May Be...

This is a world of yellow pages.

Wandering souls wade across wandering thoughts in wandering lands
wondering
where they could stay in peace
forever.

Strong willed identifiables place bets on where what could move
like
-how what might grow and to what
-what troups could win in world's matches and when
-when the undefeatables would crash and where
-where wandering souls could stay in peace
  forever.

For ever
is actually a may Be,
Almost like a contrl+F and Replace function
(where letter 'case' matters)
in this world of yellow pages
where wandering souls could stay in peace
maybe?
where wandering souls
may Be!

Solitude...

yawns in the calm of the night's whisky like blanket,
gentle yet brisk,
steady yet wavy
like the curve of the crescent moon,
a smiley,
with rough edges and benign stature...

it swims at times,
actionlessly,
as meaninglessly as in sincerity,
as distinctly as in 'situation's' perplexing dichotomy,
as pristinely as in hurried devotion,
as eerily as in thought's piercing gaze...

like a white swan in some waterland,
where movement is stillness in motion...

The Midnight and The Masala!

I made a silly pitch, seriously this night,
when Mary Midnight came to me and picked a fight,
"Oh, useless!" she yelled, "where's the regular jazz and jive?"
"Whats this silly powerpoint? you really need a life!"
I sat like a lost, hopeless creature and made a face,
"I need two square meals, no? Sigh, I rest my case!"

"Oh yes you do!" she mocked and scoffed,
"Do you eat them well at least? go detox!"
"From a crazy foodie (at least oily food!) and a mad food craver,
today, you think of work and only beaver,
get some health, eat some fresh fruit,
vent your misery, make it a conduit."

"Alright" I sighed and tip toed here and there,
half dreamy, half dead, finding pace but ill prepared,
But I came and sat with twinking eyes,
and opened the bag of chips, all calm and wise;
for 5min I chomped away with Masala as good company,
and ignored Mary Midnight's yelling and noisy cacophony.

"Stop", I said finally, and broke open a tender coconut,
emptied its contents and resisted all "but, but, but",
"Midnight, my dear, I'm done for the day,
Its time for you to rest, so pl will you go away?
I'm an obedient lass, and as you insisted, I did jive,
Be happy no, I also jus managed to get some life!

Sit back and lets assess all stocks,
that was some ayyo, some cheek, some oily food and tender coconut on the rocks,
a good recipe, a great piece of writing,
with a finish, this nail biting?
I think I hit the nail right on the head,
by making each reader scream and want me beheaded,
But in my defense, all neat, strong and perfect,
Reader Madam and Sir, its 2.20 am! What did u expect???!!!"

PS - Dont kill me pl...kinda needed my quota of cheap thrills for the day...err night...err  past-night....tata and good night!!!

Like the good, olden days! :)

So it was back to watching tv at home after a long long time this weekend and I cant help but blog about the shows that kept me completely entertained and how (I was a pure, shudh couch potato for 2 days!):

1. DID Little Masters - we're back to talking about kids...now the moot question is - exactly what do i say???!!! Those dance moves, that flexibility, those unbelievable expressions and the sheer cheek in the answers...I mean wot're they made of...I always told u - the kids of today are crazy crazy smart...(sigh!) (scared!)...But the show's brilliant and an absolute treat for sore eyes! :)

2. Jo jeeta wohi superstar - this is like a music (singing) show where I think winners from the old reality music shows compete. But the episodes I watched had like (a) some'raaga' based theme and (b) a devotional special theme...very very nice...reconnected with some old tracks (satyam shivam sundaram) and relived some new age numbers (kun faya kun) all brilliantly sung.

3. Gadget Guru - I'm not a gadget freak n all but I like this show coz it talks simple, basic stuff that even I can understand. Add to it, the fact that I'm kinda a big fan of Mr. Chandra (think I was tongue tied and overawed the first time I saw him live...yesss I did see him live...like onceee :)), I really liked this episode on ultra books n all...not that I'll buy one but well thats just the illogical/ignorant consumer in me; I generally don buy stuff thats got anything to do with technology, I leverage my connections, what're they for !

