Thursday, October 17, 2013

Blue

 
 
Blue sky...
Blue ties...
Blue floor...
Blue mind...

Blue hope...
Blue life..
Blue clothes...
Blue valentine!

Blue sea...
Blue flower..
Blue sense..
Blue power!

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Frames


Out from the oven


Last known surroundings



A lot of reshuffling is going on—with objects...life...my chair facing the sun—the pens drinking ink—the table kept assorted with things that I would usually need --cups, tea, kettle, pen, papers...—the only clutter being the papers---torn, assorted, rough edged---and a plan in head—that’s fancy life for me—being in a room of thoughts—bringing observations back home.

Out there is noise...unbearable to my ears -- so I fill them with music--with sounds I wish to hear--and then there are days when I try the sun..the voices...but the definition of what's interesting in THEM fades for me...it's like a chance...and howsoever..how many CHANCES you give to people---it's all about them failing you or you failing them--- what you always come back to ...is you...!

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Quintessential contrast

Somebody has to be insignificant...
to know the significance of something!!

Somebody has to be wrong...
to know what right is!!

Someone has to be shallow in approach...
to know what depth in life means.

Something has to be meaningless..
to know the real meaning--

Somebody has to be hated...
to know what love is...

Somebody has to be a devil...
to find out angels in life!

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

I



I'm not what I was...
I won't be what I am...

Time will change me...
I'll come out of this cocoon
Like a butterfly..

I'll live my days...
And peacefully die
My grave being the flower..
Whose nector I sip everyday.

I am not what I was...
I won't be what I am.

Monday, July 22, 2013

Like Starlight into Day




 
It couldn’t be a better morning—
It is a beautiful one.

When the filtered sun rays…
Pass through the curtains
and fall on your face!

When the chirping of birds
wakes you up;
And not the alarm
that you would put on snooze in no time...

That you woke without any efforts…
But by the efforts of the nature!


It couldn’t be a better morning—
It is a beautiful one.


Sunday, July 21, 2013

Sparkle and Fade



I have seen...
a day with stars,
a night with the sun...
someone walking on the water...
and dancing in the sky!

I have heard---
the voice of the breeze...
the sound of the sea--
and the music of the night.

I am afraid of this universe absorbing me at times--
I wish to absorb it!
I have befriended silence--
because I have realized...
Realized that people drift away..
they may or may not be there--
but this silence--
will unwind---
Unwind my questions from this alter space!!

Thursday, July 18, 2013

The GREEN of the leaf and the BROWN of the earth


Tell me a story...
A story of the green of the leaf and the brown of the earth!
How they met?
Was the fall of the leaf worth it?
Wasn't she scared?
Wasn't she hurt?
Hurt to detach herself from her branches...
And stay grounded forever!


Tell me a story...
A story of the green of the leaf and the brown of the earth!
How the earth knew that she was the one?
How was he so patient?
Patient to wait...
To give the leaf her time!


Tell me a story...
A story of the green of the leaf and the brown of the earth!
And then I would know...
Know that the unreal real
Exists around me!
 


Monday, July 15, 2013

IS MILK AN ORGAN?




IS MILK AN ORGAN?


That’s a strange title for anything for that matter—but what if someone’s questions keep floating in your head, what if there’s no respite from them! 

So, last night, in my sleep I saw a banner which read “IS MILK AN ORGAN”. I clearly remember it was written in red with a white background.

What lead to this is another story I couldn’t stop myself from narrating to the world and my compulsive desire to keep it in a blog so that it stays forever--what if my kids ask me the same question 7-8 years from now. 

Long story short

How you imagine a Sunday with a good old friend?

It’s good and old because we are qualified to discuss any mess in this world, we can nicely take each other for granted, you talk- don’t talk the connection never breaks. 

Before I start ripping him off,  I wish to acknowledge the fact that I know of what I know when it comes to the latest IT advancements because of him-with all due credits. I would have not been able to survive in this world of technology had my nerd friend not been around.

Sorry for the divergence-so the Sunday plan with this friend was to catch up for a lunch. I very unlike myself reached dot on time, he didn’t show up. And in no time the agreed upon meeting time changed—moreover the place changed. 

