Showing posts with label cove. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cove. Show all posts
Thursday, March 5, 2020
Tuesday, August 6, 2019
Yet.
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?
Written for PU's midweek motif "safety"
You can read on the Kashmir 370 issue here among other places
Saturday, June 1, 2019
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.
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.
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