M e a n w h i l e
Élan Vital.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Frostbite
Ha
I'm not supposed to. Ha.
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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
There, I said it.
It's not a good idea to get comfortable with anything or anyone here.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Guncha Koi :)
Monday, November 14, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Celestial
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
YAAY!
So, YAAY, again! It's been a hard day's/months' night!! :) I'm positive I've stuck the rightfully earned right chord.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Hopscotch
as the fingers of the boy deftly play the keys from the piano of Burmese wood in the rich living room.
As the walls resonate you both, don't ever let it falter.
Lakh jatan kar haar rahi!
Sitaare waalon raatein har gayi kya?
Meri Chand mar gayi kya?
Sunday, October 16, 2011
J.A.P.
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.
Rhetoric II: Factiousness
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
Feng Shui
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
Violin.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Resignation
Yeah, from the many things that have happened in the recent past and today, I have some reason to relate to the #meloser tag. May be I am being hyperbolic but, yea, things have wracked me enough.
Not for long. Not too long.
Just you wait.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Telltale
After all that was, if This is what is wanted now.
If This is what the eyes flutter for, should I blame the falter?
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Exhausted.
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.
Rhetoric
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
Wreck
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
How soon
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Nigh, Nigh Enough
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
Vision
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
Eliot and Valerie
And the rhythm that governs the repose of our sleeping time,
the breathing in unison.
In waking moments, being lost in the softness of quiescent eyes breathing gently.
Messiah
Can you play the waltz?
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Nee Daya Raada?
kAdane vAreva ru kalyANa rAma?
nanu brOchE vADani nADE teliya
ina vamSa tilaka inta tAmasamA?
:)
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Harmal
that swims away from you, swiftly through the mercurial air;
while whiffing and tracing the answers,
Muse.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
A wilted sunflower
Beswaadi beswaadi ratiyaan, oh sajna|
Rookhi re, oh rookhi re,
Kaatore kate, katena!
Tere bina chand ka sona khota re
Peeli peeli dhool udaawe jhoota |
Tere bina sona peetal|
Tere sang keethar peepal.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Drama / Masks / Obscurity
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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
Cause-Effect Aberration
The breath from my body warms the cold mountain air,
my reflection, trespassed by the sudden mist beclouding my held hand-mirror,
in the same mountain, amidst the same air, will stand testimony.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Enlightenment
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I'm as easy as a mask.
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The words and thoughts built, killed and resurrected wait to see light.
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Soon.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Fluidity
Them is not the universal set.
The other subset is so easy to be with!
Monday, January 17, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
Sarita
I am bold and dainty.
By the rocks, on the shore,
a hat in tow,
I live by the sand.
You won't find me.
I am mercurial.
and there is no crab-shell.
I hate being the sand.
It's better to be
the vapour in oceanic breeze,
than salt in sea water.
It matters, and not.
Like a kill and a shootout.
Allegorical vainness, all.
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I haven't been writing. I've just ruffled and ruined my own enough.
That burnt and broken piece of dime?
Have you had a margarita?
Lemony lime?
Do you see the tandem?
Or fail to?
Are you?
Is it shriveled as this post and its question marks?
There is a larger meaning, you know.
Much larger.
May be the piano will speak.
Or the arbitrates.
May be thought doesn't,
hope does;
eyes don't,
and restless fingers do.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
Monday, December 27, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Sunflower
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Gossamer
He will move mountains
like poets of yore.
Stop the subways,
like radicals of now.
And every like will be--
the first bite into cotton candy.
Sweet and fresh as you want it to be.
Naïveté of the eyelash,
stop holding lies from the future,
speak now.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Want a battle?
and not fields of the blind.
Reader: (Rhetorically) Which would you hoot for? A battle of the mind or one on the field? Which, oh, which?
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Only to show what it is like once on Tiersen's music.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
Tainted ~~~~
There will be time ~~
there will be time.
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I know there's not been anything much to my writing of late apart from its theatrics. It's just a limbic phase. Just.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Sunday, October 31, 2010
woven
through thick and thin,
trodden
with time,
forgotten.
Ha, but who remembers? Who bets on such a past for a future? Who is that loser?
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Who wants to be like those poets who write silly stuff like the stuff above and bear the smile of a wise, senseofhumoured man when they say it was the stole they use each winter or some such entity they were referring to.
Well, you don't have to raise your hand.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Monday, October 4, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
It may be white this time, over the oranges and reds of yore. Crisp, freshly starched, and pressed. It may not sync well with my brown self, but I am allowed relaxations then, or even a complexion change meanwhile.
(I'm bored of my few-line posts, too. But I guess it's the selfish me not wanting to kill the thoughts just so they're brief.)
Monday, September 27, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Selene
as the one in the sky today;
nights of the full moon,
(clear, & without the chariots!)
the backyard of the hostel,
and the beach campus.
He only did good, but he never knew, or perhaps, wanted to finish up, Paul. Valkens.
They were never grateful to him, the whoevers.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
A butterfly?
Should I let it free?
You don't have the heart to.
But I should; for the one month it gets to live a life of its own.
It always did.
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The plea in the eyes are not being seen. Not being. Should the sockets be emptied? The soul killed? The head rationed?
The moon summoned?
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Experiment V - Zebra Love
Who needs a match, oh Wizard?
Who lights your love?
You, right?
Why don't you stir it up.
Stir it up for you and her
or Him.
Heh, why do you need to?
You don't want to, grumpy.
Just like sweet and sticky nectar.