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Another work in progress....

Today
I touched you
dear love.

Your breath,
did it pause
for a moment,
wondering
at the music
that shimmered?

Somewhere,
perhaps here -
lips broke
into a smile
of pure delight...

Searching eyes
washed every sight.
They saw
a miracle
unfold;
I let my lover
escape!

Unbounded
in joy
unshackled
I danced
Was it you I set free
or did a rebirth
take place this day?

Pain

Should I curse you
or call you a lover
Your touch,
your embrace -
Reminds
I am alive!



another version....

Should I curse you
or call you a lover
Your touch,
your embrace -
breathes life into me
once again

Untitled

Work in progress but comments invited....

I sit here with friends
not lonely yet alone
waiting for your footfall,
and that whiff
of your rum soaked laugh.


My fears hold me bound.
The heat of the wet earth
wraps me in its embrace
and I slowly lose myself in you.



IInd version

I sit here with friends
not lonely yet alone
waiting for your footfall
and that whiff of rum soaked laugh

I hear the winds whispering
they carry tales galore
will I manage to touch you
and become a beckoning flame

My fears hold me bound
heat of wet earth wraps me too
your embrace is all I want
to slowly lose myself in you

Yesterday

Chalk in hand
I started running
drawing boundary
of my life.

Laughing
giggling
competing with the breeze
I forgot all...
Am still running!

Today

endless space
nary a thought
this breath
why does it hurt so?

Tomorrow

Red rimmed eyes
waking up the sun;
shushing the stars,
the moon, the moonlight.
Maybe devils also sleep sometime...

An exercise on Caferati

EXERCISE

Line 1 - Write down something that happened this morning. But make it an out and out downright lie.
Line 2 – In the spirit of 1 – write a sentence with a sound in it.
Line 3 – Write a sentence with a colour in it.
Line 4 – Write a sentence with a number in it.
Line 5 – Write a sentence with a character from a book in it
Line 6 – Write a sentence with an animal in it.
Line 7 – Write a sentence with an emotion in it.
Line 8 – Write a sentence to do with the past, present or future.


My Effort!

Woke up to a blue orb of fire; power cut today?
So that was the big bang yesterday!
Red faced, no one thought, they will see the world
When one fool in six going to seven billion
Wore his unmentionables over formals.
Looking askance was the judging koala,
eating bamboo and ruminating on love
"Said he I miss my wife" and put an arm around his boyfriend.

Exercise: Flash Fiction - Teeth

Her eyes could make a musician out of a music phobic. The bubbling mirth in their depth invited everyone to just plunge head on. And they did; to look for their favourite sweet that her smile promised. She made them seem like a bunch of diabetics who had been denied sweets for eternity.

Wherever she went, people paused in middle of their work; almost as if it was orchestrated. They would turn to her and just start sharing their deepest darkest secrets. What happened to all these outwardly sane looking normal people? Did they see a messiah in her? Nobody knew the reason; the reason for this strange reaction.

One day I went up to her. I, too, wanted to know about her magic. A shy smile greeted me; a smile that instantly lit my eyes too. I could not help it. What magic was this? Feeling a lightness that I hadn’t experienced in many moons, greediness reared its head. Her laughter is what I craved now, feeling sure that it would wipe away all the hurt, the pain that life had presented me with.

With this goal in mind, an invitation to laughter club was but natural. On hearing my request, I thought I saw a shadow pass over eyes, but then she agreed to join us next morning.

Why did the sun have to sleep so long? I was impatient. Finally we met at 7 am and started with a small “hee hee”. Then followed some “ha ha ha ha” and some of “ho ho ho ho”. And finally the laughter I was waiting for…

Opening our mouth wide, we laughed and then I saw.

No teeth.

C- Clan

This is just a bit of madness. Has people from caferati where I found that words were my friends too.

peter dada, pawan aadha
manisha biji bole naji

suniti maiya nache badhiya
jugal chotu par hai ghochun

arjun safira chalkaye jaam har dil-a
annie manchali, chal di ab dilli

dan ka pankha, raja manda
priyanka chehki, batti gul kardi

pragya akka, dalip ko danda
ritu boli, billi se kutti

sunil bhayiya kaisa ye panga
avi moshai, jeevan se kyun ladayi

sunte ye rona, bhadka shola
aag kaa gola, C clan bola
minx kii bacchii only English acchii!!!

