Telepathy

A little whisper
around me
springs,
a wild fantasy

like jumping off a cliff into water
or
climbing up an unknown mountain in the countryside
and
I walk up to my kitchen table
to
gulp down some cold water
before
I take a deep breath, pacify my overflowing 'energies' and yearn
for
those kind words, that chatter-y tone
from
an 'old' someone
who
in his fatherly voice today

called me vivacious! :P

Water Images...

are bubbly
like life images
that are gawky,
revealing sundry, tawdry manifestations
under shimmering feeble lights.

I looked into myself
and smiled at that
image,
shaken by the swiftness of the waterflow around it,
and it smiled back
at me, surrounded by the waterflows around my eyeballs.

"Embrace me," said she,
"You'll have nothing to wipe off, against you or me,
No screws, no shrews, no soups to be in,
Sit back, reflect what comes along, virtue or sin!"
I wiped myself clean
looked through blinding steam
took a breath, 'hmmm', the aroma from my stove,
"its not soup i'm in," I said, "its that thing called love!":)

Paint Brush!

the smell of paint

caught me by my nasal buds
and watched - all eyes -
itself
sliding down my RBCs
in the wires of my veins.

And I walked, clean and fresh,
past the new, white door
painted to opacity
yet reflecting mirrors of my insides
that just had a white wash! :)

The Story!

It grows like fire on kerosene,
-----------------------------------------------the straight line of tally bars
collecting identically, one against another,
knocking off
----------------fives
----------------------in
-------------------------diagonal
-----------------------------------clashes

------------------------------------------------------------where
-----------------------------------------------'number' is a cluster of lines,
------------------------------------------------tying together, in bundles,
---------------------------------------------life's trivialities and imperatives,
-----------------------------------------in somewhat manageable cohesiveness!


PS
200th post this one (:)).
This space has been a life sustainer, quietly absorbing smaller stories of me and fusing them into something like a unified whole. Sentimental as it might sound, its been a lot about self discovery through a plethora of emotions - Obscurity Perplexity Absurdity Formidability Tenacity Complexity Juvenility Insecurity Passivity Circularity Eventuality and a range of inspirations. I can almost re-live each incident that happened to me as I re-read each post :).

So 200, I think propels some responsible conduct. Think I will have to organise the older posts now; will probably revisit each post and do the honours. Jogging down the memory lane maybe! :) :)

Finally, from something like two readers, we've seen quite a few visitors, some that started as regulars and drifted away, several who tested their patience and left (:)) and few who stayed and liked or criticised or looked around just for the heck of it :D...I've consulted, understood, sometimes given up on several...but, from my heart, thank you for sticking around, bearing with all the nonsense and witnessing my personal journey (or parts of it)!

PS - Jus happy! Cheers! :)

Reading between radium!

What would one expect from the story of a despondent, ill-fated soldier ridiculed by his Captain, derided by his doctor and cheated on by his wife? A familiar, conventional interplay of emotions, one would imagine…

And then, the characters appear, disappear, arrange and re-arrange themselves with menacing speed and swiftness. In their black clothing and painted faces, they split, cut, assemble and spin their only prop namely, chairs, into a myriad forms - the radium-laden chair is a jigsaw of deadly weapons, a well set cage, an operating table, a tower and a window that daunting faces look out of – leaving the audience awestruck, overwhelmed and in complete disbelief!

Sadari Movement Laboratory's Korean adaptation of the play, Woyseck, was menacingly magical, placidly perfect and by a long distance, beyond the ordinary! No dialogues needed, no voiceovers required…this is theatre that’s truly international! Bravo!

PS -
First time - publishing of any form of writing, mine...:)
http://www.thehindu.com/todays-paper/tp-features/tp-metroplus/article3818504.ece

Touch...

...breeze...
cheeks sticking out,
from lowered panes of the locomotive,
intense background score playing,
sucking in life,
absorbing each ounce of breath,
in each shakespearean ounce of flesh,
from you and me
and
scattering it all around like stars from cinematic magic wands
that appear
then disappear
between u and me
and me and you...

...boundary-less-ness...
engulfing all the day's fatigue,
from air that comes into air that goes
as we appear
then disappear
between earth and dream,
touch and feel...

...being...
in mere gazes
in lowered eyelids
in gleamy smiles
and simple steady levitating silence! :)

PS:
Kahin se kahin ko bhi aao bewajah chale,
Poochhe bina kisi se, hum milen,
Bandishen na rahi, koi baaki, tum ho...
Tum ho paas mere, saath mere ho
Tum yoooooon... :)

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! :)

Just being!

Throbbing eyes
yawning facial muscles
lazy smiles
fond rebuke
fake anger
peals of laughter
pitched back-n-forths
turns with chores
coffee making and coffee sipping and coffee breaking

serious talk and near serious talk
random banter
eyes in eyes
silent prayers
fondling shoulders
soft kisses
warm hugs
melting hearts
teary byes

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home is the only place that makes me feel at home
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In the swirl of breath...

...you're like that invisible particle,
unthinkably small,
upsettingly significant,
imaginarily existant,
cruelly pervasive,
menacingly impervious,
and
restlessly all around.

In the swirl of my breath,
you're the particle,
its speed, momentum, density, mass
and
everything around it...
around
me

Within u...

is an ingenuous embryo,
hard coded
in the muscles of your head,

waiting to translate,
from brain to pelvis,
the call from the world in the skies above -

the story of conception.

PS - I loved this http://www.ted.com/talks/alexander_tsiaras_conception_to_birth_visualized.html

In growing up...

i think i have beaten growing up.

i've traversed the silhouette of age,
that amoebaic figurine,
to come right back
to where I started.

In growing up,
today,
i just heaved a sigh of relief;

i'm more the child i was
than the adult i dread having become! :)

Whirlpools

...of my imagination,
sometimes start off with ridiculous conversations
when
i sit and yap away about things that are all around.

And then,
suddenly,
these existentials,
rise up from where they are
and whip themselves
in rhythmic concentric circles
with a zoom-zoom noise
and a silent hum.

Whirlpools of my imagination
touch me and absolute nothingness
and
connect the dots in between...

Catalyst

It flows in your bloodstream
and touches your skin
in bumpy layers
and connect-disconnect loops
as air massages your exposed self...

and then
goosebumps -
form
storm
grow
enclose
- heal
friction through friction.

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! :)

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!

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.

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!

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

Smile!

When the world seems small but your world seems big,
when you're looking for a reason but you cant find any,
when its a tale you're telling but you're also only a listener,
when you wanna sleep but you end up waiting,
when you don care if its right or wrong,
when you wanna talk loads but you're often speechless,
when what you want is beyond what u only want,
when you know you're writing nonsense on your blog but you cant help it,

when you're smiling all the time,
here there, and about every that and this,

you know its more than what you think it is!

Tranquilllllllllllllllllllll!!! :)

Threads of cold air seep into the expanding peripheries of my nostrils;

they weave through the vacuum
through my wind pipe
u
p
w
a
r
d
s
into that puckered mass of matter - the head
before falling like saving grace into my throbbing heart .

Between the lung, head and heart,
even the obvious obtuse is a right angle...



PS - A very comforting day today....despite the tiredness with sitting late in office and the struggle with getting back home (no autos), I'm pleasantly happy, calm and relaxed :)
.....I always told u guys - There's sumthing about these rains :)....Cheers :)