Showing posts with label cove. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cove. Show all posts

Thursday, March 5, 2020

Sweet Surrender







Give up!
Trying to fight the great inevitability
of death, pain and loss.
Given in to the memories of yesterday
Crashing into your consciousness
Like waves on a no moon day
Luring you into the bottomless ocean
Why walk on water?
When you can sleep on the ocean floor
Squarepants and what not.

Tuesday, August 6, 2019

Yet.








Attention fellow humans!
We are all caught between that place
You know
The one in between being safe and sorry
The question is :-
 do we really want to be there?
Or has it been drilled in our heads through millennias
 to just be so?

IS that safety blanket really that cozy?
That we refuse to wake up from our catatonic states
And see what is happening around us?
Orange headed and clad leaders
Destroying democracy
And we don’t care because it doesn’t really concern us.

My house isn’t seized
My family isn’t separated
I don’t feel the heat of this so called fascist force
Yet.

Just keep snacking on the comfort of your perfect life
Till it all keeps crashing down
Kashmir just got bifurcated
Against the will of its people.



For us it is just a piece of land
To jizz jingoistically about
And shout bharat mata ki jai
Would you like you state being broken
Without your elected leaders having a say?
Oh it hasn’t come down to that surely
Yet.

That seems to one helluva comforter
Where can I order the same?


You can read on the Kashmir 370 issue here among other places

Sunday, February 10, 2019

Blue Moon







There is something about
Star crossed lovers
Rowing silently
Through the turbulent tides of Eternal love
the glowing full moon
their faux compass

You want them to beat the odds
Cross the sea
To the valley beyond and
Have that happily ever after.

So that one day
When the blue moon smiles
And the stars align
I could cross it with someone too.

Saturday, August 25, 2018

An ode to the good night




The night gave me his shirt
And solace and comfort
I could stare at his face
All night long
And expose my secrets how

He gifted me solace
From mundane encumbrances
For most part exacerbated by
That cantankerous bitch known as day.

Her piercing eyes
Questioning everything
Intent on making me sweat
You cannot excise the truth mom
Just ask nicely maybe?

Why do you like him more you ask
I can walk his streets
Dark it maybe
Safe to brandish out my scattered self  
And lick the ice cream off my hand

Streets sparse with kindred spirits
Silent whispers
Ready to let me in
On their simmering secrets




Once the sunlight sets in
The clocks get reset
The same souls turn back into harsh humans &
Atone for yesterday’s falter

With my back broken
I limp through the day
And surrender to my dear father
He puts on his twinkling smile
Reserved only for these special nights
And snuggles his daughter
The travails of the day seem far away
If only for these few hours.


"in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems" took this Toad's prompt to heart and the results are for yours to see. 

Friday, August 17, 2018

Stalagmites

Sharing a poem I handwrote my friends for this friendship day :) sorry for the non posting. Laptop crash and a law career makes writing difficult!


Stalagmites gracing the inner linings of my heart
inner compasses gently swaying me away
from turbulent mirages , of
an insecure voice 
which once belonged to my mind 

Making me believe 
that I can be more 
than my self
by being myself

My saviors in nightgowns
roaming a love lost town
when we have each other
we will always be home 

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Silver Linings


Silver Linings



One good day , One Bad day
Arthritic steps
slowly crunching on  

Best time for silver linings
Is when you are blindfolded
Trace them through your heart
Holding its shattered pieces in place

The hand which holds your hair
When you are unloading your stomach out
And which holds your hand
When you are unloading your heart out.

The voice which might be on a virtual screen
Million miles away
An emoji in the end
 which wipes that tear away.

One good day , One bad day
A spring in my step
Steadily marching on.

Monday, July 31, 2017

Abducted

I happened to read about the girl in a box , Colleen Stan recently and her story really shook me. I tried to imagine myself in such a situation and find it impossible to sound optimistic , so honest I'm being. 