I stopped living the day I started taking myself seriously.

Here I was going. Smoooooooothly. Flowing with life. Sometimes nauseatingly happy and other times just brilliantly glowing. I mean, how could anyone be so happy? Nobody, who was breathing, had a right to be so sinfully carefree!! But I was all that and more. Happy, sinful, loving, unapologetic - a classic case of an adult (at least in age) who cannot be called an adult by any sane human.

Then the testing time arrived. The time was just right. I had to be pinched and punched to get the real measure, the size of the bag of happiness. Sheesh!! At first knock, happiness just whooshed out and I was left holding an empty bag. Luckily the bag was undamaged. All I had to do was to figure out how to fill the bag once again.

First thing first.

It doesn't pay to get serious. The entire roll of serious element had to be chucked out. But what to do - all my life I had learnt hoarding. It takes a hell of unlearning to get rid of this trait.

Now if I were to get serious about this business of not being serious, doesn't it become an oxymoron. Hmmm...think about it!! Till you figure this one out, I will go and play in the rains that seem to have finally arrived.

many times...

many times I opened my mouth
how many times did I close my mind!

many times I gazed at you
how many times did I see you??

many times I prayed to have all
how many times did I play to be safe!

many times I saw the colours
how many times did I see the painting??

many times I said no more
and now the time has come to say no more!!

Love letter

One day I wrote you a letter.

You didn't want to take it. But then you couldn't really refuse; if you had done so, it would have justified The Trait we never talk about. You know, about how people see what they want to see rather than what is in front of them.

So you took the letter and read it, albeit reluctantly. Why did it upset you? And why do you always have to attack when you are defensive? Your "You complicate things!" still rings in my head.

And the letter?

"I am who I choose to be. And I don't apologise for being myself. I love myself. Yeah, of course, love you too sweetie."

Flash Fiction - Colour Blind

He let the water run over his fingers. The coolness countered the heat within him.

He couldn’t open his eyes to look. He wished he could get rid of the fear pulsating there.

The smell of coffee drew his attention. Pulled by the smell, he reached his favourite chair and sat down to pick up the cup. The warmth of the first sip dissolved the cold tight knot in his stomach. He smiled and relaxed for the first time that morning. Only a small frown marred his pleasant face. He wished he could open his eyes. The coffee never felt the same without the enhanced flavours of the sight of deep brown luscious fragrant liquid.

He knew he couldn’t risk opening his eyes. He just couldn’t. But really wanted to give in to the temptation.

Could he? No, he couldn’t. Ok maybe he could drink coffee with open eyes, but he wouldn’t look.

He opened his eyes.

They strayed towards the cup.

With a shudder of revulsion he threw the cup across the room.

There was red everywhere. The walls were dripping red. And why was the spreading stain the same vicious colour. He had been acquitted; then why did his world turn red everyday. Why?

Facade

Words so simple
pedestrian they appeared,
Unlike the wounds
they inflicted everyday.


Gathering them to build
edifice so magnificient,
I commemorated with glee
the god of memories.


One day, the earth moved;
the surging core sought freedom.
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes
and then I breathed, fresh air.

Value

Piece of land, in it
some rocks, handful of diamonds.
Rocks are not a fad as yet.

Flash Fiction

My first attempt at Flash Fiction...

The sun slowly sank in the sea. Looking at the spread of red, she knew her work was done.

Let's paint this world

Let's paint this world
to rival the songs
on the lips of that raindrop
falling
or is it dancing
maybe a half twirl?


Let's paint this world
and turn the sky green.
An audience in your show,
the sun, mixes blue to its yellow
when it blows hot and cold!


Let's paint this world
using lipstick brushes
even if it's just the air;
it could be better than
the unexpected gift
of a tattoo,
on my cheek!


Let's paints this world
I have to paint it today
I cannot, any longer contain
This smile, the irrepressible child!

Fear

Just a thought,
that became a desire.
A wish for the future
to become a present.

I run in reverse gear
(when did I start driving ?);
visiting old haunts,
the familiar halts
where life lived its own unfathomed life.

O how I protested
even fell to my knees.
To no avail
and then darkness became my day.

Foot on accelerator,
rivaling Schumacher
(would have defeated him too!)
the darkness spread
over unseen terrain.

