Pouring Over...

Times when it pours over…

flooding emotions sometimes…

drizzling just a flicker of a thought…

Slanted thick annoying drops,

forcefully enter your home,

from inside an open window,

right into your life,

without consent…

Condensed cubes,

beating you up savagely,

for unknowingly loving

transparent waters at the 1st place,

trusting innocently

all the different skins

it can slip under…

or just those arrow straight

pinching piercing realizations…

P.S. Some ages are counted not by springs, but by raindrops-being-drenched-under…

P.P.S. I am probably more than a hundred years old…

Inland...

Blue as eyes hiding a zillion emotions,

innumerable secrets,

Since time immemorial,

or it may seem…

Figured it all out…

its niche,

height of waves,

depth of words…

friends on the shore,

foes in stars,

changing seasons,

color of leaves fallen,

reflections of beauty,

dissolutions of blood,

sails of love,

rods of malice,

blazing suns

and frozen surfaces…

Judged them all alike

Enlightened monk of waters…

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...

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Hues of abstraction...

blackened depths...

shallow beaches...

highs and lows...

mood swings of tides...

Followed helplessly...

capricious moon...

Anchored whims, 

tied down directions,

adrift waves,

ignorant abode...

dead Ships, 

forgotten mysteries,

cruel salts submissive...

Filling drop by drop with tears...

Stormy Impatient Oceans...

P.S : Still flowing like impatient oceans...condensing clouds...wannabe lakes...

Betrayal

Turning around...it's all yellow
The lush green lawn...
Just yesterday needed mowing...
Waves crashed over dreams...
Just yesterday, sun shone so bright...

With Icy cold silences
A walk hand in hand
Unapologetic
Cruel destiny
The only truth that sticks...
Destiny....
And we manage to dance
To the tunes of life's
Oh not so melodious
Songs of despair. ..

And when has life
Not betrayed...
those who believe...

Dancing to the tunes…

 An Invention of Life,

In the memories of living,

Haunts the fears forever

And we still dance to the tunes…

Shadowy and vague,

Tomorrows untold,

Slips like handful of sand

And we still dance to the tunes…

In a city without walls

In a lake of unknown depths

Stuck Deep in a dark forest

And we still dance to the tunes…

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No flowers on grave,

All sent on his b’days,

Fragrances persevered

And we are dancing to the tunes….

What he meant to us

Flowing in tears,

Memories, musics and joys,

And we are dancing to the tunes….  

Poetry, Prose and an Adorned Milestone...

“She fought with rhythm, rhyme and repetition,

He strictly followed the syntax,

She advocated relationships with sound

His meaning of words was a matter of fact…”

“She enjoyed manipulating grammers and truths,

He stuck to the rules of comprehensions…

She chuckled off with “seen” and “felt”

He had his own conceptions…”

“She argued that prose is all accumulation

And she knows “isolation of emotions”

But then, she tampers the truth,

And he knows his punctuations…”

Condensed, imaginative, inspired...The poetry decided she’ll always flow free…But with his ethical language command,The Prose continued to create more meaning…

And then…

In lines and verses and couplets and stanzas

Together with artistry, creativity and literature…

The Poetry and The Prose,

Expressed an idea, made a point, and reached a conclusion… 

P.S. The metaphors I struggled the most with and had the most fun with...
Photo Courtesy: Bibhav Behara and Swatee Nayak

Inspiration Courtesy: Anish Kumar. Thanks for filling my life with more meaning than I could ever dream of comprehending. 

My(e)stique...

City lights blazing,

that Enormous charm...

Damp airs stroking, pulsating

Sentience lukewarm...

Clouds strolling & floating

lights throw back, reflect

Descending from heavens

deflections [Respect]...

Sleep deprived n weary,

Those eyes still exploring...

In want of these city lights

Sensations outpouring...

Its drizzling then raining,

wetting mountains and sands...

Waters seamless tie-making,

on these Mystique Islands... 

P.S. Pune Rains and City Lights...Continue to splash charms...

