Monday, December 28, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
I cannot claim to be a voracious reader. But I do justice enough to call reading an interest, and have come so far as to have nutured a palate for such writing that is simple enough to implant in me a bit of the story itself.
I live in a collective of my own worlds, built from silly tales of speaking animals and impressive characters from my favourite stories. I live in the descriptive smells of cauldrons boiling with soup and the verbose narrations of the market place of suburban mumbai.I can hear the sounds when I read - be that Noddy's toy car or the brutal beating cracked down on a wife. My chest explodes with breath, as the words unravel before my eyes.
I see every scene as a page out of a writer's book. As if it was her creation and her painting. As if it took birth in text, in slanted cursive writing on yellowing parchment, that was tied into a bundle with some coir rope and abandoned into a corner to gather sweet smelling dust.And when I see it, murky at first and vivdly later,it all looks so unreal. So evasive.Yet enticing enough to beckon me to live in it. And so I do. Live each scene from my life like a chapter from a story that I did not pen. I feel philosophical in one sense. As if I have just conjured up my own theory of life. And then it runs away- my theory- skimpers away like a rabbit, closes itself like touch-me-not even before I reach it.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
My fingers have been itching to post something in here. Ever since I got married. Phew!!!finally!! It was not that difficult. Pretty matter of fact ain't it? Everyone gets married. And so did I.
My thoughts are still hazy. But my emotions are not. And I will let them flow. I won't keep them bottled any more.
Suddenly I feel disjoint,
I feel scattered up in pieces,
Some parts fresh, and some foiled,
I'm finally out of recess.
I don't want to pick up my past,
I will just let it be,
I knew those days would never last,
And sometime I will break free.
And now the time has come,
And you have given me your hand,
With you, I've made my run,
To embark upon your sands.
And you welcome me with warmth,
And that I did not own before,
Suddenly I am swarmed,
And you begin to heal my sores.
It is for this I have waited,
Waited for ever now,
For the winds I have waited,
To come and teach me love.
And though I feel disjoint,
I feel I am born,
And now I find the point,
That I have missed this long.
And you take me in your arms,
And we prepare to fly,
I want to break into a dance,
I love to be your wife.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Now I can read the expressions,
Now, after all this time, I can see,
Them brim with with expectation.
I know this is a new phase now,
And there is a different beauty,
And I see it though I don't know how,
I can see it though I'm not so free.
I'm unsure how much my shoulders will bear,
I'm unsure how much I will strain,
But suddenly now I've begun to care,
For a trace of a smile, no matter frail.
It's all so different now,
And I'm not even sure how I feel,
Events will turn though I don't know how,
And I cease to be free.
But still there is pleasure of a sort,
Or am I just trying to cheat me?
I cannot tell my way in the dark,
Yet I feel I can see.
And that is what drives me on,
And that is how I face the day,
And that is why I'm ready for the dawn,
And and pick my shaky way.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
For all I have is words,
So many from the past,
I do not have to search.
The tears they now flow free,
The tears - flood me,
Just come down like a mound,
Bringing down with it me.
I was a strong girl once,
Twas something of a pride,
Now for no apparent reason,
Tears well up in my eyes.
And all I have now,
Are just empty empty words,
Once they meant a lot,
Some smiles and a dash of dirt.
They come pouring out of me,
Like the tears from my eyes,
Free flowing words and water,
But where to go from there?
Orphaned, unclaimed, they stay,
To stagnate and and be forgot,
Expect to go as quite as they came,
But leave a messy blotch.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Dead in the middle of the night
Just one thought in my head,
Just one vision holding my sight.
There was this cupboard at home,
A 'meat safe' it was called,
And my oh my it had borne,
The best food that I can think of.
So this night it was a chocolate wafer,
That came to me in my dream,
And that was a juicy offer,
More true than it could seem.
I tip toe in the sleeping house,
Under the night bulb fighting dark,
I can work quite as a mouse,
And will be done in a spark.
In the dark the meat safe stands,
Throwing an admirable silhoutte,
Like a beach with golden sands,
And on my mission I'm all set.
I'm in the midst of a killer life,
And thats why I steal by night,
I'm on a pathetic diet,
And on my way to becoming light.
So I open the safe with trembling hands,
To be transported to cookie land,
I bend and reach out to the jar,
But oh my! I'm terribly far!
It seems like I have a battle,
Before I reach my pot of treasure,
So I prepare for war- horse and saddle,
Ready to take on adventure.
Wonder who my enemy was?
A reptile particularly unlucky with beauty,
In complete violation of nature's laws,
Sat there guarding my booty.
Ugly eyes blink at me,
No fear, valiant warrior,
Enough courage to make me freeze,
That unsightly large lizard!
Well now thats his home,
And he does not move,
My legal skills I'm soon to hone,
And that battle I will not lose.
I sit preparing for an eviction proceeding,
The first of such in history,
My resolve ever increasing,
Against the lizard- to rise in victory.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Right! So the new year came, and is still fairly new to warrant the term. Neither did I die nor go into deep slumber in the last few months that I have not been actively blogging. Its also not the lack of inspiring subjects to write on nor the absence of those who inspire me to write.
That clarified, my fortune on Orkut reads some what as such : "Its better to fight and lose rather than not fight at all. " Theoretically, I'm a subscriber to the view and a proud one at that. But all this optimism is too blinding at times.
When my morale took a plunge for the infinity plus infinity th time last week, I came up with a piece of rhyme, I revelled in. But on hind sight, I thought it was too cynical a post to begin the year with, and hence it was trashed.
I was at a temple yesterday, where Andal Kalyanam was performed. Offerings had overflowed, and the sweets that caught my attention were a part of that excess. My reflex thought was about how I could I needed to use no stealth in polishing off that unattended temptation. And I wanted to write.
The other day, I was executing for the umpteenth time of my life a weight loss plan. I happened to notice enthusiastic joggers on the newly built flyover on G.N.Chetty Road. Amused, I decided to blog. That never happened.
I don't know if its coincidental that what I plan never happens and what happen's is usually what I've never planned. But its rather disturbing. So this year, I'm deciding to be open, not expect my plans to work, and still enjoy what eventually works. The decision is like my orkut fortune. And lets see how far I get!