Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Myths around a Myth
trying to love you/
every time you say/
you don't need me to/
trying to love you/
every time you turn away/
from me/
people pass by/
they stare intently/
trying to understand/
what i am trying to do/
they shrug and say/
if this is what it takes/
then this is what it takes/
to rise again/
he must descend/
though it may seem/
like insanity/
i turn around/
momentarily disgusted/
momentarily distracted/
at their absurdity/
and then i get back to/
trying to love you/
every time you turn away/
from me/
those passing by/
turn around shrug and whisper/
Sisyphus is happy/
every time you say/
you don't need me to/
trying to love you/
every time you turn away/
from me/
people pass by/
they stare intently/
trying to understand/
what i am trying to do/
they shrug and say/
if this is what it takes/
then this is what it takes/
to rise again/
he must descend/
though it may seem/
like insanity/
i turn around/
momentarily disgusted/
momentarily distracted/
at their absurdity/
and then i get back to/
trying to love you/
every time you turn away/
from me/
those passing by/
turn around shrug and whisper/
Sisyphus is happy/
Monday, February 27, 2012
inking monsoon
These are winter days,
with cold places,
and colder deserted ways.
But the season of the sun,
shall soon show,
decorating the dark corners,
with a golden halo.
But i await the summer,
only because after it,
the rains shall follow.
And when the sky opens up,
i hope it pours,
i hope it pours like never before.
For that is when, i know,
you sit by your window,
and look at the world outside,
and summon the one living inside.
and i hope,
that you dip,
yourself to the brim,
and soak up every drop of rain,
and make it your ink,
and pen down every word,
you have held within.
I shall wait,
for those monsoon days,
which quench,
as well as stoke your desires.
I shall wait,
for those monsoon days,
when to write,
is all you need.
I shall wait,
for those monsoon days,
which make me,
want to read.
If only,
you would,
let me read.
with cold places,
and colder deserted ways.
But the season of the sun,
shall soon show,
decorating the dark corners,
with a golden halo.
But i await the summer,
only because after it,
the rains shall follow.
And when the sky opens up,
i hope it pours,
i hope it pours like never before.
For that is when, i know,
you sit by your window,
and look at the world outside,
and summon the one living inside.
and i hope,
that you dip,
yourself to the brim,
and soak up every drop of rain,
and make it your ink,
and pen down every word,
you have held within.
I shall wait,
for those monsoon days,
which quench,
as well as stoke your desires.
I shall wait,
for those monsoon days,
when to write,
is all you need.
I shall wait,
for those monsoon days,
which make me,
want to read.
If only,
you would,
let me read.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
the book reading
your scars/
my book/
the one i read/
lying on my bed/
besides my night lamp/
the one that i shall never rush/
the one that i shall never close/
the one that i shall never put down/
upon my nightstand/
the one that i shall never/
turn my back upon/
and go to sleep/
your scars/
my book/
the one that i promise to read/
day and night/
from start to finish/
and then start all over again/
your scars/
my book/
the one that i promise to read/
and not a single blank space/
and not a single pause/
will i miss/
your scars/
my book/
i read/
and i read/
and i read/
my book/
the one i read/
lying on my bed/
besides my night lamp/
the one that i shall never rush/
the one that i shall never close/
the one that i shall never put down/
upon my nightstand/
the one that i shall never/
turn my back upon/
and go to sleep/
your scars/
my book/
the one that i promise to read/
day and night/
from start to finish/
and then start all over again/
your scars/
my book/
the one that i promise to read/
and not a single blank space/
and not a single pause/
will i miss/
your scars/
my book/
i read/
and i read/
and i read/
never forget to remember
i shall try and never forget/
the difference between/
the moment and me/
i shall try and always remember/
that when you got/
dreamy eyed and smiled/
that one time/
you were into the moment/
and not so much into me/
so that i can dispel/
the delusion/
that the sway in your movement/
the second time and the one after that/
and the one after that/
was due to the magic of the moment/
and not so much due to my presence/
i shall try and realize this/
for all future references/
so that i never mistake/
the moment with me/
so that i can see/
as you can see/
always only the moment/
and never just me/
so that i can be/
as you can be/
always into the moment/
and not so much into me/
the difference between/
the moment and me/
i shall try and always remember/
that when you got/
dreamy eyed and smiled/
that one time/
you were into the moment/
and not so much into me/
so that i can dispel/
the delusion/
that the sway in your movement/
the second time and the one after that/
and the one after that/
was due to the magic of the moment/
and not so much due to my presence/
i shall try and realize this/
for all future references/
so that i never mistake/
the moment with me/
so that i can see/
as you can see/
always only the moment/
and never just me/
so that i can be/
as you can be/
always into the moment/
and not so much into me/
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
words, write or wrong.