Dear whoever who gets this,

I hope you really do get this.
But I am pretty sure he will tear this up.
 Another one of his psychological games.
I don’t really know my name
Not anymore
Like before

Objects don’t need names
That is insane!
But I was a person once before
Used to hate my life
For being so normal.

Perfect parents
Enough income
Boring lifestyle
I wish I could get back to that life
haha

He penetrates me everyday
Tearing parts of me for himself
My flesh fully exposed
My limbs chained to the ground
I am his slave now.

He let me escape once
I think 5 years back?
Could be months too
Hell is always for eternity.

I was out in his front yard
Naked except for my cuffs
Unused to all the sunlight
And freedom of my limbs
My starved body wouldn’t move
Shivering in terror
I was almost thankful
when he came with his stun gun
And told me he always knew I couldn’t do it.

Why am I saying all this to you?
Please take my baby
And raise her well.
I can’t be a mother
From the bowels of hell.



Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Before~

The comfort of the creamy curd rice
Rolling on the floor , watching TV
Using Laika as my squishy pillow
Sleeping through life
And moving in my own jolly pace

Reminiscing about a happier childhood
With the same bunch of friends ,
Dipping Fries on cheese
Unbothered about kilos and hours

Driving on my scooty ,
Wind washing away my starting jitters ,
Sitting with my special friend on the cool mud
Of  my Bessie beach ,
And trying to tell him that
The Big Things in Life are actually Very Small



The montage that passes through your eyes
Before any nerve wracking moment is
A Random rhapsody of your lived moments ,
So live your life friend
Like the waves before us
Rise and crash and touch some lives ~
Mistakes make great stories
Worry only about being true to your self.

He smiled a quiet smile
Placed his hands behind my head
Leaned forward
And shut my mouth in his style



What was I saying again?

Friday, April 28, 2017

Plato's Fault

Tick Tock
Tock Tick
Tick Tock!


Exam in 11 hours , 3 new questions to do and 34 more to revise. They hadn’t slept in 3 days due to the previous 3 back to back exams…..

Crushed Red bull cans and empty mugs which once contained black coffee lay on the hostel corridor along with 4 girls who were splayed across sheetless mattresses dumped onto the corridor from their respective rooms. The corridor overlooked the normally empty grounds of the hostel which was now patrolled by sleepless students scrambling about in despair.



JJ’s eyelids were closing in on her against her will. Not now baby… only 1 more exam then Freedom 4evaaa! Almost echoing the same sentiments, came a voice from the other side of the mattress with a hollow , dreamlike quality “You know what is the true freedom? Sleeping forever…for eternity”
The voice belonged to Kalra , she who loved saying crazy things for the sake of drama and she who sometimes was drama itself in a human shape. The third one , ‘Rambo’ had given up on life after being utterly exhausted and had taken the student’s route to conquer it – apply some Zandu Balm on bread and Bam! You got your energy. In rambo’s case since she was a bit big , she overestimated how much she needed and had way too much and now she was high as high can be and was just rolling around and annoying others.

Wait. What was that noise? Oh that’s anan
“After a certain point you just have to admit that NOBODY gives a flying ___ about what Plato , Aristotle or Aquinas gotta say. What about what we have got to say? I had no say when papa wanted me to follow his footsteps and become a lawyer. I must be the only person in India who wanted to become an engineer and wasn’t allowed to become one!”
She moped in her shrill sad voice as she always did. Her friends had only eye rolls to offer her. Rolling Rolling Rolling   
That’s what happens when you realise that you hate your career choice every exam time and resolve to tell dad you are quitting, only to come back placated, thanks to the latest iPhone he bribed you with. You lose the moral ground pretty fast. Sorry Anan
“ If you keep telling me this story I’ll end up writing it instead of this Hobbes theory lololol” JJ started crying out in laughter. She is losing it! And yes she is one of those cases who ‘say’ LOL. God bless them.

