Thursday, April 27, 2017

Game of Cards



Three players shuffled cards for life.

One; able, won all the rounds.

Two; blindly played hoping to win.

Three; unable and aware, will never win,

Kept playing, fetching only spare points.


                            


Saturday, November 26, 2016

Last night I died, my soul cried 
Can I be Jesus and reincarnate? 
My men need me, the young and the old.
Many have tried to kill me, 
They impaired my brain, 
My rugged soul stayed intact.
Last night, my soul quivered,
The threat of my one man being no man
You can do what they couldn't 
Blemish my skin, soul and gray matter.

My love, Just look around me,
I'm in a black hole, I have no escape 
My hands are free, but no anchor can save me
My voice is loud, but no ears can hear me 
I see you, bright and vivid... 
I see your stretched hand, I see your antsy eyes 
But you cannot hear me, you cannot see me
Your eyes seek me, your loved ones seek u
I fear I will pull you down,
Into my black hole, a dearth of no return.
Yet my heart yearns,
Find me, oh my love, please find me
Hold my hand
Careless my hair
Forgive my fretful cribbing
And preserve me in your warmth
I will cry, I will whine, I will bicker
Hold me tight and not let me go 
Or I will die, my soul will wither. 


Thursday, November 24, 2016

Thanksgiving 2016

Thank you for that sun that rose in the west,
Showed me all the stars hidden in the east.
Thank you for that moon shining in the north  
Refrains my serotonin from going to the south. 
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Yellow corridor

The corridor was long and yellow,
With red doors on either sides,
Each one opened to a unique story

At 5'3", she stood short, shrunk 
Gazing at him walking away.
His maroon shirt and black backpack,
Blanketed his heavy, ponderous heart.
The one she knew had room for her. 

It is only a few hours and
He would be back
She could write, read and learn
Or she could take care of a child
She had resources to pass the time,
It is only a few hours after all.
Yet, she knew....
One day he would walk that corridor 
The same yellow long one with red doors
And she would stand there, short and shrunk
Not knowing if he would be back.

What would she do?
When uncertainty persists,
She might diminish to infinity,
She might recoil to detonate
Or she might prosper and thrive,
To become the queen of the castle.

Right now, it is only a few hours
And he will be back,
Clad in his maroon shirt and bearing a light backpack. 

Monday, July 11, 2016

Love and friendship

Watching Love and Friendship with only 3 other people in the theatre than us... A rough morning with "whatsapp trolling" hopefully will be made up with the movie!!! Phew...! 

When love is lost, seek friends! 

Monday, July 4, 2016

In Geetha

I perused the stanzas of "Geetha" one after the other,
Fervently seeking the mastery of "I".
Searching the answers I seek,
Striving to crack His code
Being my own scout in espionage.

Neither need I attain Brahma nor undying gaiety.
All I whim is a good night sleep,
With my senses not at the land of risen sun
Following an eensy ray of sunlight to
To ebb my vitamin D deficiency.
No! I do not have rickets,
Just the cognitive infirmities that come with it.

Frantic, I read as many pages as I could.
Oh Krishna, I wondered, is it my naviety or the author's brevity
That's making these chapters arduous?

At last night, as my weary self catnapped 
Ears still alert for the buzzing of a note.
He came to me, He came to me!
"Oh Krishna, my Lord, what took you so long", I whined.

Wasn't my devotion ardent?
Weren't my payers loud, my rituals right
Or is it that my flowers weren't bright?
Bless me the answers I seek, I cried.

"I beg thee my lord! Please tell me, please tell me"
"Let me sleep tonight, as calm as my Child next to me".

"Is my agony the reward I bidded"? 
"My lord, kanaiya, I plead thee, Save me!

"Do not cry my Child", He said...
"You are the answers your seek"

Mystified, I opened my eyes, tearful as ever.
Oh lord, you left me awake, 
how many more restive nightfalls shall I endure,
To discern these answers you left unanswered!








Saturday, July 2, 2016

That big water falls

If I gather all the tears I cry for you,
And convene all the ache I cannot eschew,
I can lay out a colossal water fall,
So monumental, it will put Chutes de Khones to shame.
I wish to drown deep into it, never to
Be on your face again, never to 
Crawl on your brain again. 
Yet, deep in the darkness of repose 
when water fills my nostrils & 
lungs gasp for oxygen, 
Before ears go numb,  
Before I sink back up,
And after the colors start to fade,
Alas, The heart will wish against all my wills,
To be seen by you, to be held to safety by you.
If you appear, do not take me home.
Ride with me there where I wish to be-
In the land of the rainbows and the reindeers.
There I go, deluded by my weary sanity Again!
I do know, I do know. 
You wouldn't come.... You cannot come....
You are at a chateau, far far away where
Bedrooms are furnished with roses and tulips
Living room adorned with sweet candies and unicorns.
Then some orchids and cacti fill the empty spaces.
You are there, your abode, too far away,
The thick white walls immune to the whomping of the falls.








Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Will there be a day?

Will there be a day again, when I skim 
Through 1000 faces & catch a glimpse of u?
Will there be a day again, when
We wake up from our realities & I'm beside you?
Will there be a day again, when 
I stare into the empty walls, too shy to meet your eyes?
Will there be a day again, when
You ploy a skillful deceit for me to
fall in love FOR you. 
Will there be a day again, when I slip deep
Into your chest and weep vehemently?
Will there be a day again, when I hold
Tight to your arms, not to let go again?
Will there be a day...ever...when 
With arms around your neck,
fingers running through your hair,
Drenching you in my tears,
I get to tell you... I get to tell you...
Do not worry, my love...
You haven't hurt me much.
You haven't hurt me much... Only as much as I love you!



Monday, June 27, 2016

Mulberries

I sit under this tree, the name of which I do not know,
The shadows so soothing and healing.
Birds chirruping all around,
tiny worms nourishing on fallen fruits. 
The fruits resemble mulberry, 
Like the ones I saw on my uncle's
Neighbor's terrace when I was young, 
So young that I hadn't 
Started bleeding.
So young that butterflies were just insects
And Chikkus were just fruits... 
How I wish I was there!
On that terrace, my tongue purple
From nibbling the mulberries
Will the bridge I see ahead of me,
Take me there, where I want to be.
Where I can twirl and twirl in my 
Red long skirt, never to lose a step, 
The merry land with sweet ripe berries.


Friday, June 24, 2016

Nothing Land

I wish I go on a trip, far far away
Into a mythical mystical island
Where there is no love
Where there is no warmth
Where there is no dismay
Where there is no fright 
Where heart knows nothing 
Nothing here, nothing there, nothing everywhere. 
Where trees sparkle like Amethysts
Where wild fruits sate my appetite 
Where limpid streams keep me content
Where I need nothing, but nothings.
I wish to go on a trip, far far away!