Anybody doing that to me would have got themselves killed, but there’s nothing much I could do here.
Since I was supposed to treat him, could notice that unusual glow on his face. He was more at ease- was the first one to order—well, if you are on the treating side, you notice the gestures nicely.

After we ordered came the regular question—

So, how’s life?

Now, there’s a difference when a friend asks you how’s life and when a good old friend asks you how’s life.
With a friend, the answer is- It’s good, couldn’t be awesome!!

With a good old friend it’s a conversation starter- it means tell me everything that’s going on lately with no pretentions.

He shared his bit, I shared mine but he stole my thunder with his revelation for sure.

After that we both went to a bookstore. 

There’s nothing as fancy as a good bookstore, I guess for both of us!

I’m certainly not dwindling from the topic of how “Milk is an Organ” came into picture.

I’m just very close to that moment which shatters all your scientific beliefs.

So, I and my dear friend got into a small chat.

He has a special interest in biological sciences.  By that I mean that he was amongst those students who never wanted to know the difference between mitosis and meiosis, who would always be asked to stand outside the class by their biology teacher. In short, he not knows anything about it.

But a mind wanders, you can’t stop that, a thinker will think and though his software logic is ten on ten, the logic of life science is a mere one. 

A leap into the past

My friend had a query on cannibalism last time we met and I remember he showered some questions on me. That was one heavy shower- I’m still not out of the flood (exaggerating).


Questions
  1. What is cannibalism?

I told him the definition but as a proof searched it down and this was it “one individual of a species consuming all or part of another individual of the same species as food, including sexual cannibalism”.
His next question,

2. Is shark eating fish cannibalism?

          No, it’s not love, I replied.

      3. Is any fish eating any fish cannibalism?

And my head starts spinning from here, I had answers, I knew I was right but at times it's difficult to give a valid explanation. I didn't have one that very moment.

I could half convince him on what is cannibalism. I do not mean to demoralize his inquisitiveness, I so appreciate it, but I realized I’ll lose what I know if I would start this interrogation.

Let's come back to the bookstore.

We were having a small laugh on his last time conversation and he says, “You won’t believe but I have another query”!

I wasn’t startled; I knew it would be something that would blow my mind away.

And he asked, 

“IS MILK AN ORGAN”?

Holy cows, I remember just looking at him for 5 seconds.

“No, it’s not. A gland produces it. It better be not an organ”, I replied.

Hmm, I guess he got me, comes another one.

“Ok, tell me, is eating your own hair cannibalism?”

No, it’s not.

But, how can it not be, the definition itself says that eating a part of your own body is cannibalism.

Well, that had some point but I just left it there and then. I knew it was not cannibalism just like the fact that MILK is not an ORGAN.

I promised him I would search for a valid answer with references and I thanked him for the fact that he always had interest in the field of IT. 

 I thank God that he never became a biologist because if he would have:

  • Human male chromosome would have been renamed from XY to YY
  • Mitosis/Meiosis would have had a spin
  • Cell cycle would have been questioned till eternity
Like they say, 

Some things just happen for good.

It surely does!

Oh, and the answer that I promised him here it goes:

Eating one’s own hair/nails is not cannibalism. Fingernail-biting that develops into fingernail-eating is a form of pica (which means an appetite for substances largely non-nutritive may include dead vestial body parts). Other forms of pica include the compulsion of eating one's own hair, which can form a hairball in the stomach.

PS-It’s a question answer session I’ll always remember.

Monday, July 8, 2013

Qualia



Dawn breaks--
Into the emerald-kissed lake...
Swaying to the summer madness...
Trying to find out a secret!
Secret of the delicious berries,
that are ripening across the border


Who’s prayers are answered?
The doves are asking each other!
The lyrical verses of the poem—
That HE writes on a night lit with stars…


I on the other hand..
See the day transcending.
The fond memory,
of that somebody ..
that a song brought to me!
I close my eyes and hear him..
His hush in my ears…
He opening his mouth
To exchange the un-exchanged words---


Opening my eyes..
I wake up to another day..
Imagine….
I was Imagining this setup..
Of words…
people..
white doves..
In my otherwise black life!