So JJ continued with her Hobbes theory despite lack of sleep and overdose of laughter. That dude apparently believed that law is a social contract that the first generation of beings voluntarily gave up their  rights for and the forthcoming generations have no option to get out of it. Isn’t consent material to any contract? This is just plain fraud and coercion on the state’s part! I don’t want skl , college , job , government , taxes , pathan notes and red bull cans! But I am forced to take part in all this because someone already decided what ‘civilisation’ is. Why can’t there be a strip of land where people who don’t wanna be part of the contract can like chill and make rocks out of fire without the government asking us to pay taxes. wHYY?


But before she could Rambo woke up with a start. She looked into Kalra’s eyes and smiled serenely. Kalra got scared and asked her “ what is wrong with you Behen..”
“ Behen! I have figured out life” she spoke manically not unlike a religious fanatic “ We have been going about it all wrong. The point of life is not being awake , the point of life , the point is to sleep! We are supposed to find food for energy purposes , eat them and go to sleep where we can live in our dreams , where anything and everything is possible. There is no limits of logic and physics in our head. We could enjoy being a millionaire and have an eight course meal and feel everything. Isn’t life all about feeling and perceiving. It is not what it is but what it can be. With more sleep and practice I believe we can control our dreams and that is how we fulfil our destiny. What the hell are we doing reading Plato and Aristotle when we can be our own thinkers? When did the world decide we have finished establishing rules. Omg I’m gonna copyright all this. Yipee! Bye losers , I’m becoming famous”
Rambo got up and ran to other parts of the hostel to scare more poor souls. The other 3 silent looked at each other not sure what they should. Wake up the warden and tell her that Rambo has lost it? But who wasn’t losing it? Some only more than others.


“ We ALL have theories and ideas. But we don’t publish it and force other people to study it in one day and make them go mad” wailed anan.
“I don’t think Plato set our exam papers anan..” quipped JJ.
“ Arey JJ , no one wants your stupid logic. Okay I am getting bored. Teach me something about your South India.” butted in Kalra
“ Kalra , if you can at least tell me the names of the 4 Southern states , I’ll try”
“I know that your name is Jayalalitha and that’s funny cuz your dead CM had the same name. Okay don’t get pissed. Mallu Land, Madras , telugu nadu and the other one I forgot”
“ Wow , I hope that you can retain at least the name of the people you have to write about tomorrow”
Mildly offended Kalra lashed out “ Tell me, does your Chinnai have Punjabi food like naan and butter chicken?”
JJ lost it , “ Enough of this b.s , I don’t live in a village. Obviously we have everything!”
“Saali , what I wrong with villages. Don’t show off your big city arrogance”
“ You started it , you racist prick!”
Sensing a cat fight which no one had the energy to fight Anan chipped in , “Guys! Don’t let Plato destroy our friendship. This is ALL plato’s fault!”
They hadn’t come to an agreement on that quite yet when a loud noise came from above shocking them. No guys it wasn’t Plato coming back to defend his now tarnished image but it was the drug addled Rambo! She had managed to find a dangerously high place to stand on.
“ Everything is fake! Dreams are what is. To prove this truth which no one seems to believe I am going to jump from here because I know that I am trapped in an eternal nightmare called reality.Cheer me on ladkiyon!”
Her friends gaped in horror as she took the plunge and came crashing down. Her eyelids were shut firmly and finally..

Tick Tock
Tock Tick
Tick Tock

The clock was ticking in the exam hall and Rambo woke up from her dreams. Didn’t know how much of that was a dream! Did she have zandu balm , was she on the roof , lol did she have friends by the name JJ , Kalra and Anan even? She didn’t know anything , couldn’t focus. However , she did recall the answer to Plato’s Republic. Truly this is all his fault.




Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Thaat

Uhm.
Restless
Like today will bring me no good
Charting goals for tomorrow
Only that I don’t what they are.

