Wednesday, October 26, 2011

It’s just a different morning

It’s getting to my head
I ain’t drunk, but I feel everything is blurred
Is it against the law to close your eyes
while driving on the Highway?

I might have missed the exit
But I have started to love the ride
Destination doesn’t matter no more
I hope I have taken the wrong turn

I have started to have fun while I climb
I ain’t scared of falling again, I await the fall
I feel like walking the country roads
I feel like swimming across the dirty streams

I feel like doing something wrong
I feel like doing something silly, naughty, little rebellious
I feel like just being me
Yeah…I don’t feel like myself, no longer!

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Promise of the passing time

A moment in life you have waited for
Has passed by and you didn’t see it
You don’t remember a knock on the door
You don’t remember a touch on the forehead
All you see is the traces of sand left behind
All you feel is the comfort in your heart
That the promise was kept.

The moment that takes the pain out of the past
The moment that takes away the fear of the future
The moment that makes everything perfect
Shall visit you when you least expect
You would never know when, but it would, my friend.

In the meantime, my friend, 
Don’t let the bitterness of all that has happened make you bitter
Don’t forget everything is beautiful if only you have the courage to make it beautiful
Don’t forget to be happy because happiness is only a choice
Don’t forget the people who stood by you…till that moment arrives!

There shall be that day as well
When the guilty feet revisit your paradise
You wonder what are they looking for in the ashes
Bones? but it was not body that was set on fire
You would have nothing to offer, no forgiveness, not even pity
And the paradise you are rebuilding has no place for the guilty
So that day shall pass too leaving no footprints …my friend!

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Let there be no light today

Let there be no candles today
Let the darkness prevail till dawn

Let there be no music today
Let the dancers take rest

Let’s not make any promises today
They shall be broken like always

Let me not talk today
Words are too heavy to carry

Let me not pray today
Many days I have forgotten you, one more day

Let this day be lost
In the anonymity of just another day

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Does love have an expiry date?

It's a stupid question from an idiotic friend that triggered me into writing this blog. Years ago I read Swami Vivekananda saying something to this effect - we all start out with values and dreams. As days pass by, we grow older, reality hits us every day, and we start compromising slowly. We lose faith in all that is noble and pure. We become those rocks and walls that don't react. Would it have been better to shout and yell than be quite and accept?

Some of us go to work every day because we get paid. Some of us get married because we are old enough and we have to answer people otherwise. The same people who denounce politicians for corruption prefer bribing traffic police to paying fine. Okay, it is hard earned money saved. What about our soul? Wouldn't we have to protect the dignity of our soul in every action? Or is dignity too big a word? Wouldn’t every action of ours leave behind some fragrance?

I remember that kid sitting on the cozy couch promising herself that she would never let that happen to her, that she would never give up on all that is noble and pure. Much of life is yet to unfold itself but I have seen some dark waters and I know that temptations are many and it is not easy to not give up. It never was!

Are you scared too?

Few days ago I had put a status update on FB that I thought was witty but not many take kindly at the mention of the word "death" or anything related. So yeah, the joke, no more a joke, somehow reached my home and it created a lot of uproar.

I wonder why? Let’s talk about death so that we live life to the fullest. I am ready to go, does not mean I am done with life. I love my life so much that I often run out of words to express. A walk in the woods, a look out the window, that sweet taste of tender coconut water...I would walk thousand miles for that sweet amrit!

Neither was there anything before this life nor is there anything after. We are going to become one with soil, water or air. What does it matter? Why not give light to someone’s eyes when we go? Why fear even to talk to about it?

Wednesday, October 5, 2011


I woke up to a dream of snakes, haunting enough
That I feel I am entering some disaster zone
Very early in the morning, I could feel the fatigue when I boarded the bus
What did I know, just around the corner
I would witness an act of kindness
That would make my heart almost dance with joy

Even if I am walking into a tornado, I thought,
I wouldn't mind for I am happy
And I would wear a smile in my heart
I was only standing by but
I feel like buying her a bouquet of white flowers
And saying 'thank you', if only I could

I look out the window, there I see,
Light blue sky with occasional white clouds,
One or two birds flying free and high,
Making me jealous
And I almost smile loudly

Just when I thought this was almost perfect
I almost missed my stop,
In the middle of the road busy with racing cars,
Scribbling my thoughts on the mobile,
Looking at the wheels of the trucks passing by,
I wonder what the tornado could be.

Monday, October 3, 2011

Didn't see you leaving...

My friend is out of town for a long time to come,
I didn’t realize this even when I waved you good bye!

Never trust anyone for your best friend could turn out to be your worst enemy,
That’s what you said back then, I thought who would know that better than I?
We, meant to be on the opposite sides, are friends only because of the odd road you chose!

Never did I understand your ways, nor did I completely agree with your opinions,
But you didn’t come in the way of my freedom; you didn’t care for me so much to suffocate me,
That’s why, my friend, we will be friends for a long time to come!

I didn’t see it even when I waved you good bye,
When immersed in work on a busy day, I realized you weren't in town any more,
What remains is a sigh, a lump in the throat!

Just so you know how much I appreciate,
Not just for looking out for me like a brother, but for choosing the right against the easiest,
For standing by a stranger against your best friend... just so you know...

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Parallel worlds!

A world where houses with stone walls throw truck loads of food into garbage,
and one where dozens pick their food out of it.
A world where men hardly see a school in their lifetime but learn to earn their livelihood the hard way,
and one where everything is taught but nothing is learnt.

A world where a woman is beaten everyday by her drunken husband,
and one where drinking is cool and socially accepted.
A world where a woman is considered an equal, not just on paper,
and one where kitchen will always remain her domain even if she has conquered all other.

Parallel worlds do exist, one in your head and one that makes your head spin,
Split personality, we all have, one inside the house and one outside, one within you and one to show to the world.

Written on the walls of...

"A writer out of loneliness is trying to communicate like a distant star sending signals. He isn't telling or teaching or ordering. Rather he seeks to establish a relationship of meaning, of feeling, of observing. We are lonesome animals. We spend all our life trying to be less lonesome. One of our ancient methods is to tell a story begging the listener to say-and to feel- Yes, that's the way it is, or at least that's the way I feel it. You're not as alone as you thought." Letter to Peter Benchley, Sag Harbour, 1956 from 'A Life in Letters' - John Steinbeck.

"One has to think a little bit whom you are writing for and... what purpose. But my instinct is, write what you have to say and to hell with it." - Trilochan Sastry, Association for Democratic Reforms(ADR). It's because of ADR, anyone standing for election in India must declare their assets.

Why be generous to think of an audience that may not arrive? Who else can honor your words better? Write for yourself. The moment you scribble a thought, you are free of it. Once in a while, you can stop walking and take a peek through the moods and shades of life, what if only through the worn out pages of a book!