there! :)
Friday, August 26, 2011
Earthworms...
...butt their heads out
and as if too contained in the strong fragrance of wet sand,
they wiggle their way out into the open
to face in-the-face thundering, earth shattering pelting;
as they get beaten in their slimy stomachs,
they whine and cry unaudible in the roaring rains.
tomorrow,
when I see those moist roads,
I see also, those earthworms,
that wiggle past me
in their new strong forms,
like snakes that have shrunk
or snakes that are slowly growing big!
and as if too contained in the strong fragrance of wet sand,
they wiggle their way out into the open
to face in-the-face thundering, earth shattering pelting;
as they get beaten in their slimy stomachs,
they whine and cry unaudible in the roaring rains.
tomorrow,
when I see those moist roads,
I see also, those earthworms,
that wiggle past me
in their new strong forms,
like snakes that have shrunk
or snakes that are slowly growing big!
In your memories....
there is a light spot of bother...
I see you you see me
I soak you you soak me
You breathe the air that I do, from where I do,
You creep into the stars of the sky and drift away to someplace you know or want to know.
I hear you say what you said when you were here to hear me
I clean up your thinking and roll down a clean napkin on the floor of your head
I sweep it gently, neatly and carefully -
before I sweep myself away, gently.
In the many many of your memories,
I spot bother beyond bother!
I see you you see me
I soak you you soak me
You breathe the air that I do, from where I do,
You creep into the stars of the sky and drift away to someplace you know or want to know.
I hear you say what you said when you were here to hear me
I clean up your thinking and roll down a clean napkin on the floor of your head
I sweep it gently, neatly and carefully -
before I sweep myself away, gently.
In the many many of your memories,
I spot bother beyond bother!
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Enough!
I think I've had
enough
of the good
and the not so good.
whatever,
the dancing phase doesnt end,
however,
starry signs might have some meaning.
I don need to know any meaning.
I've had enough of it in the lack of it!
enough
of the good
and the not so good.
whatever,
the dancing phase doesnt end,
however,
starry signs might have some meaning.
I don need to know any meaning.
I've had enough of it in the lack of it!
Sunday, August 21, 2011
In between...
Between a
this
and a
that,
there's a this and a that.
Between that there's another this intercepted by another that with a this embedded inside a that and so on....
As you look at the long line
of this's and that's,
there,
right there,
at the center,
there is a this and a that
together,
united,
as one, nameless entity!
this
and a
that,
there's a this and a that.
Between that there's another this intercepted by another that with a this embedded inside a that and so on....
As you look at the long line
of this's and that's,
there,
right there,
at the center,
there is a this and a that
together,
united,
as one, nameless entity!
'I' Crisis!
Sometimes I think
of this and that,
read each little thing from end to end
and in my thinking,
I wonder,
what am I at the heart of it all-
anything?
everything?
or nothing?
So when I think of this and that,
I dont know if
I'm this
or
that.
Beyond me!
Like dreams?
I do.
In my reality, I make a dream
and in that dream, I let go of the real world
and like a painting,
I colour my horizons -
with turquoise on the edges,
deep white in the center,
tinges of black and beige contrasting all over -
all within the vibrance of a crimson silhouette!
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Reconnected...to mumbai....:)
indifferent people
eye-less contact
open skies
moist air
relentless stories
flying flies
noisy showers
noisy streets
noisy surroundings
soothing smiles
tired whys
teary byes
living lives
places warm
memory storm -
a certain calm...
- with a picture beyond descriptive capability -
Bombay is Bombay!
eye-less contact
open skies
moist air
relentless stories
flying flies
noisy showers
noisy streets
noisy surroundings
soothing smiles
tired whys
teary byes
living lives
places warm
memory storm -
a certain calm...
- with a picture beyond descriptive capability -
Bombay is Bombay!
Assignments!
How's the idea of having to do some godforesaken assignments on your much awaited and treasured weekends? And all this after you've 'graduated' from a premier b school of the country!
I find it irritating, despicable, unreasonable and at the end of it, totally embarrassing!
I find it irritating, despicable, unreasonable and at the end of it, totally embarrassing!
Friday, August 19, 2011
Wings!
