Sunday, February 19, 2012

Hot chocolate and Cappuccino

Blue gloom hung over me
Like the dark wicked clouds
Sniggering at the ship
Caught in a whirlpool

The tiny yellow flower
In the book which was opened at last
Smell of which long gone
Reminding of a distant past
Measured emotions weighed sentences
As if a cappuccino and chocolate vendor

The words of a seer
On losing someone dear
The air heavy with sighs
Faces dazed as if on rye
A souvenir from the sea
Left for my company

Clock ticking in my head
Words said unsaid
Time slipping away from my hand
Like quicksand
In an unexplained hurry
Shall I worry?

One last look before the clouds descend
I tried but miserably failed
In matters of uncertain hearts
Turning back is always so hard.

Friday, February 17, 2012

Signs and Illusions

They stood there. In a place where winds did the talking whilst they just stood there, looking sometimes at each other and sometimes at the nothingness around. Swinging between being and nothingness, their existence reflecting their emotions whilst they just stood there. Then..
She started walking away
Hoping that he would follow
Making a trail of white sand
For him to follow
While he kept waiting
Waiting for more signs
Overlooking the white lines
Tho' on the tar road they shined

The wait got longer
The lines got dimmer
Careless, insensitive feet
Cold, angry wind
Took the sand away
While he kept waiting
Looking for signs
That were always there...

Monday, February 13, 2012

Esoteric Musings

Writing from a state of mind where making sense doesn't make sense anymore

Is it the moon or my heart
shining in the sky
with a part covered in dark shadows
and the other
dotted with scars
scars of
having lost myself
and having found cipher
the crisscrossing of swords
on my heart
a battleground of aimless emotions
bullets of careless words
that have marred my heart forever
explosions
of unexplained ecstasy and dejection
like the waves
that erode the shore
that gives them shelter

Ah..
and here comes
the master spider called
Life
weaving a web of dreams
there where the universe ends
in which i get caught
unable to move
just keep rolling over
in the gummy fibres
of dreams
that refuse to give in
the more i resist
the more i get entwined with the web
that's when the master spider called
Life
preys on me
relishing the thick sticky salty emotions
oozing from inside the depth of my scarred heart



Sunday, February 05, 2012

Happy B'day Papa

Here's a poem that my sister wrote as a teenager. On Papa's b'day today I couldn't think of anything more appropriate than these innocent yet beautiful lines.

Pop

Exams were on,
And it was winter's dawn.
He woke me up,
To study after brush up.
Should obey what he told,
Otherwise a little scold.
'Coz he wants me on top,
Oh! He's my lovely Pop!


Saturday, February 04, 2012

The Me in Me..

the quest is on
to find the me in me
is it the giggly school girl
or the pensive old woman
the caring mother
or the adamant adolescent

or am i
the hollowness
that has become me
the black hole
that cannot be seen
but
its insidious presence felt
sucking my emotions
slowly
yet perceptibly
my emotions
that are no longer mine
that have begun
their endless journey
into the unending abyss

or am i
the unanswered
unasked
questions
ensconced
however uneasily
in the bed of falsehood

or am i
the broken
unspoken dreams
dreams
that could never be
felt
perceived
seen
dreams
that remained concepts
Conceptual Dreams

or am i
the attachments
and
detachments inside
the strange pushing
and
pulling inside
of love and hate
of pleasure and despair
of reality and illusion
of shadows and silhouettes

or am i
the kite
that flies high
deep into the sky
whose strings are held
by some distant hands
the kite
that faces rivalry
from other kites
in the sky

or am i
the heart
which is rowing alone
in the vast ocean
with no end in sight

the me in me
remains ever elusive
like the lady of the night
it belongs to all and to none
it is everything above
yet nothing above

the me in me
waiting for a response
for unasked questions
waiting for dreams
to have speech
dreams
that can be dreamt

the me in me
wishing the black hole
to turn into a bright star

the me in me
wishing away
the headless battles
led by doubts and fears

the me in me
still wandering
in the cosmos
with questions
buried deep inside the chest
waiting for the collision
with the dazzling comet
bringing out
the buried answers

till then
the me in me
will keep speaking to me
in the dark of the night
asking me
to find it inside me
the game of hide and seek
it plays with me
but
the quest is on
and
someday it will end...