Friday, July 13, 2012

Oasis

Sometimes in the dead of the night,
when darkenes shrouds everything in sight,
the chaos of daylight is yet to leave
I let the whispers of my heart
do all the talking.
And in moments as rare as
black pearl in an oyster
I find
I hear melodies
like someone just orchestrated
all that noise
that drowns my voice out
and clouds the insides of me
filling me with a music,
lending a whistle to my soul,
lifting that veil,
dissolving the mist,
till I can clearly see
All I need is some waking.

Hear a little less,
listen to it more,
so I can run the entire stretch of dunes
before me,
I can do all my walking.
Every now then
when the whispers grow louder
I should let them do all the talking.


Thursday, July 12, 2012

Rest in Peace

Walking past the rocks
leaving flowers
Picked from the very gardens
you planted and tended,
Waking me at times
with tender blossoms
as I looked on in wonder.
In blooms then
In disarray now.
In your memories
Buried 8 ft under.

No, this is not your grave.
Not this soil.
Not this ground.
Just the part of me
That is at peace
Because it knows
The whole of you
Is not here and
Will never be around.

Today that side
Of the bed when I woke
Was still made.
Everything still
And quiet.
Unsettling as it was
Not a sound.
My face all creases
From all night of crying
Into the pillow
You are not here
And will never be around.

You dint leave right.
There were no good byes.
You left me to find
my own closure
And answers to
All my why’s.
My anger and weeps
Sighs and hate.
Tended those gardens
Singeing everything in sight.
Till they all wilted and died,
And wiped it all clean,
Off the sullied slate.

I move my lips
And my soul sings
I open my heart
And they takes off
On these
new found wings.
Why remember
And be sad
When I can forget
And smile.
Lost in times
I lost count of.
It has been a while.
feels like a lifetime
but still,A while.

This very moment
Under these very skies
You may walk,
But you are as good dead
To me since the day
You stopped being nice.
And now that you are
No longer here
And will never be around
I shall sleep on the
Unmade bed all alone
Thankful , finally, for
I will sleep sound.





Saturday, May 12, 2012



Said they,
the eternal
Quest of man is to seek.
The truth. The new.
The reason for our being,
perhaps.
Yet mine ended the day
I had all for myself,
Why seek another world,
When I have you.

Of lies and
of all things old
I cherish dearly
that single moment
you wiped the past clean
of demons that
waged littler wars
in my head and my body
ridden with reminders,
of wounds and scars.
You became the reason to
start afresh,
A chance
so criminally rare
Accorded to so few.
You are my truth.
You are my new.

Bigger purposes.
Greater conquest.
For power. Or fame.
In glory and in shame.
The world has seen
Them all.
But none come close
To finding one’s true self
That’s willingly lost
in another soul.
In life and death.
Together or apart
In you my love,
My capricious soul
sleeps deep,
in a peaceful rest.

All my losses and
all that I lost
dint' go in vain.
For the only battle
That mattered,
I won you.
To you I bow
To you I surrender
Truly.
Unconditionally.
This lifetime.
And all of next
To you I bequest.
Wide awake in your love
I sleep, I sleep
in a peaceful rest.

Wish my love!



On a night as clear as tonight,

Under this spangled tapestry

Lying besides you,
Awash in all its moon lit glory
I wish you'd ask for the stars
Then I would borrow
and melt
Some of the radiance around
And bathe you in it.
But no beauty on earth
would match
The glint in my eyes
That's come to be forever
Each time there's a smile
On your lips and
that beautiful
face of yours all alight.
Just as my heart soars
at the sight of you.
Wish my love
For all our dreams to take flight.



I wish you ask for a song

Then I would make you an anklet
Of stolen sounds from
The rustling of leaves
And swish of the wind chimes
That breaks through this quiet.
I would read the words
On your lips, in your eyes,
Unspoken. Unsaid.
And all that is my heart
Whispering them softly
to you as you hum along.
Just as the each dying star
bring with it a little faith.
Wish my love
For us to forever,
in one another, belong.



I wish I had died because

Then it indeed would mean
I was in heaven.
Where else would an angel have
sought my hands, entwined,
as we walked on clouds.
I counted my blessings
On my fingers.
But my hands are full ,
with your love,
Nestled deep and tender
in the puddle of my palms.
Then there's you by
my side,inside.
And I counted eleven.
Just as I got my wish
Wish my love,
May all that your
Hearts's desire be granted.
Amen! Amen!

Friday, May 4, 2012

BlackOut Tales


The flicker caught my sleepy eye
half shut in the middle of a dream.
And I let a smile escape, a smug one,
as surreal as it may seem.

Like a happy child with
colored candies all licked,
lest you had to share and
a sound beating be risked.

And then the curve inverted
as the flame died.
The dying aroma 
of the scented candle
Lingering on,
in an abyss dark deep and wide.

Annoying,
like the ringing of an alarm
That's gone off,
just when your snooze
slid into deeper waters.
Bathed in serenity and
in the embrace of calm.

And the clock far enough,
out of reach
So you have to move an
inch onto colder sheets
When it has taken
all night of warming.
Like sand arts built
and swept off at the beach.

Now I wonder
of the rough territorial wars
That predators fight.
It's the sense of belonging and
what's yours
Not a question of might.

The want to keep it all
for yourself and to shield
wandering off will only
dilute the power you wield.

