Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Terinja, purinja, telinja!

Monday, November 3, 2014

One day I'd like to say, "I'm a hermit, in search of my hermitage."
Line of the day: Living a life they want to run away from.

Monday, October 27, 2014

salted Waves and
caramelised Wounds,
how do you do?
overturned page,
ice-cream that's had.
melted or fermented thought?

Friday, October 17, 2014

How I wish
I could swim
in your eyes.

Thursday, October 9, 2014

I don't know how this
orange-winged butterfly has entered my room
when the doors and windows stand closed to
the force of the rains.
i see it fluttering about, though,
just as the soul,
not knowing what to do.
why, does it have to be set free?
won't it find its own way
like the way it found its way here?
oh, I just see it has found peace
next to my bathroom slippers
as lackadaisical and unassuming
as a wonderer should be.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Moonodialogue!

knock, knock!
oh, hi, young moon of this night!
how do you do?
how do you do?
very well, waning as I wax. this nutty lunar phase, I tell you!
has anyone serenaded you yet?
yes, but they always sing in a language only they understand and not what I would like to hear.
hm, I'll put in a word with all the poets of this world that fleetingly describe you for the one they see in you.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

The distant past held remnants of the future, as if it were a dream, just as the present.

Monday, August 11, 2014

What do you tell eyes that have lost their poetry?
What do you tell eyes that yearn to be taken somewhere?

Sunday, August 10, 2014

One after the other
fleeting moments
crush my belief,
question my faith,
and make me smoke.

Smoke
like a tea pot.


Butterflies running in the mind.
Butterflies running away.
-
I want to run away.
I want to run in my mind.
-
If I were asked what love is, depending on when I'm asked I'd probably say, "That which causes a poetic silence in your life."

Figment of Imagination

Vandana wrote.. "It still hurts. Sometimes, though, to feel better, I listen to the special ringtone I'd kept only for your number. It's called the "Garden Waltz." Each time I listen to it, it takes me right back to those times my heart would flutter every time you'd call and at the same time, it makes me hope you would call some day soon."

Saturday, August 9, 2014

In some limbo,
someone
gave me something
to remind me
that I was broken.

I wish I wasn't.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

To see the waters from the shore or the shore from the waters?

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Give me colour
so I can paint with words
and varnish with soul
those staid walls and floors.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

காலை ராகம், மாலை தாளம்
ஆஹா
என்ன ஒரு சிந்து-பைரவி நடனம்

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Give me the shards of a piano
and I will write you a song so sublime.

When the rains end
and a day with us spent
would you remember
remember the time?

What worth is platonic mime
if the minstrel sings unto time?

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Fly, fly away, Thought.
Follow the butterfly in your soul.

Monday, July 7, 2014

And so one's worship,
that seeks strength
so Herculean,
sees light
through the moon.
Ha, such wistful hope.

Ghostly

So I feel your presence
And tell myself that you're there
Through life's wear and tear.
As ghostly as it seems.

You're like the blisters
in cracked glass
Waiting to create shards
Of a piece so beautiful.

Through crystal eyes
Do I see
Your ghostly self
Wring every hope
I once had.

Oh curtains, that dance
to the breeze of the monsoons,
what are you?
A butterfly.
-
Oh curtains, that dance
to the breeze of the monsoons,
what language do you speak?
It's so easy for me to get used to people and places as I find my connections.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

How would it be lying on the new carpet we might get for our house to paint our dreams set to happen in the unreal future?
So.
I let you fly away
like a bird
meant to be back,
oh, memory.
Give me grass,
I'll show you the sky.
Show me money,
and I'll give you paper.

Monday, June 30, 2014

So many people to be met and remembered.
So many pleasantries to be exchanged.
None to suspire with in contentment.

Friday, June 20, 2014

Version 1:
And they leave
without a trace.

Version 2:
And they leave
without a trace
taking a part of me
with them.

Friday, June 13, 2014

Why. It hurts. To this second and beyond.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Sometimes, people forget to ask questions like "how are you?" in earnestness, to someone who truly needs it (like me and today).

Monday, June 9, 2014

The crab in oneself
that doth walks sideways
be one's great enemy.
Teach'th a lesson,
does time, be chanced,
as the unlearn'd crab 
act'th again.
I saw a man
with kohl-rimmed eyes
and blood red sockets
staring into everything
before him
(in anger perhaps).

Who is he?

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Does one like someone or the idea of someone?

Monday, May 26, 2014

The problem with me is. I internalise what I see. A lot. And then fail miserably at differentiating what I've internalised. Hmph.

To think that one has lived and survived as ramses for almost 10 years and continue to be remembered and referred to thus. #humbling.

Saturday, May 24, 2014

Drafted meaning,
wafting.

Such pointlessness in life.

#vazhkai #varthaigal

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Oh.
Juggle, wriggle, muffle
My nerve endings.
#YannTiersen

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

How many times
do I need to
re-architect
re-build
and
live in
a dream.
Give me a heaven from above
and I'll butt my ruminations.
I'll need to have stronger emotions, I feel.
But all I experience is an overwhelm.
My mind
seems to me
an asylum.
Just when I was hoping my deduction wasn't right.
Just when I thought I was close to another reality.

I knew, I'd solved this puzzle.

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Infinite Loop

Will your lips speak the same lies as your eyes
and your eyes speak the same lies as your lips?

Monday, April 28, 2014

Measuring our life in quarters to experiencing every minute is not so far away a dream, I reckon.

