Thursday 30 April 2009

Nothing ever ends..

I look at the man behind the wheel
Squinting from the burst of splinters
His fingers burning from the heat
Breaking into a sweat in peak winters

I watch as the aluminum utensil
Dissolve into a white flow
There’s the bowl for my favourite dessert
Dented by my mother’s angry throw

I duck instinctively, remembering the heat
And quickly return to the present
To the glow of the fire burning away
So many tangible memories, including the pleasant

Among the last to go is my crib
My first vehicle in the world
Though I have not any memories, I reach out
Around the rim, my fingers do curl

I am lost in my thoughts while the artist toils
Thinking only of the plum sum that will follow
All those lost emotions have now taken shape
Of a decorative greek God, ironically an Apollo

Tuesday 28 April 2009

To life

The beautiful thing about life

Is that it goes on

No matter how deep the gashes

You keep moving till the last breath is drawn

Monday 27 April 2009

Giving in

I sat huddled in a corner
Straining to wipe memories, tears and pain
The white light engulfs every part of me
Darkness prevails in vain

Just when I was convinced
There was nothing left for me to lose
A sudden jab in the heart
Brought back memories to intense use

Days long gone, nights well spent
In conversations of body and soul
A touch, a kiss, a moment
Blackened by fate’s black coal

I get up and switch of the light
Its radiance makes my pain sour
I reek of the black viscous blood now
The creatures of the night my soul devour

(Many thanks to Buddy for the imagery, much powerfully darker than mine)

Bidding farewell

जिन हाथों को थाम कर चल पड़े थेजिन बाज़ुओं पर बनाया था अपना आशियानजिन कदमो से कदम मिलाए चलते रहेआज किसी और को सौंप आए हैं
जिन निगाहों के सहारे देखी थी दुनियाजिन होठों के लिए सजाए थे हज़ारों नगमेउन ख्वाबो, ख़यालों को, उम्मीदों और हसरतों कोआज किसी और को सौंप आए हैं

Saturday 25 April 2009

The way home

ये रास्ता तो घर को ही जाता थाजाने किसके कुचे मे चले आए
कितनी हसरतें थी कुछ पहचाने चेहरों कीजाने किसकी बारात में चले आए
ये जो गली जाती है इसमे आज भी एक जानी सी खुश्बू है कुछ आहटें हैं पहचानी सीजिसकी सुकून की तलाश मे खींचे चले आए
इस छज्जे तले एक बचपन गुज़रा हैमा की आँचल की ठंडक आज भी हैबाबा के नर्म सख़्त आवाज़ की गूँज भीतभी दिल को थाम फिर चले आए
ये रास्ता तो घर को जी जाता थाजाने किसके कुचे मे चले आएहै सबकुछ अपना सा यहाँ मगरपरदेसीयों की बस्ती मे हम कैसे चले आए

Thursday 23 April 2009

Lethargy

The heat increases outside
Permeates right through the white walls
A lone glowing tubelight falls silent
In the power cut, darkness falls

A constant hum echoes
Keeping awake is an ordeal
My mind saunters into the unknown
Eyes are now sinking I feel

The chatter around is relentless
People working, typing and talking
Cars backing, shutters falling
Children screaming, hawkers walking

I want to get away from all that
My posture is cosier in the chair
I flutter my eyelids at the screen
And yawn, it is now impossible to bear

Washing my face should help I think
I rise from my seat at the thought
And bang my foot against the wall
In one moment to my senses, I am brought

And we're back

It turns out that transferring material from my notes is turning to be an impediment to my writing... so I would rather keep writing here and will add older posts with notes... cool?

Tuesday 21 April 2009

Ode to Journalism

I sit staring blankly
Into a computer screen
That shows a six-year-old's eyes
Who died.. how must it have been?

I wonder about my work
And reflect on my success
On how I wanted to make a difference
How dream were limitless

Did I know that such things
Also happen in reality
Children mowed by buses
With such brilliant brutality

What matters is what's on air
What makes people jolt
Even at the cost of our senses
Make it appear as a lightning bolt

The child's mother laments
There are close-ups of her lifeless body
That lies now on her father's lap
Does he also consider the parody...

Secret Lives

I fled from these four walls
Hoping to find some solace
From the whining and moaning
I exited with least grace

There on my way
To the ladies restroom
She sat huddled in a corner
In a white and grey gloom

She was intently whispering
And annoyed by my sudden stare
It was her privacy exposed
Even in the momentary glare

It was a relief to see
That emotions still exist
Seeking corners to fit life
That gives it a warped twist

And yet there is no way
To quit the Janus head
I pretend to ignore when I spot her
Towards my duty I tread..

