Showing posts with label musings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label musings. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

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…

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Aloof... & (but?) Blessed...

Its not in stars to hold my destiny.
Its not in me to tell yours..
I forgo all if s and buts…
I forgo all worldly pleasures…

None of that matters…

Coz no, I’m not lucky… I believe, I am BLESSED…

Perspective...

She decided to protect the future from stagnant things...
Things which appeared to move in opposite direction…

So what if it was she, who moved on…
So what if she would be blamed for having the wrong perspective…

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Under Construction



Nothing but life,
No One but us,

Somethings but love,
Somewhere but here,
Sometime but then, 

In whirlpools of CHANGE,

Life and Relations,
Resolves and Resolutions,
Strategies and Plans,
confusions and uncertainties,
YOU and ME

UNDER CONSTRUCTION...

P.S.
Building a home not house...of dreams and hopes...Friends Welcome...

P.P.S
Coz Time is the biggest future teller.


Saturday, September 19, 2015

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…


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….  





Sunday, July 6, 2014

Urban Stampede...

Resourceful forest, 
bricks concrete charcoal
vogues veneer vanity
served in spotless silver bowl...

Earthly filth barely visible,
up from high corporate heels...
triumphant accomplished 
vitalized illegible deals...

Sense of unending times,
lost in soot and grimace...
hangouts, love chats and leisure
lost in street traffic maze...

Life so goes on n on,
as all sketched timings blurr...
and I follow the leagues,
as the world they conquer...

They keep running in rains
and they frown n grumble,
and I settle for cosmo...
But, aint this still a Jungle?



P.S: Dear IT-Metropolis, sometimes your super sophistication and over professionalism becomes truly unbearable for simple-living.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

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...

Thursday, August 2, 2012

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...

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Ultimately it’s Fun…

I am marveling at the speed and numbers in which (seemingly?) problematic situations can attack you and pin down your ever-so-awesome and ever-so-appreciated survival instincts…So much so that you wonder, what-the-heck-to-write-about and worst, where-to-start…that too, on a blog where you’ve comfortably displayed something as (seemingly?) complicated as your life in cryptic metaphors…

So back…is me, not yet completely recovered from the after-effects of one of those dreaded monsters listed in the brochure of every medical insurance policy…(The eyuk- yellow fever)…stricken with fuming rebellion for bureaucracy…and though the doctor suggested a cool atmosphere and cool eating habits, I’m still dwelling in the hot waves of egos inflated beyond logical explanations… (read health issues, cheating in an  important exam result for which the fight is still going on and flat-mate problems resp…)

Tastes bitter…not just the doctor-advised meals n medicines for jaundice, but also the realization that we live amidst a non-rational race of most, if not all homo-sapiens…People who were unfortunate enough not to be born with inbuilt balances where they could weight rights and wrongs separately and then take a right call…based on (righteousness? lets forget it) whatever but extreme selfishness and egocentricity…

Good news is...these realizations improve your immunity…you no longer fall prey to anger, which our sacred saints called the most awful enemy of mankind…but you pity those who are continuously striving towards making the planet such a horrible place to live in for themselves first, and then for others…

And one fine day you realize that your experiment with pitying has become fun…when the other person is fuming with anger you are simply rolling on floor laughing…when health issues consume you, you smile n say…"So finally I’ve done it! My managers are left with no more excuse to cancel my leaves…Cheers!!!"...And even when something as catastrophic as blasts and political gamble to the loss of entire country happens, you simply shrug your shoulders off n say…It happens, Shit happens...

P.S. My respect for Aamir khan has increased multifold, Satyamev Jayte truly superbly inspires…An awesome assignment…
P.P.S. Strange how many weird things can make you happy (Happy?)…