Wordless in time
Monday, September 18, 2023
The Wandering Songs
Tuesday, April 4, 2023
Tiny Love Story
You still don’t get it, do you? How I live a love story with you in it. Well, I didn’t need you to know what love is, yet, on a velvet blue night, I catch myself thinking about the possibilities that might emerge had you known. The brief magic that connected us, you might have long forgotten; I carry it in my memory like a piece of potpourri.
Saturday, April 1, 2023
Untitled
Sunday, March 26, 2023
An Incomplete Love Story?
I sit to write about love
Thursday, August 18, 2022
I Miss Me
There she stands,
behind the veil, quieter than her shadow
Watching the end
walk away into the twilight horizon.
The day announces
reality to be a grey pretense
As the
meaningless night descends on my window.
She loves the
hide and seek as I grow tired
Every dream
abandoned by the bed-side table.
Like the broken
promises that lit the false sky
I have failed
myself many times over.
My mute voice
begs to call her one last time
To lose myself
just one more time in her fragrance.
The sparkling
laughter refuses to acknowledge my today
My thirst for an
ounce of faith vanishes unrequited.
She was the hero
of my story You forgot to narrate
The storm
strangled like the brown letters under the pillow.
The mirror mocks
at my reflection that is You
As I wait to be
abandoned by a flood of memories.
Her voice flows
through my veins as a map
Of the journeys I
pretended to have forgotten.
Happiness, as it
is, seldom looks different
This time she
shall not fool me into servitude.
The clocks mutters
under its breath
How time has conned
us with a lie.
On the edge of
submission I attempt one last time
Waiting for my
truth to atone the frivolity of defeat.
Who says flight
of freedom is what everyone seeks?
Monday, April 18, 2022
It's Painstakingly Good!!
I cracked the 'Dard' code. No doubt Hindi movies pay regular tribute to the D-word. If you do not know what Dard means, it's the lyrical Hindi equivalent of 'Pain', silly! And why am I romanticising pain? For all its worth, pain can lay grounds for choice of reactions. Creative genius to tsunami of compassion to apathetic cruelty, pain has mothered these and many more. More reason for the movies to weave eloquence on where pain hits and does what thereafter. To back my argument, I am the living testimonial. Many are aware that I suffer from one of the base models of auto-immune diseases, Rheumatoid Arthritis. Not grand nor glamorous like its other cousins. By now, even the worst math minds would have figured, why all the pain similes? And when it arrives, all the body can sing is 'Tumse miley dil mein uthey dard karaara...". Ouch! This Dard is Karaara. Karaara = Crisp. Indeed, crisp it is!
Thursday, February 3, 2022
Pretty Lies
Facts fight the lies they chose as their King
Crown adorns the heads that praises sing.
They know not the language of toil
Blind egos blight the level playing soil.
Soulless laughter that deserves no audience
Love they receive can trounce any conscience
The 9 to 5 man shudders at the realization
His precious values are irrelevant in Banana Nation.
Acrid air chokes the lungs and fuels the pocket
This is where the Zombies outrun the prophet.
A news a day to toy with our time
To not be a brown-nose is the crime.
The race is on, the mind is gone
Rats fight the battle; the war long won.
The battered one walk back to the cages
Maps to freedom were on the lost pages.
Ashen faces that fail to justify the end
Do not look for excuse to stab your friend.
Sky accepts defeat, it has nowhere to hide
Cloud smirks, it now knows to take a side.
The lost bird cannot return home
My God seeks a new tomb.
The masks that hid the pretty lies
Endure ignominy as cruelty flies.
The pauper poet tears sheet after sheet
Of ballets on Romeos forlorn on love street.
Destinations merge and lose their address
Anchorless lust for everything survives, nonetheless.