Like eyes that expand into coagulated air
and nostrils that throb outwards before taking the unmistakable breath,
my arms reach out outside of reach,
they stretch and tighten
and shiver through the wind
as i learn how to fly!
and nostrils that throb outwards before taking the unmistakable breath,
my arms reach out outside of reach,
they stretch and tighten
and shiver through the wind
as i learn how to fly!
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Still....
a snigger in the dark
a whiff
whine
scheming sighs
sounds sprain
cause migrane
a still voiceover
a silent makeover.
Listen -
its the same humming bee on your ear!
Monday, August 15, 2011
Perspective...
sometimes
its all like the protected cover
of half boiled milk
sometimes
its all broken off
like the layerless cream that gets poured into curd
how promiscous is the difference
how clever the mechanics
at the end of the day
its all in the perspective of the heat under it
its all like the protected cover
of half boiled milk
sometimes
its all broken off
like the layerless cream that gets poured into curd
how promiscous is the difference
how clever the mechanics
at the end of the day
its all in the perspective of the heat under it
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Tu bole
There's something about the contradictory notes of this song!
Plus, the lyrics say that what I'm saying is what you're saying....in a nice way....
So I really like it! :)
In Delhi...
between the metro stations of arrival and departure,
there're spots of orange and golden and amber
that light up the horizons (and more) of your living.
They---- ------lead
-----------you
----------------to
the window of culture that gathers missing parts of you
and through the drops of rain that trickle down from the heavens above,
they bind these parts onto you
one by one, piece by piece
In Delhi...
every big road leads to some place small.
In Delhi...
today I found my Bangalore.
there're spots of orange and golden and amber
that light up the horizons (and more) of your living.
They---- ------lead
-----------you
----------------to
the window of culture that gathers missing parts of you
and through the drops of rain that trickle down from the heavens above,
they bind these parts onto you
one by one, piece by piece
In Delhi...
every big road leads to some place small.
In Delhi...
today I found my Bangalore.
Friday, August 12, 2011
As you like it!
Paraphrase
the language of the beat
and that would cause the ripple in your wrist.
Beat
the language in the paraphrasing
and its all wristy handshakes and greetings.
Mind
your head and protect ur heart
as i would like you to like it!
the language of the beat
and that would cause the ripple in your wrist.
Beat
the language in the paraphrasing
and its all wristy handshakes and greetings.
Mind
your head and protect ur heart
as i would like you to like it!
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Late Nights!
haughty eyelids fight each other
as melody scoops in towards them in
two directions
from the ears
and as they resist each other,
a battle begins
beneath
them-
cold gazing,
muscle wrenching,
nausea fighting and
heavy breathing -
between blood cells, there's bloodshed!
as melody scoops in towards them in
two directions
from the ears
and as they resist each other,
a battle begins
beneath
them-
cold gazing,
muscle wrenching,
nausea fighting and
heavy breathing -
between blood cells, there's bloodshed!
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Nostalgia!
Colours on the high mountain of thought
seep into the roots through the surface of reality....
....and each time,
I turn
and return
to that part of me that knows
the turns and returns
of lonely togetherness
from each other
with each other!
seep into the roots through the surface of reality....
....and each time,
I turn
and return
to that part of me that knows
the turns and returns
of lonely togetherness
from each other
with each other!
In my garden....
there's a lil shrub that yields
green
clean
leaves;
there're bees that swarm next to it, near it,
though not on it,
in it they leave a hum
of a deep piano-ish dong that gets stuck in the supersonic confines of a closed room.
In my garden,
leaves bloom like flowers
and spaces sing along and echo -
between the highs and lows of silence.
green
clean
leaves;
there're bees that swarm next to it, near it,
though not on it,
in it they leave a hum
of a deep piano-ish dong that gets stuck in the supersonic confines of a closed room.
In my garden,
leaves bloom like flowers
and spaces sing along and echo -
between the highs and lows of silence.
Monday, August 8, 2011
To excitement!!
you rush in like fire ignited with balls of light
from some dark space inside me
and from there you spring up and release your temper
into each cell of my white head;
you make a storm of my wrinkleless face, churn my muscles, tamper with my heart, coagulate the blood in my north.
Excitement -
in shades of pink and scarlet and red and carmine and cherry and crimson -
you flavour my existence!
from some dark space inside me
and from there you spring up and release your temper
into each cell of my white head;
you make a storm of my wrinkleless face, churn my muscles, tamper with my heart, coagulate the blood in my north.