4. Highway on my plate - one of the few things thats being talked about on this blog for the second time. Rocky and Mayur, these guys are simply simply awesome! The show covered eateries in Pune this time and I, as usual, was left hungry :(...but watching my favourite channel of all time and my fav fav show again after sooooo long - wow - that was a goooood feeling!

All in all, fantastic stuff...ate a lot...lazed around a lot...did lotsa other nonsense also...so happy happy and content with the weekend that was! Hope you guys had fun too! :)

Love!

Is a firefly in the garden and its pitch dark.

It treads the uneven path and glows in undreamy parts.
It connects what you can see with what you cant and fixes what you want from what you have.
It wades around with tenacity and strength with fears none and dears all.

With that small stream of light, it discovers,
its world
within the world
and makes a small home in some dark, cozy corner.

Yes...love is that firefly in that garden where its pitch dark!

PS -
Hulchul hui, zara shor hua, dil chor hua, teri orr hua,
Aisi chale jab hawa, ishq hua re hua!

The Temple Bell!

Up some twenty steps,
a humble pause, I take,
and there,
before the centripetal force,

O bell, you dawn,

standing like a robust curvature,
secreting within you millions and millions of chords -

ailing patients' near-n-dear ones,
cupid-struck-lost-eyed dejects,
strong-willed-meditators,
the meek-surenderrers,
thieves-who-share, theives-who-confess,
the happy celebrators,
the frustrated rejects,
the aimless for the sheer experience of being there,
conformists as part of their routine,
rebels out of contempt,
dreamers with serious hope;

misters, sirs, bosses, mesdames, mistresses, nobodys and un-namables -

you hear them all alike, take their sounds, wrap them around you and beat yourself to a homogeneous dong...dongs...millions of dongs...swallowing each individual song...one by one...

we hang in there too, just like you do!

Madness...

is a furious bull let loose into the arena
where bull fights are excitedly witnessed.

Its a scene for the masses,
a passtime for the aristocratic
and plain shame for the bourgeois.

Sometimes,
there are those peculiar ones
- in some intersection, right above -
that soak/seep into the psyche of this style,
looking closely through the lumbering lion-like lines,
riding and revelling in each of its riveting 'rage' repulses,
burning and blistering in the breathlessness of each offensive bout.

Madness, to some, is life's fiery bull and to some others, just serious bull!

Anxiety...

like a swarm of mosquitos,
in groups of ten somethings
in ugly tempo travellers stuck
in un-retreat-able traffic jams
on rainy evenings,

perches gently onto the valleys/crescents of your body
and tests blood as the nearby doctor would with his syringe,
sucking in thin lines
the liquids sustaining your insides;

and as you frantically try saving yourself,
it spirals its way collectively around to
some other side of you,
oblivious to you,

enters your skull
and sits around it like Damien Hirst's diamonds
before powdering the crust,
making heaps of pure dust
that struggle for space, settle and accumulate
slowly overgrowing the environs of a tiny cerebrum!

Anger...

Screams like a widowed animal,
crying for a second chance;
driving spurts of sudden blood
up
__the spine,
d
o
w
n
the navel,
across each curve of the intestine,
as if tonnes and tonnes of explosives
in a ventless enclosure
have suddenly caught fire
and are tearing down
each particle around their persistent vicinity,
ruthlessly,
mercilessly,
remorselessly,
one by one, two by two, hundreds by hundreds,
with each passing moment,
fast, steady, focussed, cogent,
in pain, worry, hunger, betrayal, embarrassment, shame, distress,

crushing

the cravical bone, its thereabouts
strongly, firmly, gruffly,

as hands shiver, feet paddle and body runs completely dry.

Fury is nokia's snake (game) that kills prey, grows big and eats itself!

Question...

the obvious and question the obvious question.

Coz that question may be a question
mark
that marks
a whole clean form
and
beginnings of a new era
unpleasant viscera
cautious opera...

highs and lows
from notes of pain and pure pleasure
pure pain and pleasure
pressure

question
the thought that questions...