The dawn was inspiring. Kim saw the sunrise, and saw it rise entirely without hiding behind the monsoon clouds. She thought about all positive things. Farah’s health and then her suffering. She thought when she will be relieved of all her pains. She had already prayed for it.
The girls got up one by one. There was a knock on the door. It was Eric.
“Kim?”, he asked Isha.
Isha gave a weird look. She hated him.
“Kim, Eric’s here”, she called out loud.
The look on Eric’s face was horrifying.
“Is Farah Alright?” asked Kim.
A tear twittered out of Eric’s eyes.
Kim wept; it was difficult to console her. She had lost her baby. She remembered the first time when Farah held her finger and she wouldn’t let Kim go. That was the moment Kim thought that she would be a foster parent to Farah.
Eric held her close. Isha was entirely clueless. Anisha, Rhea and Vallerie rushed to the living room to see what was going on. They had no clue either.
Eric told them what had happened.
Vallerie cried. She hadn’t cried in a while. More than anything else she cried for herself because she knew what losing a closed one was like. She had lost a friend in Jai, because of Isha.
Rhea wept, because she felt small, she had only thought about herself all her life.
Anisha held her tears back. She thought about all the love she refused when her parents offered her good things. She chose independence over love.
Isha felt guilty for being inconsiderate. She hated herself for making derogatory remarks about Eric and Kim.
There was no consolation from anyone, because everyone was hurt.
The girls had no idea that this would happen. Uncertainty was creeping up. It was getting difficult for them to understand relationships, and life.
But life had decided to teach them lessons the harder way. They just failed to understand.
To be contd.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
7: The memory game
“Where had you been all night, Kim?”, asked Rhea.
“I was with Eric”, replied Kim.
Isha and Rhea gave a dubious look. The murmurs disturbed Kim, but she did not care to clarify.
“Let’s start another round of the game”, said Anisha.
“Kim… Come join us..This memory game is fun..”, said Vallerie.
There was no response.
“Let her be, we’ll begin”, said Isha.
“Let’s take names, this time”, said Rhea, “Anisha we’ll start with you”.
“Umm…Anisha”
“Anisha, Mihir”, said Isha. Anisha smiled.
“Anisha, Mihir, Rhea”
“Anisha, Mihir, Rhea, Isabella”
“Anisha, Mihir, Rhea, Isabella, Isha”
“Anisha, Mihir, Rhea, Isabella, Isha, Jai” said Isha.
“Anisha, Mihir, Rhea, Jai, Jai, Jai…..”, went on Vallerie.
“You’ve lost the game,” said Isha, “Val is out”.
“What do you mean I have lost the game?”, Vallerie repelled, “I could never be a part”. She left with tears in her eyes.
“Rhea now you better don’t take Som’s name, else we will have some real quick elimination”, sniggered Isha.
“How dare you?”, yelled Rhea.
Kim heard the voices and felt that things weren’t going great. She prayed for Farah, and her roommates. She hated the negativity that was penetrating through the walls.
But the game seemed to have ended, and so did the goodwill.
to be contd
“I was with Eric”, replied Kim.
Isha and Rhea gave a dubious look. The murmurs disturbed Kim, but she did not care to clarify.
“Let’s start another round of the game”, said Anisha.
“Kim… Come join us..This memory game is fun..”, said Vallerie.
There was no response.
“Let her be, we’ll begin”, said Isha.
“Let’s take names, this time”, said Rhea, “Anisha we’ll start with you”.
“Umm…Anisha”
“Anisha, Mihir”, said Isha. Anisha smiled.
“Anisha, Mihir, Rhea”
“Anisha, Mihir, Rhea, Isabella”
“Anisha, Mihir, Rhea, Isabella, Isha”
“Anisha, Mihir, Rhea, Isabella, Isha, Jai” said Isha.
“Anisha, Mihir, Rhea, Jai, Jai, Jai…..”, went on Vallerie.
“You’ve lost the game,” said Isha, “Val is out”.
“What do you mean I have lost the game?”, Vallerie repelled, “I could never be a part”. She left with tears in her eyes.
“Rhea now you better don’t take Som’s name, else we will have some real quick elimination”, sniggered Isha.
“How dare you?”, yelled Rhea.
Kim heard the voices and felt that things weren’t going great. She prayed for Farah, and her roommates. She hated the negativity that was penetrating through the walls.
But the game seemed to have ended, and so did the goodwill.
to be contd
6: Kimpressions
“Hey Kim, we need you right away,”, said a man on the phone.
“I’ll be right there”, replied Kim.
Kim excused herself from the discussion and left immediately. All the other girls were clueless about where she had to rush in such a short notice.
They tried to enquire, but Kim did not feel like answering.
The group of five was reduced to four, the enjoyment mellowed down too.
Kim got on Eric’s bike and they rode to a hospital. Eric was Kim’s best bud. They were childhood friends.
“Is she Alright?”, asked Kim.
“I have no idea”, replied Eric, “She had another attack, and seems this time it was serious.”
Kim wept, and hugged Eric.
