I have reason to believe that no one bears a stone for a heart. The thought that makes you not want to give up on humanity.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Friday, March 22, 2013
Friday, March 15, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
"Your *e*** is not going to appreciate those who are true, is it?"
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Monday, November 12, 2012
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
to isles of light;
swings of the hand,
to the smoke of cigarettes;
eyes of anger,
to a sunken face;
nobody seems to be
a mirror of themselves.
Wrought by Buoyant forces,
we'll make Archimedes proud.
For Eliot prophesied that there never will be a time, after all.
For Isabella prays the cold, harsh days are but nightmares she can wake up from.
For this is just one life and nothing really matters at the end of the day. Who the heck selflessly cares for what happens to the dead, anyway?
Friday, October 26, 2012
When you apply paste on your toothbrush and realize the day is actually the night, you know that you've been vegetating. She can snap out, yea, but her faith wouldn't let her.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
So, what's it going to be like sipping green tea while overlooking the city from a window on the 50th floor of a building? Will there be time to consider the weather or the skies then?
Well, got to get there.
Friday, October 12, 2012
He who stands by strong enough to make her hold back her tears or he who stands away and lets her fall apart?
What's a woman to a man?
She who stands by strong enough as he learns life's hard lessons or she who runs away from him for his shortcomings?
Someone said/wants to and will say: "Before the world, I say, "I am sorry." And, I mean it from the brimming caverns of my eyes and soul."
The loneliness of a long distance runner.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Sure they are.
People care about you.
Sure they do.
How do people with so much spite sleep in peace? Or do they?
They are funny, the times we live in. I can use an app or a one line formula on excel to find out how many days i have lived in exact but somehow, these few minutes i don't feel like doing so.
May be we/I won't be flake someday.
May be We/I agree that We/I still do have control over our lives and our future.
Chippi irrukudu. Muthum irrukudu.
Pada pada nu irrukku, Rama.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Monday, September 17, 2012
There's got to be a weather to take it all.
Monday, September 3, 2012
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
...through certain half-deserted streets
The muttering retreats..
And indeed, there will be time
After the sunsets and the dooryards...
After the novels, after the teacups...
...white flannel trousers - you shall wear and walk upon the beach
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Monday, July 2, 2012
For rides in a hot air balloon.
Across clear and cloudy skies,
Above the oceans and deserts,
Close to the peaks of ice-capped mountains.
Grasslands, plain-lands, plateaus, volcanoes:
Everywhere, but through smoke-filled city heights.
Possible, you say?
There are wishes made for songs
to be sung
not by the original singers
or the music player, but by the one
who holds all the charm,
Friday, June 29, 2012
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Sunday, June 3, 2012
If only there were more time to have paused and thought, he wouldn't have run away from her; from his own shadow, like a cliché. And she wouldn't have had to sit alone in their once cosy balcony and gaze into the empty streets to while away time.
If only I had charms that would make them grow strong in their bond and happiness - Gosh, they sorely need some!
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
You think you should visit a temple before beginning the celebrations, and then understand you have to stall all plans as you are outright excluded from the life of the celebration's reason,
So was Tamara's astonishment and disappointment as she learned the kick-ass project she put her heart and soul into was decommissioned without notice.
She could hope for resurrection and for sense to becalm those behind the decision, but will it work? Does it have to be that way even?
Who will will to see her through?
Who cares about dichotomy or you, anyway?
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Thursday, April 12, 2012
pot-bellied, self-righteous ones,
perhaps even women,
the imposter kinds,
whom you smoke with,
who are more interested in your life,
(yes, they are, or so they say)
as they plan their next smoke,
and break with others like you.
Oh, you know well.. you know Selfish.
I pray, for the million unsaid prayers
I make before the next breath.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Sunday, March 4, 2012
For the mind can
travel farther than the feet
while swimming across
these seas of shores.
For the mind finds peace
in a sit-down by the sunken bench
during a summer that makes
an underwater park in Austria.
wading through the bridges and seats
in their tanks.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
I'm not supposed to. Ha.
Make life the outcome of bad decisions? allthedarntime? Opinions pasted on every post you want lean on. The everyones HAVE to have a say. It's going to be tough running away from any of this and the everyones.
Scary, like a plague. Eats the brain.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
this evening, there was time that I caught for myself amidst all the scurried travelling I had to do.
Nothing remarkable, the good ole beautiful full-moon, wafting right up there, seeming closer than the days of yore, not so white when I saw (looked like there was a pale brown translucent wrap around it) breathing those soothing rays, watching over many things. And in those few moments, I might have held on to promises I made, hopes I had and forgotten pains and these overwhelming times - I'm not too sure what happened as I closed my eyes for those precious few and opened them back to be able to see the moon and only it. It doesn't matter, does it? Simple, plain, shining through the night sky, as it has at the end of the lunar months for eons. Overwritten through songs and literature, made dense by philosophers, an easy muse of lovers, master of high tides and yet it lays a becalming charm upon those who spare a few moments to witness it in its full glory. The quirky celestial being.
Mayhaps I write this so one day when the skies go dark, on a moonless night, I could talk to my grandchildren of what moonbeams could do with the same ambiguity I have right now. No, I'm certainly not complaining :).
Monday, October 31, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
There's going to be time.
A picnic will be packed.
Montauk will be visited.
Dinner will be had
by the lighthouse.
None will be around.
But starfishes, turtles, pebbles, sand, and shells.
A seashell would be placed
Next to the right ear --
"Are the waves of the sea faster than their sound in the conch?"
