Friday, January 31, 2014

Vengeance.

Poor You!
Don't loose your sleep over her;
She hasn't lost her mind
... just yet.
Nor will She spends sleepless nights
For nothing.

What's the use of mourning
her seemingly restless soul-
For she is at peace with The Self;

She does what She does
Not for anyone- least you;
but for a bigger cause-
Insignificant to the rest.

For when they all wake up,
They'd realize, 
She was just being
Constructively Vengeful!

Friday, March 22, 2013

A fairy tale

To some world, an embodiment of strength
to another, arrogance.
No one knows my story,
the wounds or scars, I carry.

I don't speak of myself;
or what hurdles, curves and bends
I've been through
Because life is a journey and I'm yet to reach the end.

I however can't escape
the fact that I'm talked about;
Thus, the scrutiny of the ways of my life.
Oh! My small world.

The word then makes its rounds
Of the barriers overcame, and the perceived contributions;
Small acts of kindness, I believe-
"It's a fairy tale" is the comment.

I'd never play victim,
I don't like being one.
I'd rather die fighting for what's mine
By merit not con.

I don't believe in taking hostage,
My sweet revenge,
lies in the success I don't talk about;
And you are too blind to see!


Dated, 31-7-99.


Opening a book,
Looking for something...

I happen to stumble upon
a letter... from my father.
Dated, 31-7-99.
Now it's 2013
more than a decade had passed
I thought...

Then I sat down to read it,
word by word, line by line
As if rewinding
the hands of time.

Pa, the feelings you felt then,
Are frozen right in front of me
How do I care if things have changed?
I love it that I know
What they once had been.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Melancholy and The Senses

I'd give anything
Just anything
For the sea of green hills
that stretches as far as the eye could reach
And the cotton candied clouds
swimming over my head
in the bright blue sky above

I'd give anything
Just anything
For the rainbow
that seems to emerge from my garden
after the rain
And the bright yellow sunset
which quietly goes but to return the next evening.

I'd give anything
Just anything
For the rain that falls
on the tin roofs
for the musical extravaganza
And the wind that blows softly
to tell me I'm alright.

I'd give anything
Just anything
For the sweet smell of pine
in the shadow of which as a child I used to play
And the whiff of fermented fish or soyabean
being prepared as I pass by the lanes
I so am at home.

I'd give anything
Just anything
For the sweet and sour fruits
that herald the change
of every season
And the taste I have acquired
for the beautifully bland assortment.

I'd give anything
Just anything
For the humility and calm I feel
To the touch of my father's wrinkled skin
And the sense of achievement I see
in my parents' eyes
Every time I return.

I'd give anything
Just anything
For the love that's expressed
not through words,
but deeds
Of the bright faces that glow
for the most part that I'm not around

I'd give anything
Just anything
For the long winding roads that take me to places
where I am most happy
just to have been spotted.
And thus, the melancholy of it all
Keeps me close to my home.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Vultures

The picnic is over
What's left they've already packed,
Cleared and covered
Now's the time for vultures...
Vultures of a different kind.
They'll swoop from up down under
They'll try the pieces to recover
To reconstruct
The meal that was served earlier
If only they could find just a bite...
Just the one bite, that's all they look for
Vultures of a different kind.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Do you feel Alienated?


We were asked politely
Or otherwise all the time,
"Do you feel you are being alienated?"
If we feel we were, even if
For the slightest bit that you've thought of,
Weren't you supposed to be knowing it already?

We've lived all along together till now
Knowingly and aware of a fact,
That if it is such a hard thing to be accepted and not be "the other",
Why create more hassle than what already had been?
We'd mind our own business and do things our way,
We are open to do business, you'd just have to say.

In order not to offend or make much of a noise
We decided to carry on living as per our choice
We have even shared our soul food
With those who readily accepted us
In the very odd of places,
You would not dare imagine.

For those who accepted us freely and willingly
They'd never, for sure,
Feel the urge to ask such questions
For they know for a fact
That it's not without a reason
Why "They" can't be "We" if only, one is open.

And now you come forward
To ask: If we feel alienated ...
Why not, in the first place?
"Introspect"! Look into yourself and ask
Have we tried to come out and accept them anyway?
The answer lies there!.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

We never said good bye my friend.

We never said goodbye my friend,
You and I.
You left me behind in this life,
Having to deal with it.

You left behind a sea of friends
Who love and admire you,
Not to forget your family
Whose life surely is hollow without you.

You would have turned older my friend,
Like all of us should;
But you wouldn't have to my friend
Because we never said good bye,
You and I.

.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Why Look for a Connection?

Are we that insecure?
Do we really think the world recognizes us,
Through those that have long gone from us;
Not knowing how to care about us
Because,
We never have crossed their minds?

What thoughts do they spare about us?
Also, why should they care?
They live in the present,
Why should we resent?

Can't we be proud of who we are?
What we could achieve within our reach, not far.
Living in the present, not in the past
There are more mortals far deserving
The Harping
Than those we can't see, but admire.

If we could just open our eyes now,
And see that none of that telling matters.
Ho!
We would be judged by none other,
But the ones we think
Less matter.

Wake up!
The world doesn't want to know
How or why
A lost link,
Could to a country bring,
So much of an importance.

Tell me! ... Are we that spineless and inferior,
That we'd always have to look for
"A connection"
To prove that we matter?

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Fire

Why on earth do we think,
Fire always burns?
Is this what inhibits
Our mortal fear,
Or just
Something we were told?

Have we even for a second
Stop to think about-
A life without it?
Would we be living the same
Life of comfort, life with ease,
Had it not been for "Fire"?

Have we ever considered
The other untold side
Of how gentle and kind,
Ever caring and giving,
Fire, amongst all
As a source could be?

Come to think,
It's just fair for It be a source
That inspires metaphors-
Of love, passion, anger, pain and angst
For it sure would Burn,
If not handled carefully.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

It's about time

It's about time
We have faith
It's about time
We talk about faith
I was once asked,
What do you believe in?
HOPE or FAITH?
My answer, with a reason...

Hope, I don't.
It only makes me appear weak
Faith, believe i do
It's the one thing that makes me
strong,

To fight for what I believe in
To visualize things differently
To grow as long as I shall live
To revert the impossibilities
To accept what others call "Change"

For with it,
I don't stop and wait for things to happen
I strive towards making them happen
the way I wanted them to.
That one fine day
I'd look back and say...
Faith! you see?

I don't hope things happen
I have faith that they will happen
For that to be so,
There at least, would have been
One human, one soul.
Who'd have had
The same faith that I do.
That changes would happen
and She if not He,
would have worked and contributed
towards a cause, a change;
with a "human touch".

It's the one thing you see,
That drives you and me
For without faith,
Nothing moves!
No driving force to compel us.
For we'd be happy to wait
and contribute to crowd
An Audience:
That's just too scared to move
to find for Itself
what's beyond the Present.

Faith, Thus!