Excitement -
in shades of pink and scarlet and red and carmine and cherry and crimson -
you flavour my existence!
Sunday, August 7, 2011
When you're here...
...I'll see my eyes reflecting you from the range in front of me
and like electric current you will create a U below my nose above my chin
and between the body and mind and you and me,
I'll see you in my envisioned space
through the eyes that reflect you from the range within me!
Between you and me lies the eternity of future
that I see in
each minute of my present!
For me!
Crossing millions of roads and then crossing
across
each one of those - one by one, step by step -
thats what I do to justify aptitude -
for myself...
and between each movement,
when there's a stopover -
I halt,
I breathe,
I fill
myself with life through oxygen....
but its the pause that has this amazing throughput -
from air to thought,
from thought to heart beat,
from heartbeat to breathlessness and
from breathlessness to air again...
and between each transition,
I sense,
I see,
I savour
myself in myself for myself!
PS -
After a long time, when I get time to jus be, I'm thrilled, feel at ease and I go -
gungunaati hai ye hawayein, gungunaata hai gagan,
ga raha haiiiiii ye saara aalammmm,
zooobie doooooobie parammmmm pummm!! :P
across
each one of those - one by one, step by step -
thats what I do to justify aptitude -
for myself...
and between each movement,
when there's a stopover -
I halt,
I breathe,
I fill
myself with life through oxygen....
but its the pause that has this amazing throughput -
from air to thought,
from thought to heart beat,
from heartbeat to breathlessness and
from breathlessness to air again...
and between each transition,
I sense,
I see,
I savour
myself in myself for myself!
PS -
After a long time, when I get time to jus be, I'm thrilled, feel at ease and I go -
gungunaati hai ye hawayein, gungunaata hai gagan,
ga raha haiiiiii ye saara aalammmm,
zooobie doooooobie parammmmm pummm!! :P
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Of drowsiness and me!
Seeming lethargy in the room under a rainless sky like
a small cloud dry and waiting, hovering along
a largish ocean like a still blue, infected, formidable body embedded in
the land around it standing flat, brown, dusty and cemented and running through
millions of land bodies under
thousands of millions of legs moving hastily to somewhere like
an office or a phone booth or a school, grad, post grad or otherwise in order to make
enough to fend for comfortable living with a hall and a sofa and
some seamless lethargy under clear blue skies!
a small cloud dry and waiting, hovering along
a largish ocean like a still blue, infected, formidable body embedded in
the land around it standing flat, brown, dusty and cemented and running through
millions of land bodies under
thousands of millions of legs moving hastily to somewhere like
an office or a phone booth or a school, grad, post grad or otherwise in order to make
enough to fend for comfortable living with a hall and a sofa and
some seamless lethargy under clear blue skies!
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Discoveries
Corrosive textures reassure me. They kinda initiate me to real things.
There's nothing really unexpected about them.
They're crass, they're rough and they induce aversion.
But they don sit on the fence, watch you with those stony eyes and wait for you to blink.
Corrosive textures are plain, simple and nice!
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Weary!
Sombre mood-Gleamy eyes-Fast food-Innocent whys
Hasty pace-Equanimous face-Cursive gaze-Kinky ways
Constant thoughts-Approving nods-Gentle Knocks
Between you and me,
there's a world that will not change...
So between you and me,
why should we? lets be the same?
PS - When 24hours seem too less, you're guilty of not making enough time for important things....but the fatigue kinda helps you forget the guilt also! :)
Hasty pace-Equanimous face-Cursive gaze-Kinky ways
Constant thoughts-Approving nods-Gentle Knocks
Between you and me,
there's a world that will not change...
So between you and me,
why should we? lets be the same?
PS - When 24hours seem too less, you're guilty of not making enough time for important things....but the fatigue kinda helps you forget the guilt also! :)
Monday, August 1, 2011
Truing Up!
Silent eyes beneath a silent sheath
grow pale as seasons season them.
In the yellow that covers the white sides,
sunflowers bloom
mangoes thrive
and
the mind moves, is moved and
stays
in the eternity of motion!
grow pale as seasons season them.
In the yellow that covers the white sides,
sunflowers bloom
mangoes thrive
and
the mind moves, is moved and
stays
in the eternity of motion!
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