After an hour long ride, they reached a hospital which was in the outskirts of the city.
The building was magnificent with manicured lawns and huge trees.
“Madam, Come fast, Baby not get well. She ask for you and Eric,” said the Uncle John. He was a Goan, a fisherman. It seemed as if he wore some fish flavoured perfume all the time.
Kim rushed in to see Baby – Farah.
“Baby, you have to get well soon. It’s your birthday next week”, cried Kim.
“She’ll be Alright,” consoled Eric.
“Kim, will she be able to play with us?”, enquired a gang of kids standing outside Farah’s ward.
“Yes kids,” managed Kim.
The crescent moon brightened the lawns of the Orphanage. Kim and Eric sat under the midnight blue and prayed for the children.
Deep inside, Kim hoped that Farah gets to see the sunrise.
to be contd
“I’ll be right there”, replied Kim.
Kim excused herself from the discussion and left immediately. All the other girls were clueless about where she had to rush in such a short notice.
They tried to enquire, but Kim did not feel like answering.
The group of five was reduced to four, the enjoyment mellowed down too.
Kim got on Eric’s bike and they rode to a hospital. Eric was Kim’s best bud. They were childhood friends.
“Is she Alright?”, asked Kim.
“I have no idea”, replied Eric, “She had another attack, and seems this time it was serious.”
Kim wept, and hugged Eric.
After an hour long ride, they reached a hospital which was in the outskirts of the city.
The building was magnificent with manicured lawns and huge trees.
“Madam, Come fast, Baby not get well. She ask for you and Eric,” said the Uncle John. He was a Goan, a fisherman. It seemed as if he wore some fish flavoured perfume all the time.
Kim rushed in to see Baby – Farah.
“Baby, you have to get well soon. It’s your birthday next week”, cried Kim.
“She’ll be Alright,” consoled Eric.
“Kim, will she be able to play with us?”, enquired a gang of kids standing outside Farah’s ward.
“Yes kids,” managed Kim.
The crescent moon brightened the lawns of the Orphanage. Kim and Eric sat under the midnight blue and prayed for the children.
Deep inside, Kim hoped that Farah gets to see the sunrise.
to be contd
Monday, April 27, 2009
5: They call it Bond- dame’s bond...
Anisha was strolling, oblivious of what was going on in the house. All the other roommates were busy with something or the other. As the sun set and the night started to rule, Rhea took charge of the evening and started preparing the Hookah.
The dim lights, smell of the flavour enlivened the atmosphere. Everybody was looking for a retreat from guilty territories. They sinned again to be free of their previous sins.
Kim joined Rhea. The conversations had taken a philosophical turn. The girls who knew each other for not more than 2 months started talking as if they had known each other since ages. Isha joined the two’s company and asked Vallerie to join in.
With all apprehensions Vallerie came and joined the chat. She feared getting into a discussion which would depress her all the more.
But that did not seem to happen. The moods were getting better.
Anisha came in. Finally she spoke.
“Do you think I am in love with Sid?”
“Umm… well, we don’t know much about it, but I think he loves you”, said Isha.
“If I tell you that he’s got no feelings for me…what would you say?”, asked Anisha.
“I’d say dump him…”, snapped Rhea.
“If you are so unsure about your love for him, you better give it some more thought”, said Vallerie.
“And time….”, added Kim.
“You know what, I think I am in love with Mihir…”, said Anisha.
“He was my prey… how dare you?”, said Kim naughtily.
“I knew this was coming”, said Vallerie.
“I thought so too”, said Isha.
“How did you know girls?”, asked Anisha.
Vallerie looked at Isha. They smiled. Smiled more. And broke into a laughter. Anisha gave a confused look and joined in. The other two did not understand what was going on, but they did not mind laughing. They let out all ill feelings and grudges, as they fagged. The bond was getting stronger…
To be contd…
The dim lights, smell of the flavour enlivened the atmosphere. Everybody was looking for a retreat from guilty territories. They sinned again to be free of their previous sins.
Kim joined Rhea. The conversations had taken a philosophical turn. The girls who knew each other for not more than 2 months started talking as if they had known each other since ages. Isha joined the two’s company and asked Vallerie to join in.
With all apprehensions Vallerie came and joined the chat. She feared getting into a discussion which would depress her all the more.
But that did not seem to happen. The moods were getting better.
Anisha came in. Finally she spoke.
“Do you think I am in love with Sid?”
“Umm… well, we don’t know much about it, but I think he loves you”, said Isha.
“If I tell you that he’s got no feelings for me…what would you say?”, asked Anisha.
“I’d say dump him…”, snapped Rhea.
“If you are so unsure about your love for him, you better give it some more thought”, said Vallerie.
“And time….”, added Kim.
“You know what, I think I am in love with Mihir…”, said Anisha.
“He was my prey… how dare you?”, said Kim naughtily.
“I knew this was coming”, said Vallerie.
“I thought so too”, said Isha.
“How did you know girls?”, asked Anisha.