Saturday, April 26, 2014

The day I absolve ties to my current life and essay the roles of a permaculturist, architect, builder, carpenter, cook, companion, dreamer, I know contentment will run deep - in my veins even.

And it will make me live twenty years longer.
Pavithra's head awaits the shoulder it will be comfortable with.
The resident
optimist in me
believes
the world will be
as limitless
as the mind
#someday.

Friday, April 18, 2014

Well, there's supposed to be meaning
In every action and thought
But I see another hope
that needs to be crushed.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

I don't like that it's taking way too long to complete this puzzle.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

And this morning
shall lay subdued
to thoughts
that come in hues. 

And in its rays
will one find
the splintering
of a soul, immortal.

(written on the 12th)
And the notes of your music,
oh, musician, draws me
from one trance to another
cycle after cycle.

Do I need a language
to understand you?

Friday, April 11, 2014

I'm slowly being done with attaching sentimental value to tangibles and intangibles. 
I've forgotten what it is like to be in love.
Or, may be, I'm just done with the farce.
How far away is my companion, mate?

Sunday, April 6, 2014

My doubts drown me.
They're my biggest enemy.
But it doesn't happen with everybody.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

And there is poetry in making dosais and talking about poetry and writing.

Friday, March 28, 2014

And, ha. It all makes sense!

Thursday, March 27, 2014

I act like I am not acting. #ijusthadtosaythis

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Oh, sitarame.
Yen chitirame!

Monday, March 24, 2014

Shiva! Īśvara! Maheśvara!
There's tranquility your name invokes,
in all the movement and chaos -
very much like you!

And in your name,
beholds
an eternal trance!

Kadhalikka Neramillai

Kadhalikka neram irrukku,
solla dhaan nazhi illai-o?
alla, thayakkamo?

#tribute
These eyes
find it hard
to contain
the joy
from a genuine
heart,
or limbic center.

And as they beam,
they speak
a thousand
syllables.


Wednesday, March 12, 2014

oh, tug-a-lug. tug-a-lug, my limbic system!

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Retards. Fucktards. Whatever you want to call them.
Die. Bitches.

Have you experienced something so beautiful that it has made you silent, sad, empty, socially awkward, stammer, stumble and yet you wish it touches your life every single moment like the gentle full-moon night's breeze by a deserted beach?

I have. And I don't think I'll ever get tired of it.
If I were your sea, will you be my sea? #inspiration #yanntiersen

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Decision-Making

Accept a wish or compliment gracefully or dismiss them profusely.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

I am so in love with my self-indulgent writing on this blog off late! 
I remember writing parts of this before. But I feel like saying this (again) now: "A silent overwhelm" but add two more words to make it: "A silent and pleasant overwhelm."
#lifechanges
Statement 1: I need more life-defining moments in my life!
Statement 2: I think I'm closer to more life-defining moments in my life!

Sunday, March 2, 2014

I used to be a person of few words!

Wrung

It's like this heart is waiting for a picture perfect moment that will make it beat faster or slower and even make it stop.

Monday, February 24, 2014

Live

For the countless beautiful moments in life that only the eyes of my/your/our mind can capture.

Say it, do it!
#LifeLesson

Sunday, February 23, 2014

It never can be love or hate if it wears out. It's a part of self-discovery.

Friday, February 21, 2014

Ragged feeling. Like nothing really matters.

And yet, there are certain things in life that leave behind scars. Serving as painful reminders of mistakes from the past.

I wish I had an endless supply of Benson & Hedges to smoke the hell out of my mind for the rest of this night along with all the silence I can muster.

And: I like Benson & Hedges for the name and nothing really else.

And after the templated coaching, you're going to know when exactly someone is using which cue and you'll automatically be bored. There's going to be #nothingdifferent about life or humans then.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Why

Do I want to be with people who typically smoke in a group but one fine day you notice they come out to smoke alone, too? And be with them in those moments over other chaotic ones so more meaningful conversations can be had?

Thursday, February 13, 2014

How hard is it to forgive, man? How easy is it to give up, woman?

Pointless

Point of no return.
Sometimes, all the noise on a Facebook post and all the silence in the world is not enough.

Monday, February 10, 2014

The presence of absence :)

Monday, February 3, 2014

Edutha, edutha idathilaiye vekkanumnu yaarum sollikudukkalaiya?
#conversations #brother
Vairagyam.
Ul urruthal.
Cancalam.

"Nilaavilae paarttha vannam,Kannaavilae thoandrum innum"
or
"Mouname parvaiyal oru paatu paada vendum
naaname jaadayal oru varthai pesa vendum"
or
"Mounamae paarvaiyaay paesi kondoam,
Naanamae vaNNamaay poosi kondoam"
Pursed lips
welcome words
meant to be unsaid.

Yaar arria? Yaar purindukolla? 

Thursday, January 30, 2014

I fall in love so easily
And struggle to fall out
easily.

Falling

apart and apart
are falling apart?
apart from Falling Apart?

Monday, January 27, 2014

Tonight I want to write an ode to the Sea and the Moon. Perhaps I won't because this body and mind of mine is quite worn out this night and no purpose seems worth a pursuit.

I have no idea where I am, what I am doing, or why. Okay, may be I do literally (typing this post on my phone on the way back home because this thought occurred to me) but not quite metaphorically.

We crave,
Explicitly or secretly,
For an acknowledgement
Of what we say
And what we don't.

We're human, we make mistakes, we learn.
And when we read something interesting,
We sometimes want to save it
for a breakfast table conversation
Or some such
But eventually don't.