Thursday, April 21, 2011

~ StarStruck ~













To wish upon a star,
I look up, Elated.
Crimson sky, starless.

Empathy, Shallow, Couldn't suffice.
The Want, Agitated.
Powerless.

Ties of Emotions Tepid,
Vivid flashes of vice, Insipid,
Subtle Denial, Emptiness.

Newly Infused Insomniac,
Blemished Virtues i Lack,
Keep coming Back, Haunting.

Gently Swaying Trees Liars,
Silver Moonlight averse, Retires.
Into the Darkness, Endless.

Shimmering Sight of Mournful Glee,
Thinking of What could Be.
I look up.
To wish upon a star.

Monday, April 18, 2011

~ Gone ~

And as the setting sun, started descending on the horizon, it was yet another day getting itself deducted from the equation. Sometimes, it just disappears as if it was never there. No visible outcomes, no probable upsides to it.

The weather, refreshingly cool, the winds surprisingly soothing. The scorching heatwaves- departed, the dreamy moonlight gently paved its way in. And I, capture the moment in my digital camera. Not that i am another budding photographer. Neither am i a particularly keen nature lover. Environmental concerns normally don't make me worried either. Yet, the scene was splendid. And i found myself pledging on reducing my "Carbon footprints", yet again.

It was my day off. Time was not of essence.

Being a part of the non-productive (theoretically speaking) working class, accustomed to the corporate habitat, of late nights, and late mornings, Coffee breaks, and air-conditioned skin-tones, everything was a surprise, as surprising as lottery wins, and mid-year appraisals.

Forgotten pleasures, revisited. One could argue on the feasibility of them being termed pleasure, for some mere routine, for some others not so much. The silently setting sun, made for a splendid view, and surprisingly, i wasn't thinking about the day gone by. As if The promise of a better tomorrow, was shadowing the darkness.Or maybe it was just the moonlight.

Monday, April 11, 2011

~ Vicious ~

And, at the Sight of it,
Its otherwise fake existence,
I was convinced,
It was love at first sight.

Until, you came and went away,
Like it has been, everyday.
You shook your head, Disbelief,
Bleeding heart, Your last foray.

Days of sadness, came and went,
Impassive, But turbulent.
Until i saw my Utopia,
Nimbly Fade Away.

Promiscuous dawn, Subtle Pain,
Shattered, confidence to Regain.
But, At the sight of its mere plausibility,
I was convinced, yet Again.

Lovelorn, wavering heart,
Promised, a future bright.
Look no further, went my repressed conscience,
As if, It was love at first sight.

Monday, April 4, 2011

..The Day The Idiot Box Stood Still..

As usual roomie1 was with the remote, and with the usual annoying grin on our faces, Roomie2 and me, sat down and looked at the television screen.

Roomie2 : "Oh no, Another South movie dubbed in Hindi!"
Me : "Man, i hope its title doesn't end with a "No1"
Roomie2 :  "No i think, it ends with a Tiger!"
Me : "Great, just great!"

And while we tried keeping ourselves interested, we couldn't help but overhear the overwhelming dialogues. Which could only mean one thing. Click, Channel change(which took a little persuasion)! The usual nudge to change the Channels, kept coming at regular intervals. And with every passing change, the sighs of arduous distress went louder.

Roomie1 : "How about the Informative channels?"
Roomie2 : "No. No. I don't want to see Animal mating routines so early in my day! No thanks." (The No being unbearably crass)
Short silence!

The merry-go-round halted at the speech of a Baba, and I could almost hear Roomie2, thinking aloud - "Spiritual channels!" And we sat him and his enthusiasm down with just an angry stare! (Pouting, for the wrong reasons but, yeah that was impressive!)

Roomie2 : Let's switch to the Music channels.
Me : Yeah, Yeah. Let's!

And we waited.
And we waited some more.

No sign. No sign of Music other than the once catchy, now insipidly annoying Airtel theme song. Forcing us to take that step, that step that everyone inadvertently takes at least once a day. The step, that took one man closer to the billions, and the billions closer to their computer screens. We signed onto the "Zuckerberg" franchisee. And with a thump, (a common result of not having the latest LCD model) the Idiot box was silenced, yet again.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

~ Rescue Me ~


















Eyes, Bewitching.
Gentle, Smile.

I,
Bewitched,
Gently famished,
Lost,
Fragile.

Dubious desire,
Don't be a dream,
Docile, Yet,
Looked around,
Lost & Found.
Grim Soulful Mist,
I,
The optimist.

Your Eyes Bewitching,
Hypnotize,
And I,
Docile, Trapped,
Stained wall,
Silently,
Bleeding Fist.

Profound, compounded cacophony,
In my head,
Gentle Agony,
For one smile.
Rescue Me,
It's been a while.

Friday, March 11, 2011

~ Starting Problem ~



Monday:
10:45 A.M.
Combing my way out of the bedroom, i rushed into my office casuals. It was late, the sun was beaming with more heat, less warmth. Unforeseen circumstances, as usual, have led me here. Not a lot of times, have i overslept! Really! The clock kept ticking with crass audacity. Time flies they say, well i am living it. Rush-hour! The shoes, never were the shoes to be found where i left them. Oh there they are, behind the bathroom mop. Wait a second, why are my shoes behind the bathroom mop? Ah, no time, it was probably me.

10:57 A.M.
My wrist watch! Another misguided disappearance! I can manage without a watch, i assure myself, yet again. Clock's ticking! Time isn't on my side. Why isn't it on my side? Why'd it always have to be so dramatic! Time the savior, Time the destroyer. And, there, it makes me dramatic too. No Time. Why can't I be ready as I always be! Shrugging a little more than usual, was I. The glasses, no, I didn't forget they are on my nose! Thank god for that! No Time.

11:12 A.M.
Time, the savior, Time the destroyer. Dramatic! Ahh, The Drama. It Never ends. And a dramatic glance at the calendar. Wait, what day is it? Monday (_Enter frown'y face here_)! The Manager isn't in today. Great (_Enter smiley face here_).

I was feeling a little sick anyways. 
"Hello Boss, *Cough, Cough* *Achoo*, I think i am coming down with something."
Thank god for Sick Leaves!

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Tuesday :
10:45 A.M.
Combing my way...

Sunday, March 6, 2011

~ Dusky ~














Chirp, still say the birds, afar.
Smugly I, dark and weary,
Floating dreams of sanctuary.
Whirl of mortal emotions roar.

Fluttery leafs, afloat mildly,
Tenderly tranquilize my thoughts,
Thoughtless, I lend watch, presumptuous,
and I see some more.

Quirky breeze of change are staying,
Deceitful winds of hope,
Golden tan of sky, retreated,
Gently down the neon slope.

Starless sky fell, dark again,
Like the night before,
As I turn and leave the brightness,
Chirp, the birds no more.

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