Adieu Silliness... ;)

Searching and yearning...

M lost again in you…

Circumstances concerning…

What went off??? No Clue…

Probing and cursing

U instruct? You’re who?

Anxieties keep churning

Your mood swings turn blue…

Your conceit, my learning

On love still, cling to…

Wounds open, free burning

On that, dreams,  I brew…

Times happy so, back turning

Love n sweethearts anew

Anger heat so…scorching

It’s a lonely walk through….

Kiddo selves-ly returning

Trying n saving, fall through…

My judgments adjourning

M bidding adieu...

P.S. Badly Badly missing... Some parts of me...

Flow in our veins…

Swelling congenialities…

Rowdy Arrogance…

Deprived of its soul…

still struggling perseverance….  

Affluent, educated,

so shamelessly sane…

Perceptions of drifts,

we hopelessly tame …

Communal fatigue,

Droopy responses…

Haunting why-the-heck’s  

Worth taken those chances???

Soughing intelligence,

restless populace…

Go-getter’s wretched dearth...

No truth hath no face…

Paralyzed poises galore,

Depleted campaigns…

Bloodsucking let-it-be’s

flow in our veins…

P.S. Someone please explain, How n Where the heck has the BIG BIG Anti-Corruption Campaign gone?

 

Psychosis…

 

You are sensitive!

You are dumb!

Self Obsessed!

m Numb…

You Command

Confuse...

You Mystify…

I (helplessly) succumb…

You come across

get creased

I crumple

so  glum

I wake up

with start

Weird reverie

Kept mum...

Moronic  laughter’s

Smiles sometimes…

Strange melodies

I hum…

At a loose end

m lost

From wrecked Horizons

You come…

I try to cherish

solace
Trouble, your being

become…

A Wavy Affair...

Another swarm of waves…

These ones, somewhat grimy…

Some madness recalled,

Bamboozled and Stymie…

Excusing myself,

Inhaling that charm...

Woozy … just right

No, waves do no harm…

Swept or revived,

Visions and poises…

Just legacy of valor,

No doldrums, No crisis…

Guts of endurance,

All splattered across...

Reckoning my instincts,

That shimmer and gloss...

With hushed drops of wisdom,

A kid so grown witty...

Sprinkled and savored,

First Look Of That City...

P.S. Some cities don’t just live…they celebrate Life :)

Undone...

Sleeping in, the lap of the shell

A zillion drops, left unshaped…

Resting in, the nadir of earth

That lump of soil, left unmade…

Mellowing in memories, random in diaries

So…so many thoughts, left unpaged

Still searching liberation, smashing these bars 

So…so many passions, left untamed

Unreachable distances, stretched till horizon

Still yearning for you, all unashamed…

Indifferent, impassive, apathy though hurts

Deeming your come-back, left unclaimed

Unaware Unawake into dreams encaged

Unbiased those feelings, left uncared…

Playing on lips, so tricky impossible,

Still some simple words, left unsaid…

P.S. Those are realizations while leaving Bangalore...while up I's going up above that world, into the black rain clouds...which, I believe, were the only things I managed to Love about that city...Thats so not true!!!

Lets Uncomplicate

With blessed fortune of the sky

And these teeny tiny dots,

Far from cruel glare of the sun,

Where the poor minds rot…

Dreamy neurons of my brain,

Getting ready for a fight,

Winning over in my thoughts

On the ones "so-called" bright…

All adamant “Why-Can’t-s”

Suddenly rising their heads

All fearful “What-If-s”

Dormant, as if dead…

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Can be faked but can’t be mended

Relations getting sour,

Jealousy and Jeopardy,

Moving through the back door…

All see the times getting worse

But there’s no one to blame

There can only be one

At the top of the game…

What’s driving these waves

Of trusts being betrayed

On the verge of abyss

Like a nightmare replayed…

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Policies of rights and wrongs,

Let’s end this judgmental torrent

Let’s drive a less known road

Let’s be a bit ignorant…

This want of bright warm sunlight,

Let’s just leave it to the fate,

Bathe in tiny drops of light,

LET’S UNCOMPLICATE!!!