Questions not answered,
Stars all over,
J.A.P. with hair parted from the side,
performing poems of poets on the beach.
Surreal and weathered,
A night of wonder.
Don't you see it?
- You have a valuable (fact) suggestion to make, there are 10,000 people who disagree and bring their own barefooted experience and then you end up responding to each of that (or you don't)
- You are in a tense situation, and there is at least one person who is there to intimidate and make you seem like a hopeless defensive (or you don't)
- You're being assessed for a subject/at work, and then you have one, two or three other heads who decide how to weigh you over the others, if they don't 'feel' you deserve a good score or you're not the ideal fit, you end up having to do all things possible to prove a point (or you don't)
- If the clients are not happy, you take reactionary measures to straighten things up and can't show them what else you can do (or you don't)
Can't you break away from the crap that's doled out to you each day? Why, why, is it so hard for someone to try and show others what they can be? What's the idea behind dominating someone or a situation, anyway? Taking the lead is different, but dominating?
I'm no saint, yes, I've unconsciously made these mistakes as the 'thems' I refer to, too - with the same unconscious or unintended insensitivity they are allowed (note - yes, I am being defensive; makes you happy?). But at least my heart bleeds that I slipped from listening to my humane self unlike some others.
Isn't this why there is so much oppression/suppression around - some party thinks they own the stick? Is it something about the way the third planet in the Universe functions or the curse that the human existence is? Urgh.
And then, at the end of it all, you are expected to be mentally strong as what Hercules or some such heroic figure might have been physically or staid.
Okay, if you were thinking that I'm "misrepresenting facts" or being "biased" - well, I am, I admit. It's because I've been wounded and I am reacting to it. Pent up anger. You see what happens - makes people clumsy or rebel, yeah?
I don't know what else to say now. I'm just tired of saying, "There will be time." I'm cynical, finally.
Friday, October 7, 2011
As she helps him with the groceries he bought on his way back home, her eyes speak the language of her thawing heart and his of a spent soul at work. If there were other people around, they would have said "Touchwood" and a silent prayer for the strength of their unspoken bond.
She has her patchy days at work, he strives too much, they saw an innocent person lie dead, close by, very close by to their home just a few days ago, he had the electricity and phone bills to pay off, she had to transfer money into their joint savings account the first of every month (for their future), the house maid has gone on maternity leave, his parents have gone on a vacation to European grasslands while hers are busy visiting temples across the South of India and Pavithra and her husband had their own individual collection of books waiting to be read along with the several movies she had stacked up.
It doesn't matter.
Like a whiff of air from nowhere meets another, these instances move away from the four walls of the cosy home as the two sit down with a bowl of rich and creamy tomato soup each by the dining table made of solid Burmese wood, sharing their thoughts, laughs, silences, hopes, fears, and pauses over the last few minutes, as usual, of each day.
They don't matter, do they?
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
It's not going to be difficult to find a bridge over troubled water that will ease the mind, is it?
Friday, August 26, 2011
While I let my music player ruminate over a Brian Eno,
Here we are
Stuck by this river,
You and I
Underneath a sky that's ever falling down, down, down
Ever falling down
Always failing to remember why we came, came, came:I'm trying hard to not let myself wonder about any of this having been worth it, after all.
I wonder why we came.
Throttle me with anything, you world. I don't want to become or seem like a lie when I am not one, you know? I'm tired of being misconstrued, stomped on and made to seem like a misfit. I know what I can hold on to. I'm positive. Restless, but positive. Homeless, but positive. Incensed, but positive.
Positive is ! an emotional belief. It's a Goddarn conviction. Here's my conviction. And strength. Strength.
What is she doing, really, in a world that forgets what it is to listen to the murmur of hearts?
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
And then, this day when I stand defeated on a battlefield where I could have easily won, knowing I will wail if I bury my face in the comfort of the ones I can trust, I can't wish more for reliving that day.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Three weeks and the artist continues to toil. Burning the midnight oil each day in those concrete and glass walls. Wielding analyses, forgetting days and nights. How the heart breaks to see those eyes that have to drudge over inane fodder for his future learning, and role changes, leading its silent revolt against those headonistic managerial and directorial skulls.
He's not meant to be doing any of this (nothing short of the best for him), and will be out soon enough, the dear artist; He ought to. Painting the colours of the world in his head, his every stroke is going to be masterful.
Meanwhile, I will be by the biggest clock in my city, waiting to see the day his world comes alive and then see, through his quaint mirror, the pride and joy in my eyes whilst giving him the bottle of Minute Maid I'd bought for him from a shop by the banyan tree with the strongest roots on Earth.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
But let me tell you this: There will be days when you're going to wake up each morning with our ideas. We both will be selling them, at a steep price; and you guys are not going to be able to do without us or our consults, because well, we're way too fast and forward for your thoughts. Ha, we are not going to be lazy with our patent files and defensive publications then.
Oh and, dearies, we're not megalomaniacs before you (monomaniacally) dismiss this for that. It's going to be our time, ours.
Just you wait! We're just kindling the fire.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
Would you savour the minutes
and hours, for you are The
Cafe Terrace at Night?
Even if the nights were close,
and wide apart as the dual
orientations of your shadow,
will you wait for me
at Cafe Terrace this Night?
Monday, May 23, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Does it help that I mention this?
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
And Lennon to say 'Everything is clear in my heart.'
I wish I posted this last night. It would have made for a more precious remembrance of the moment.