It's Human

To look
through a broken window.. waiting for the sunlight
To see
The pain around, the hatred we incite

To feel
Unwanted, abandoned again and again
To want
To be held and loved in new ties woven

To think
Of ways of making life more worth living
To evolve
only to return, there is no forgiving

To create
a space to call as your own
To walk
along the crevasses, all alone

To live
a normal life, through valleys and plains
To sleep
Eternally and dream of Siberian cranes

Nearing the End

Can you hear it.. so loud and clear
The defeaning sound of the lull
Like the fish that helplessly falls silent
On spotting the swooping seagull

The end is always close
Just around the corner for most
But it always finds reason to step away
To stand in another corner, but not lost

But that's what is so appealing
In a human touch, in a child's smile
Dreams, desires and aspiration stand rock solid
In an existence that really is so fragile

But is the end the end alone
Is there really no further to go
That's a question so frequently asked
Yet there is no way to know

Many a loved ones have known the end
I hear them telling me when I weep
Yet when I see, they cease to exist
To tell me how peacefully I can sleep..

Little Things

I hate all these little things
That stick out their pesky faces
Capable of huge potential harm
Even if its someone’s untied laces

Little things and I
Don’t really get along
They don’t deserve a poem
But I cannot not sing a song

You know the way they stick
Right in the middle of fond memories
Exactly like a muddied pothole
On an snowy virgin territory

Little things can change quick
Turning my life by an eternity
An incorrect spelling or even a typo
Calls out exclamations on other’s brevity

Bigger things make my life
Judge me and my true potential
They make me think, instigate me even
They make people small or influential

Little things are of no good use
They are just meant to be
My fretting and fuming doesn’t change a thing
They continue to laugh with all their glee

One Beautiful Night

I lie here like I did in my dream every night
On a bed of icy sleet and snow
Dreams and memories drape me on the way
As I make my way unhurriedly below..

A pair of Siberian storks fly away
Startled, perhaps by my resolution’s might
We head into our opposite directions
Me to the dark, them to the white

I take my mind away from them
And indulge in some brilliant reconstruction
On nights wasted seeking questions in the cosmos
On days utilized for unintelligible production

On moments of sheer despair and fright
And those of undiluted humiliation
All of them and others that triggered
The need for this solemn jubilation

And that’s when I rethink on why I’ m here
Why the brilliant sky had been beckoning
Faces long lost, long forgotten emerge
Some smiling from the distance, some reckoning

I’m almost at the end now
There is no more room to deliberate
I stretch out my arms, a final time
And embrace… a long-awaited and cold, silence…

Wednesday 15 April 2009

Blast from the Past

A recurrent thought, I have been intending to post my earlier writings in this blog to maintain an alternate diary of my thought process. Are you prepared for an excess?

Impact

One of those occasions when
Life went into slow motion
Pausing and rewinding
With unbearable anticipation

I turned my face and braced
With fear and shock
But time came to a standstill
To stare me in the face and mock

With every passing second
The tension continued to mount
I could feel frustration
As I the seconds, I ceased to count

After almost an eternity
The ear-piercing impact sounded
And with all my courage I turned
To face the reality confounded

There it lay motionless
As if the moment had never been
There was sorrow, despair and memories
The last of glassware I had seen...

Tuesday 14 April 2009

Ray of Hope

A single ray of sunlight streams in through my window,
Brightening up a small oval part of the marble floor

Even as I watch, I feel the warmth permeate
Spilling over to my thoughts with an effect immediate

I watch the patterns of dust rising to the sky
Every little speck joins in tandem without a question why

I take a step into the light, feeling strong and tall
It is so easy to give into life, not so bad after all

Monday 13 April 2009

The Quest

There’s a word too many in my head
Mixing up black facts and fantasy red
I wish there was more clarity instead

Sitting at my desk I wonder where I’m lost
Letting imagination free at sanity’s cost
To seek a secret treasure that I need the most

Images of faraway lands fill up my mind
Of known faces from a past life and smiles kind
But in that sandy land, I cannot my treasure find

My mind heads for a sea of green
The branches and bushes I do preen
Flowers are many and so are the thorns, I wean

Tired, I look up at the towering sages
Their icy heads observing the world for ages
Surely they know of the treasure beyond the mind’s cages

I walk on alone braving their strong icy reprimand
With every step my mind does strength command
I reach their gates at last, an answer to demand

The sages know well the reason for my quest
They have no answer despite my repeated behest
A familiar voice distract my search, I must rest

I intend to return to the wilderness again
Undertake some more journeys, some more pain
With the hope that this time, it shall not be in vain

That was simple

Having cleared my dashboard of every past element.. I was ready to start afresh. Only when I initiated the process of creating a new blog did I ponder on the biggest challenge that I was faced with! Finding name. With all possible combinations of intellegent and not-so-intellegent words already used as blog names, I really was stuck. But then, a challenge cannot be passed for the lack of words! Certainly not by me. It struck me then that everyone logging on to create a blog must have treaded the same lines of thought and forgone the simplest options! Within three guesses, I was proven right. As the name suggests, life can be, far too simple, no?