The time of my life

What I began my new year with, has transformed. I have written and not published most of my poems since this June, but for the year that is about to end...and the way it has turned out, it demands that I do not end it without a new post. So I decided to, at the least, publish this since I have a feeling that the year 2010 will not get its much deserved extended introspection, which lasts beyond the time I take to write this post! (: P)

A ride through the river of emotions.

A roller coaster of memories.

A sweet and spicy preparation.

After a stimulating conversation with time, 

Spontaneity became the new routine

Experiences became the new friendships

Injuries became the new lessons

Loneliness became the new teacher

Intensity became the new habit

Grey became the new morality

Adulthood became the new compulsion

Exceptions became the new rule

Second chances became the new taboo

Sweat and blood became the new ingredients in 'recipe for success'

Happiness became the new agenda

Peace of mind became the new mandate

Sufficiency became the new satisfaction

'To surrender' became the new 'To control'

'To let go' became the new 'To open new doors'

In short, 

Life became the new resolution...

for the years to come...

Loner's land

Lone and alone
Dead in flesh and bone


Solitary in slumber
though, rolling further.


Lone and alone
A pauper on the throne.
Richer than the other,
stripped like no other.


Crowned with green--
also the colour of jealousy.
Befriended by the herd,
where no voice is heard. 


Compliments himself with ignorance...
...only to surrender to the truth. 
Blows himself away with his thoughts...
...only to wander back to reality.
Gifts himself with convenience...
...only to unwrap his conscience.


He knows in his bones, 
that he has only one thing he owns-
The land of the loner.

Memories

The memory or its memorial.
Which is real?
Cannot decide.


The circumstance or the consequence.
Which is worse?
Cannot decide.


To reminisce or to repudiate.
Which is ideal?
Cannot decide


The experience or the excuses.
What to put first?
Cannot decide.


The instinct or the instability
Which is surreal?
Cannot decide.


The stories or striking them out?
Which is more painful?
When will I decide?

Wandering thoughts

Truth can never be judged.

Nothing lasts forever, even nothing.

Staring into nothingness is a kind of therapy

Leapt. Not pushed.

State of Zero

Come here to me.
come O fleeting rain drop.

Drop on my head
trickle down to my face and
caress my cheek.

I am jumping on my bed
and taking my bike out to race.
I can't mind my feet.

Finger on the lips,not any more...
Homework, not any more...
Play and games galore...

You spoil me...rain
You spoil me with your song:
of the lashing drops on the roof
of the splashing feet on the road
of the sprinkling rain at my window
of the gush of wind that swings my door
of the carefree breeze that tempts me to fly
of the fierce thunder in the sky.

I am coming to catch you...
one day i will.
I am peddling my bike fast, i want to know you
one day i will.

You, I and We

Hours pass.
So do events.
Moments stand still.
Filled with insights—
Reflecting me.
You are my mirror and I am yours.
You are that pond next to the abandoned old house: still, stagnant water showing sharp outlines of me.
You are that pristine blue water in the ocean which caresses the white sands with its waves—telling me a thing or two about how nothing lasts forever.
I hope to be yours too.

Together, we are a tornado.
Picking things around us and transforming them with our colour.
Raw power, aggressive and dirty, I am prepared to get hurt.
 
What is life without the pain?
What is success if one has never seen something go vain?
What is We without You and I?

It's better to be blind than to have eyes that cannot see…
It's better that You be You and I be I, if we cannot risk a We.

Heart held high

Don't give up just yet...

because sometimes lost friendships come back again

because the rose petal in a book is still beautiful, no matter how frail

Don't turn your face away just yet

because every drop of sweat will shine

because its never too late to surpass the lines

Don't drop the hat just yet

because your hope urges someone to hope

because hope gives birth to hope

Don't get scared just yet 

because you can 

Shake the dullness with that laughing thunder

Break the rules and discover what is down 'n' under

I try to live with my heart held high

I try to do things that i would do

if today would be the day i die.

Living the story

Watching a movie and loving it is one thing.
Watching it, downloading its soundtrack and then...
re-living the movie is entirely something else...

Few of my favourite ones are Memoirs of a Geisha, Revolutionary Road, Fountain, Requiem for a dream...and one TV show...mad men!

Circle of opposites

If opposites are taken by their dictionary or largely-accepted meaning, then, in my opinion, 

they give meaning to each other. 

If I didn't know day, how would it ever be night for me?

If I didn't know hate, how would I ever embrace love?

A box defines an 'out-of-the-box'.

Sadness defines happiness.

Togetherness defines loneliness.

Duplicity defines individuality.

Yet, we can define each one on our own terms such that some may not even remain opposites anymore. 

That is what You and Me are ...

We are not the same.

Yet, you define me.

I define you. 

I confuse myself as I think about it more and more. 

green dreams

In search of beauty

In search of the breeze

In search of shade

In search of satisfaction

The road may be rocky

but sometimes, 

nature smiles at you

the sun shines on you

and you are left with memories...

of the cooling wind,

of the peaceful walk...

Of the time, so fluid,

Of the scene, so serene

Isn't 'L-o-v-e' a part of 'e-v-o-l-v-e' ?

We generally (at least most of us) are in a relationship because that person makes us feel special. That person loves the way we are (in most of the cases!). His or her hug is the most comforting and a kiss is the most electrifying. 


But 
Isn't love also about making us a better person? 
Isn't love also about leaving little space for that discomfort without which we will never grow?
Isn't it also about electrifying at least part of our own world that existed before ?
Isn't love also about evolving?


Is it a co-incidence that the first 4 letters of 'evolve' are 'l-o-v-e'?

My own mastercard ad

Pumpkin : 20 rupees.
Veggies: 30 rupees.
Condiments and spices: 15 rupees.

The satisfaction of cooking pumpkin soup for mom: priceless.