I won't light another match
And I sure as hell won't wake.
The buzzing suckers
can have a field day
I'll be the sloth and
won't even swat,
Those blood mongers can
Take the cherry
and while at it ,eat the cake.

I solemnly resolve to not
Relinquish .
My warm bed
And comfortably fluffy pillow.
A battle of will.
Even if it means my dreams are now
Black and white in the dark.
Like the night sky bereft of its moon
The hour is nearly up and
The power should be back.
Anytime.Soon.
I wish. I wish.

Monday, April 30, 2012

Rewind to Unwind: The magic of NOW


This was one of those moments that one wished stayed a little longer..like the lingering aroma from the emptied vase, like the crushed petals tucked away in between sheaves of paper..unread, unopened , layered thickly with dust. Until one day its chanced upon , drunk in nostalgia, delirious with yearning for times gone by, the mirror it holds reflect the memoir of our old selves.

You wished to live this moment a little longer, stretched to its capacity like the rubber band drawn with force in between those lithe fingers, unleashing harmless paper bits onto unsuspecting heads, now turning missile like, a weapon of choice, and upon the projectile finding its target -laughing uproariously.

One wished the moment remained as pure, drenched in innocence, dripping with simplicity like the time you saunter off at the beach like a million others, stooping to feel the lump beneath your feet and behold! An oyster. Pregnant with a pearl. The journey of a sand grain ending in your palms. The songs of the ocean humming in its shell. The tryst with a tempest etched in its designs. Held to light and marveled upon and maybe the resting on a slender ,delicate neck drawing admirations and envious looks alike.

Moments. The beholder of a story. A journey. A timeless tale. An epic. A tragedy. Of strings spun delicately, round and round into wondrous web , woven around a thought. Like the hands on the face of a clock awaiting it’s next tick , a story lurks just beneath each of these moments. A thousand words behind each curled lip as if waiting to be told.

So, what’s “special” in this godforsaken moment I am talking my head off about?

NOTHING.

This moment is just that…a moment of my life. Of a life well lived thus far. This moment is nothing out of ordinary than the next or the one that zipped by. Still it was a part of me. So , why does one pressure themselves into seeking that one special moment to do, to say or to celebrate? Why not NOW? What’s’ wrong with now? Too ordinary for your liking? Why obsess with something that’s yet to come?

If ‘feel’ had a reverse osmosis of its own , would it then rid one of all which feels bad and wrong? And leave us with just those wanting to be relived and rejoiced.

Like in movies, the excruciating and agonizing times when the giant pendulum is swinging between life and death, the protagonist before slipping away in an endless sleep experiences a slideshow of his life that’s melting away before he can reach it.

Now that I think of it I don’t know if such a .ppt session appeals to my mojo (considering I will be dead after that) , still, I would want to bell that cat in the bag and would want enough Kodak moments to feature in the ppt, if only to know which ones made the cut. After all, I am the director of my life. Surely, I get to wield the edit scissors in my very personal documentary. Right?

Instead of mopping around waiting for the day iPhone10 whips up inter galactic frenzy or when chips implanted in human brains emulate the workings of your own brain plus control those of others I would rather seek comfort in a happy today i.e. soon to be past tomorrow. I am tired of a world turning increasingly futuristic. And I am tired of the world which clamors on about doomsday and then is dismissive of it too, just like everything else. Too quick to write off. Too quick to let go. Too quick to replace.. Newer. Better. Faster. Smarter.
Frankly, me thinks the world is going the Benjamin Button way. Regressing.

The fastest of jets beating velocity of light and sound maybe. That won’t be of much use , would it , when the rivers run dry and oceans flood main lands?

Right now, in your head I am probably being categorized as ‘pessimist’, ‘escapist’ or some random adjective from that ilk. Or is it that you are far too creative, hyperactive, restless and eagerly anticipative of the next moment for my types.

While the NOW will soon be a thing of past, you NEW will just as well. Funny how a single vowel can bridge the vastness that lies between these extremes. So maybe it wouldn’t hurt to pause the constant ff mode and rewind. Will you make the time for it NOW? Maybe then you could discover color of water, sights of the winds, tastes of the flowers and smells of dreams.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

In the name of Valentine


It’s the time of the year,
Yet again.
Anticipated, indulgent
Longed or unrequited.
The very air’s breath
Smell of romance.
Love lost, love gained
Like a game it may sound,
 but for the
finder it’s a keeper.
The seeker of purest
intent wins
this game of chance.

 Like they prophesize and preach
That a heart’s one wish
- truest and deepest-
Is granted by the forces inside
and around the expanse.
Maybe one will be forgiven to
Not be in love and still be in love
With the idea of romance.

Flirtatious courting,
Crinkling laughter aside
the magic is spun
behind fluttering lashes,
and awkward, stolen glance.
While winter withers away
and spring engulfs us in its
warm embrace
May even the most stoic of heart
feel the urge to dress up
And while at it
do a little dance.

For once, ditch the cynicism
that exaggerated and glitzy
Modern day affection feed.
Let go the control you so love
To lord over life.
Let it run a course,
Uninhibited, unbridled,
And not shy away from aches
They shall undoubtedly breed.

Let the magic wash you over
And fate conspire
To unite two souls
A silent cheer to the
Cause of valentine
and the spirit of romance.
So, are you ready to give
love a chance?
And ask in earnest,
Will you be mine?