P.S. Somehow, I like the idea of being positive these days... :)

A handful of sand...

Earthy and coarse,
so soiling my hand...
Thought finally, I own it
That handful of sand...


That happiness that glee,
the PINK of that blush...
and the Cameo in your skit
and then RED in full flush...


Those colors, all vibrant,
those melodies all sweet...
those dictions all wrong
and the daydreams so fleet...


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I'm watching in distance,
these timewaves and rocks...
shining pure white in bubbles
my silence they mock...


I'm staring the Horizon,
stretched till the end...
and from my hand is still slipping
(Now I know I dint own it)
That handful of sand...




P.S. A "Cameo" is that concept in Dramatics, which I find most interesting...

The Protagonist...

On a momentous occasion

of hollow staring at the mirror,

It was an optical illusion,

or an underlying terror…

She got harder and harder

drowned into her thoughts,

Secrets eked out on face,

Alas! she’s caught…

As oblivious as always

& ostracized as a crook,

Albeit enforced soul searching,

She’s taken to the truth…

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Since I’m the master of my ideas,

and a preacher of my goals,

I’m solely accountable

for the shackles of my soul …

& since I could never find the difference,

between the rose thing and a mallow,

destiny is hitherto unresponsive

& in random thoughts I still wallow...

I’m feeble minded and I fail

In the political bargaining,

I’ve a house built on sand

& cats and dogs it’s still raining…

Though somebody is a mentor,

& though I’m part of a throng,

I’m still the one who should answer

For all that goes wrong…

& since I know I’m the cause,

Inevitably I get the crux,

I’ve nothing (no one) to blame

"Injustice of fate” or “the butchery of luck”…

P.S. Another rainy day with yet another set of weird realizations…

(A friend from Kanpur explained- We don’t use “I” in verbal communication because it symbolizes “EGO”)…

Somethings that matter...

Some doggedly settled fogs refuse to vanish,

Some drowsy dreams refuse to perish.

Some awaited springs now disoblige,

Some winter winds condole this plight.

Some clocks forget their tick-tock-tick's,

Some lamps still burn with exhausted wicks.

Some booms and dooms sound all the same,

Some barren lands have none to blame.

Some fissures of earth still wait for rains,

Some adamant wills still fight these pains.

Some morose tempers find their stay,

Some stubborn hopes still fight dismay...

P.S: Some author of Some book I read Sometime said- " End...when it comes, remains the only solution possible"...

I guess...it also remains the best solution possible...

These clouds will soon roll by

You try and try with all your will...
Still, You must permit some blood to spill...

There's a life all alone inside the dust storm
There's life trying to erode all barriers
There's a life trying to search its own bumped-off zeal
while struggling to pay its own arrears

There's a land where hopes visit only as clouds
There's a land on despairs curvature
There's a land where dejection lurks as ghosts
n faith rottens as old furniture

There's a soul having no time to dream
just wondering how to fight
There's soul struggling for mere existence
ignoring how its right

There's a flower mourning its crushed up tuft
n cries n waves to beautiful springs
There's a flower leaving its charm n grace
surviving over the brink

(But...{thankfully, there's always a BUT :-) })

There's a monk who says there'll be dawn
dont panic, dont fear, dont cry,
There's a monk who smiles at this crisis of life
"These clouds will soon roll by"

P.S : It was painful...really...searching for a ray of smile on the very beautiful face of "the laughing beauty"...

Occlumency...

Away from the jostling crowds,
Away from the maddening doubts,
Away from the screeching noises,
Away from helpless choices,
Away from the Angel's boom,
Away from the Devil's doom,
Away from all poisonous potions,
Away from all macro-cosmic notions,
Away from all frowning faces,
Away from bloody ghostly traces,
Away from all deafening cries,
Away from all exhausted tries,
Away from all fearful dreams,
Away from all silent screams...

Excusably so, I'm averting my soul...
and trying to lay, the foundation of another felicitous goal...