The Yellow Spot on that White Daisy



Sunlight
just like the yellow spot
on that white daisy

Strange happiness---
Mystical chaos...
Like you'd want somebody 
to interpret it for you

But you leave it..
Right there at the back of your mind!

It's been a few blissful days..
Blissful like the yellow spots
that rest on the white daisies!

Monday, July 1, 2013

Have You Passed Through This Night?


Lights, 
Flickering everywhere!
People swaying their heads--
to music--
each other---
Many of them lost,
I see they don't know anything
about their existence,
their heartbeats!
The basic question that I ask myself everyday...
Why I am living?
I doubt they ask this to themselves!


They seem like enjoying---
but I know it’s fake.
From their faces---
From a distance,
I can dive in deep into them...
I know I am attempting to---
come closer;
Closer to my findings---


Answers that I seek everyday--
It’s hard---
hard to find anything in a hollow tunnel--
It’s a black hole...
absorbing all of them with its enormous gravity...
and I can't do anything...
I am just a mere spectator
 They hear music…
I enjoy the sound that every instrument makes.
They dance to the beats…
I let my soul do that!


I slowly walk away---
from the sounds…
people…
music…
In a quest of my answers...
that I hope this life would let me witness.
In search of that somebody who would feel the same...
As I do not see…
or know of anyone…
who possibly could!
Hope keeps me going…
Everywhere!

Sunday, June 23, 2013

So much...So Less---


  So much...
So less..
So less 
    So much--

If I become content...
I am uneasy...
When I am easy..
I am scared!!

My wants are in excess..
and I see shortage..
of time and space--
and yet I never wish--
never wish to settle down for less!

Life is larger...
larger than you think it is---
and my canvas is full of colors..
I can never draw an object---
it's a vivid imagery in my head...

Love...
if you watch closely---
that's the common element---
that we all are searching for---
in our work...
in people we meet...
it's the never ending end...
it's the new beginning!

So much
So less...
So less 
So much!!




Monday, June 17, 2013

You lost the starlight in your eyes

In that space ---everything is possible!


That instance
when you didn't listen to your conscience--
that exists in a parallel alterspace
walking with you 
like your shadow..

That day--
when you felt--
this is what is right--
and you did not caress
the thought in your mind

That spur of a moment--
when you were in love..
and you did not approach..
the one--
because your ego did not let you
hear the music in your heart..

It is that, that very day
that you lost the starlight in your eyes!

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Ah Rain!!



And suddenly..
when you hate the creepy feeling--
of sweat--
people fainting--
heat waves--
ineffective air conditioning
glasses of cold water - no respite
Angst on everyone around..
HE bestows you with joyous showers

Monday, June 3, 2013

The Dead Butterfly Collector


time travel---found this in pages!!

I remember--
I was just brushing the dust off..
from old papers--diaries..
Some of the hidden treasures reside in them--
I myself do not dare;
Dare to open them at times--
One such day...
a butterfly fell of my page---


I had given my childhood treasure to somebody...
my collection of butterflies...
I just kept one with me--
At that moment--
it felt right--
To connect to someone--
you give a part of you to them --
in those times--
that was the deepest connection--



Today..
As I see it---
I miss my treasure...
I miss the "Seven" I gave away---
the Eighth is black and dull....


Past told me--never to share in Present!
Present tells me to keep my treasure with myself---
Future --- I don't see it anymore--


I look at the wings...
the delicate black and yellow stripes--
and place my butterfly back;
Safely in the pages--
 

 

Friday, May 31, 2013

Writing

my precious


The moment you write to publicize...
you lose the charm of the pen...
the pen loathes you--
because you are torturing it...
to please others...
the pen wishes to tune itself..
to the beats of your heart...
 
 
The moment you write to boast...
the pages flutter...
they flutter in angst---
because they wish to reveal the unrevealed...
they want the hidden truth to come out...
hidden---inside;
Inside the deepest realms of your heart!!
 
 
The moment you write for somebody---
you lose the art..
because HE bestowed you with this power...
this POWER to communicate to this MEAN world...
through your words..
through your thoughts...
 
 
Write for yourself...
Write to please your own heart...
If that happens...
Everyone would love...
Your words...
Your thoughts!!