It is not a question of what to do
I know that I want to do good
For myself and others .
So , a question of how
But the nihilistic why?
Keeps poking its head pretty randomly.



Never wanted to play in the corporate rat race
But the pressure to be ‘placed’
Gnaws my resolve.
Resolve to do what? 
I still don’t know..
Noo

Every field is going to be a struggle
What if I pick something I love and
My passion burns into ashes?

Why should there be only one path?
The need to know all the answers
Makes me unravel
The thought of meandering aimlessly
Doesn’t bode well too.

Taking concrete action towards this
Seems like saying bye to that.
So this , that or this and that?
How about Thaat?

Aargh.

Monday, December 12, 2016

The Green coloured building



Blanket of nostalgia
Wrapped me tightly
Like a burrito
When I woke up today.

Past memories weighed me down
Go back to sleep they said
Relive those joyous days
Their glory finally acknowledged

Faces of friends
Spaces I hung out
Their authentic traces intact
Beckon me home

Ships eventually sail
Drop the anchor now and then
Thirsty for mirage
I drink salt water

It is better to revisit the green coloured building
In my head
The paths and persons more familiar and friendly
So I shut my eyes tightly.

Good night! 

Also : My juvenile post on farewell to the green coloured building is here 
It is my old school - BVM. Sometimes I get strong dreams about my school life and hope that I can relive them. I'm pretty sure I will appreciate it more this time around.

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Home

4 walls and a door
Don’t forget the floor
That is the place I live
And not my home

Home is where the heart is
And lives
unequivocally enshrines the self
with a warm sense of belonging

No foreboding or fear
Can reach me here.
I am child once again
In this humble abode.


Raucous waves ~~
Sticky sand which won’t leave my slippers
The fresh smell of salt in the sea 
All welcome me home
How can I resist?

Filter coffee
Happy dog
Loving Grandma
That’s what makes my home
What makes yours?


If you don’t know ,
Go search, seek , build !!
If you do know ,
Visit it more often.
Treasure the warmth it gives you
Even if you live there all the time.
Especially If you live there ‘all’ the time.


(image borrowed , not the one of my dog though :P)


Friday, July 8, 2016

Stay

So a regular reader and friend asked me to write a piece on romantic relationships. A more specific one actually but my mind meandered to this. Purely fictional for intents and purposes. An artistic piece if you can call it that

To think that
the only real relationship I ever had
was
the one I never had.

Beat my chest in pride,
every time I did the courageous karate
in the name of romance 
with almost every other person 
except you. 

I could feel your patient gaze
silently sear through my back 
as I strutted around town. 
For you know for who I was  am.
A genuine hypocrite
Afraid of All. 

Of your gentle embrace wrapping me up
in the near future, 
actually play that reel in my head quite often.
Till I get giddy in fact. 
You are my handsome secret.

Of me having to confront you 
about these stupid feelings which engulf me
and make me powerless , 
you will never.
You rock at this waiting game
Not a level playing field actually.

Of you saying 'no', 
For Fate and Circumstances
spare no one. 

Of you saying 'yes' . 
For Fate and Circumstance
spare no one. 

I didn't want my epic romance 
to be tarnished by the all too real life,
Twas very pretty and pristine
So I never took the chance. 
Cautious for a change. 

There was no element of doubt
about our commitment , 
only time when unspoken words made
so much more meaning 
than the spoken ones. 

Our eyes duelled in anger 
each time we tried to dull our love
by truly moving on from each other, 
So we pretended to fall in love
with likeable people we never liked. 

I am thinking of you 
and you are thinking of me. 
Toxic flames and fumes 
made of our mutual feelings
paralyse me forever. 

I know it may sound sad
but it is real
And that is all that matters.

Give love a chance! 
What about true happiness? 
The lucky ones mutter under their breath. 

Passion would eat us alive , 
Would 
Could 
Should 
I don't want to live in the aftermath
So in this mental cove 
I am going to stay.