How do I define you

Not my words. Just shows how lyrical a conversation can turn out to be...

You are like candy floss, you know
Fluffy and tasty
Each strand intertwined
Complex and colourful
Defying set mold.
Marking your presence each time,
Sticking as one comes in contact with you!

Diamond

A shining Bauble
Hidden in the trash.
Oh why can't you be childlike again?

Seeking Freedom

invisible prison
just another name
for Assumptions

Candid

Ok.
So I don't like myself,
the image in the mirror.
And I wish I was beautiful;
my nose was sculpted
cheeks created hills and valleys
lips were sinful, turning chocoholics
to strawberry lovers.


I looked in the mirror;
the image mocked
"if you aren't beautiful today
you never will be"
The tone changed
it was matter of fact
"eyes of a child
in a face age old,
spirit unshackled
bound no more."


Hearing this, I fell in love
again, with myself this time.
Someone in the mirror
winked, licking the chocolate drop!

Yesterday,
unheard silence,
knocked at the door
of my soul.

Opening, I found
words, tentative -
shifting from one foot to other.

May we come in?
Before I could say "NO"
(as I am wont to do, everytime,
to all possible new experiences)
they tumbled in.

Hugs and kisses followed
leaving me dazed.
Thus was born a writer
I swear, god promise
I had nothing to do with it!

Transformation

A suncatcher.
Some sunlight.
A masterpiece, everytime.

Feeling called love.
Me and you.
Masterpiece, everytime, here too!

Surrender

Unknown voice
whispers softly,
wakes me again.


Trembling, hoping to see reason
I give in to the call.
The world, life, my decisions
appear in a limbo
waiting for ...
I know not!


In the horizon
appears a butterfly
flitting over the precipice.
Tempting, enticing;
drawing reason away.
I give in to the madness
to take the leap
of faith!

For the writer within me...

I cannot write like you
I never would be able to
admiring your style
does it have to cut me down so


I feel so foolish
cohabiting words like this
how does it matter
I am just one of multitude


Like countless before me
and uncountable later
I will count for nothing
until passion becomes my truth


And then...
words will become a tool
to ignite me and you
I will no longer compare
I would have surrendered
to your god
he is the writer within me too

Challenge

Sunset
an eternal challenge
no writer has ever won

Quotes

I had knowledge.
Looking deeper
I found
I only had quotes.

Seeker

I bow to thee
crimson orb of fire

I bow to thee
the breeze in vale

I bow to thee
the kiss that left me craving

I bow to thee
my faith, that affirms I need to seek

Love

I love you!

I hate you!

I love you!

I hate you!

I wish you were the one saying this

Unedited

Why do I crave insanity
Why do thoughts trouble

Do I want to live in boxes
defined by others

Do I have the courage
to follow my soul craving

Will I get lost
looking for pattern familiar

Questions, search, assumptions,
answers, recognition, non-answers

How I wish to surrender
Please take control of my life

Exclamation marks

Living in exclamations
Every mark posed this question
Did she find life wondrous
or was she just emphatic about her points
(like "khoob ladi mardani woh to jhaansi waali rani thi")

(this is madness but hey its my blog and I finally decided to give in to the madness - for a while atleast!)

Colour Red

Face so average
demeanour demure
Boring she labelled
self and so did the world.

Wait a minute

Did you notice
the colour red...
on her nails and hidden
in the downcast devil eyes

Life in love

I talked about love
I talked about lost love
but I became poetry
once I recognised life
in love that was mine
to lose or grow

Words

Frozen in the mindscape
sentences in mid stride
caught like the gazelle
in the light of judging self

Blank floor welcomes,
words sponged clean
or is it that they are
playing games truant?

Searching for words
the writer falters
and then one day
the dam spills...

Words rush out,
trampling each other
demanding a show
not caring what I thought.

Will they ever make sense
I don’t know for sure
but they are my companion
I love them no matter what!

Creations - every day

Round as the letter "O"
the face of a full moon
could never be accomplished.

How apologetic she was
coz her 'chapatis' always felt -
round was boring
and boring, her creations, should never be!

Succour

sitting at the typewriter
with an agitated mind
I wish for clarity...

happiness eludes
perhaps it is so close
I miss it for its simplicity...

words form and then un-form
nothing makes sense
except "your voice"

Happiness

tip tip splash!
I think I just found...
Happiness