i have learnt my lesson/
i have, before, spoken too much/
and said too little/
i have learnt my lesson/
i have, before, said too much/
and meant so little/
i have learnt my lesson/
all the things i mean to say/
i write them down in a letter/
and tear it down/
if i still feel the need/
to put together/
those torn down words/
i write another/
if not, i look at the torn letter/
and say/
never again. never/
i have learnt my lesson/
this is an honest away/
the only way/
to know for sure/
that every word/
i commit to by proclaiming/
i mean/
and every word/
that i would never utter/
to them/
i was equally committed too/
i have, before, spoken too much/
and said too little/
i have learnt my lesson/
i have, before, said too much/
and meant so little/
i have learnt my lesson/
all the things i mean to say/
i write them down in a letter/
and tear it down/
if i still feel the need/
to put together/
those torn down words/
i write another/
if not, i look at the torn letter/
and say/
never again. never/
i have learnt my lesson/
this is an honest away/
the only way/
to know for sure/
that every word/
i commit to by proclaiming/
i mean/
and every word/
that i would never utter/
to them/
i was equally committed too/
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
celebration
you feel like christmas
and the colourful lights
wrapped around the evergreen tree
you feel like christmas
and the gentle flakes of snow
falling drifting from the sky
you feel like christmas
and the comforting fireplace
home to the ambers as they glow
you feel like christmas
and like the joy and happiness
the laughter and the warmth
you are christmas
for me you are
the one that i celebrate everday
you are christmas
the one that makes me want to
celebrate being me everyday
and the colourful lights
wrapped around the evergreen tree
you feel like christmas
and the gentle flakes of snow
falling drifting from the sky
you feel like christmas
and the comforting fireplace
home to the ambers as they glow
you feel like christmas
and like the joy and happiness
the laughter and the warmth
you are christmas
for me you are
the one that i celebrate everday
you are christmas
the one that makes me want to
celebrate being me everyday
Monday, February 13, 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
eons captured by sand
i wrote something down
on the sands
of these golden shores
they laughed at me
when they saw me do this
they said it wouldn't stay
things written on sand
die an early death
like most promises
i paid no heed
i wrote what i had to
once finished
i stood aside
and smiled
they laughed harder
i don't blame them
they did not know
what i knew
i sat down
next to my words
and waited for it
the biggest wave of them all
i waited for it
when even the birds
had returned home
i stayed
it finally came
at sunset
prince like
wearing a white shape-shifting crown
on its head
i stepped aside
it read them
consumed them
gathered them
with two hands
they were gone
without a trace
taken by a force
with no face
i slept satisfied
at the very same spot
the following morrow
the ones that had laughed the loudest
arrived
and saw a clean slate
we told you they said
we told you they repeated
you were bound to lose
loose words like these
if you wanted them immortalized
you should have etched them
on the tips of the pyramids
that wouldn't have been right
not at all
i said
they would have blown away
from the tops
of the palaces of the resting Pharaohs
don't you see
i did give them eternity
for they came to me
while watching the sea
and their last wish was
within it to be
'take me into thy womb
for on these foreign shores
i feel forsaken'
the words had spelt
by being washed away
by being swept away
their last wish
their only wish
had, indeed, been met
on the sands
of these golden shores
they laughed at me
when they saw me do this
they said it wouldn't stay
things written on sand
die an early death
like most promises
i paid no heed
i wrote what i had to
once finished
i stood aside
and smiled
they laughed harder
i don't blame them
they did not know
what i knew
i sat down
next to my words
and waited for it
the biggest wave of them all
i waited for it
when even the birds
had returned home
i stayed
it finally came
at sunset
prince like
wearing a white shape-shifting crown
on its head
i stepped aside
it read them
consumed them
gathered them
with two hands
they were gone
without a trace
taken by a force
with no face
i slept satisfied
at the very same spot
the following morrow
the ones that had laughed the loudest
arrived
and saw a clean slate
we told you they said
we told you they repeated
you were bound to lose
loose words like these
if you wanted them immortalized
you should have etched them
on the tips of the pyramids
that wouldn't have been right
not at all
i said
they would have blown away
from the tops
of the palaces of the resting Pharaohs
don't you see
i did give them eternity
for they came to me
while watching the sea
and their last wish was
within it to be
'take me into thy womb
for on these foreign shores
i feel forsaken'
the words had spelt
by being washed away
by being swept away
their last wish
their only wish
had, indeed, been met
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
A-bridged
life, as we know it,
lies on two sides of the bridge,
the easy choice, would be,
to stand in between,
but that doesn't really help,
does it?
you know it doesn't.
if you intend to live life,
you have got to choose,
a side that you truly,
believe in.
standing in between,
leaves you, just there,
standing in between.
as life, for only you,
on either side,
stands still.
and life, for only you,
flows away beneath,
in a stream of blue.
walk over,
cross over,
to your side of the life.
jump into,
dive into,
the depths of your life.
that are yours,
to be taken,
to be lived,
to be laughed,
to be magnified.
try living,
the life you chose.
that way,
atleast you tried.
or live a life,
neither here,
nor there,
indecisive,
in between.
lies on two sides of the bridge,
the easy choice, would be,
to stand in between,
but that doesn't really help,
does it?
you know it doesn't.
if you intend to live life,
you have got to choose,
a side that you truly,
believe in.
standing in between,
leaves you, just there,
standing in between.
as life, for only you,
on either side,
stands still.
and life, for only you,
flows away beneath,
in a stream of blue.
walk over,
cross over,
to your side of the life.
jump into,
dive into,
the depths of your life.
that are yours,
to be taken,
to be lived,
to be laughed,
to be magnified.
try living,
the life you chose.
that way,
atleast you tried.
or live a life,
neither here,
nor there,
indecisive,
in between.
Friday, February 3, 2012
state of affairs
hey you
you armchair activist
with spindly legs
and rubber fists
i see you frown
with dissatisfaction
at the state of affairs
but all i see you doing
is getting red-eyed
from your smart phone's glare
you thumb away
at the keypad
arming your words
with hastags
and ending your sentences
with weak multiple
exclamation marks
question marks
quotes and unquotes
falling back
on irrelevant references
on misinterpreted
historical contexts
while you sit back
and scratch your scrotum
under the pretext
of feigned concern and worry
that the world is nearing doom
in a hurry
change the world
as your message to the world
you type
a thousand comments and likes
fueling the false hype
you, a peacock with the air of a raccoon
something needs to be done
something needs to be done
something needs to be done
soon
or else
all is lost
you grind your teeth
and form a community
of followers
who bring in, add, attract
even more followers
happy, satisfied, you are
witnessing your tribe swell
as sitting on your lazyboy
you yell
Mom can you please
get me some more coffee
and some ginger bread
and oh
could you please
take the dog out for walk
and yes the cat needs to be fed too
hey you
you armchair activist
with spindly legs
and rubber fists
i see you frown
with dissatisfaction
at the state of affairs
but all i see you doing
is getting red-eyed
from your smart phone's glare
you thumb away
at the keypad
arming your words
with hastags
and ending your sentences
with weak multiple
exclamation marks
question marks
quotes and unquotes
falling back
on irrelevant references
on misinterpreted
historical contexts
while you sit back
and scratch your scrotum
under the pretext
of feigned concern and worry
that the world is nearing doom
in a hurry
change the world
as your message to the world
you type
a thousand comments and likes
fueling the false hype
you, a peacock with the air of a raccoon
something needs to be done
something needs to be done
something needs to be done
soon
or else
all is lost
you grind your teeth
and form a community
of followers
who bring in, add, attract
even more followers
happy, satisfied, you are
witnessing your tribe swell
as sitting on your lazyboy
you yell
Mom can you please
get me some more coffee
and some ginger bread
and oh
could you please
take the dog out for walk
and yes the cat needs to be fed too
hey you
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
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