Vallerie looked at Isha. They smiled. Smiled more. And broke into a laughter. Anisha gave a confused look and joined in. The other two did not understand what was going on, but they did not mind laughing. They let out all ill feelings and grudges, as they fagged. The bond was getting stronger…
To be contd…
Saturday, April 25, 2009
4: Two Duets and a Solo
The day, for the girls, started at 3 pm. Anisha was the first one to get up. She opened the door, and picked up the newspaper. It was late afternoon already. She carelessly browsed through the pages. Her expression changed gradually from a calm one to a shocked one as she saw the report of the accident that had happened the previous night.
She read the article thrice, but did not find her name. The article was a very FYI kind of a report and it neither spoke about the victim nor the culprits.
She considered thanking Mihir, but she thought she better not. She realised she was smitten by the Good Samaritan, but refused coming to terms with it. Supposedly she was already in love with a family friend and now she was in a catch-22 situation.
Isha was busy chatting with her friend. The pings on the messenger window varied from ‘I-am-missing-you-my-applepie’ to ‘Wish-you-were-here’.
“Val, wake up. I want to show you something”, said Isha.
Isha had no idea what she’d said to Vallerie the previous night.
“I don’t care, Isha”, said Vallerie in a hurt tone.
“I just wanted to tell you that Jai and I made up and I have realised that he is indeed the one”, said Isha ecstatically. “Your friend is simply perfect.”
Vallerie woke up and wished she shouldn’t have …
She badly wanted to get back to her dreams where everything seemed perfect…
The not-so-perfect life sucked, as much as others thought she did….
to be contd..
She read the article thrice, but did not find her name. The article was a very FYI kind of a report and it neither spoke about the victim nor the culprits.
She considered thanking Mihir, but she thought she better not. She realised she was smitten by the Good Samaritan, but refused coming to terms with it. Supposedly she was already in love with a family friend and now she was in a catch-22 situation.
Isha was busy chatting with her friend. The pings on the messenger window varied from ‘I-am-missing-you-my-applepie’ to ‘Wish-you-were-here’.
“Val, wake up. I want to show you something”, said Isha.
Isha had no idea what she’d said to Vallerie the previous night.
“I don’t care, Isha”, said Vallerie in a hurt tone.
“I just wanted to tell you that Jai and I made up and I have realised that he is indeed the one”, said Isha ecstatically. “Your friend is simply perfect.”
Vallerie woke up and wished she shouldn’t have …
She badly wanted to get back to her dreams where everything seemed perfect…
The not-so-perfect life sucked, as much as others thought she did….
to be contd..
Friday, April 24, 2009
3: Measuring Infinity
Vallerie occupied the couch, Rhea and Kim were busy cleaning up in the bathroom, Isha went to sleep after throwing up and Anisha stood at the window watching the night transform into day…
Silence reigned. They had had a bad time. But they rested thinking that God wasn’t harsh on them, despite the silly things they did that night.
10 hours before:
“You jerk! Had it not been me, you wouldn’t have tasted elixir. I showed you what heaven is, I took you to your fantasy land. I let you screw me up…. Dammit!!”, yelled Rhea , “Get me another tequila..”
Rhea hit Som hard. Som hit her back. Vallerie came in and resolved the tiff. But They had broken up by that time.
Isha was weeping at the bar counter when Vallerie interfered.
“Are you ok?”, she asked.
Isha looked awkwardly at Val, smiled with swollen red eyes and said ,” You know Val, you suck big time.”
Vallerie despised her.
Anisha never spoke to anyone about anything. She used to express disgust, joy, frustration, every other expression, through her eyes. Words hated her.
Kim was a maniac. Either she would love in extreme or hate till death.
The limits for either of them were infinity… Difficult to gauge… and so was the depth of emotions….
..to be contd
Silence reigned. They had had a bad time. But they rested thinking that God wasn’t harsh on them, despite the silly things they did that night.
10 hours before:
“You jerk! Had it not been me, you wouldn’t have tasted elixir. I showed you what heaven is, I took you to your fantasy land. I let you screw me up…. Dammit!!”, yelled Rhea , “Get me another tequila..”
Rhea hit Som hard. Som hit her back. Vallerie came in and resolved the tiff. But They had broken up by that time.
Isha was weeping at the bar counter when Vallerie interfered.
“Are you ok?”, she asked.
Isha looked awkwardly at Val, smiled with swollen red eyes and said ,” You know Val, you suck big time.”
Vallerie despised her.
Anisha never spoke to anyone about anything. She used to express disgust, joy, frustration, every other expression, through her eyes. Words hated her.
Kim was a maniac. Either she would love in extreme or hate till death.
The limits for either of them were infinity… Difficult to gauge… and so was the depth of emotions….
..to be contd
2: The Good Samaritan
The argument with the police constable was getting worse. Anisha felt that her dire attitude towards the law had indeed worsened the situation. She was feeling helpless. The other girls kept looking at the lady police, and occasionally at each other.
There was a silent connection that was being developed. The distant proximity did not literally seem distant anymore.
“Ladies, do you need some help?”, asked Mihir, as he stopped by the accident spot in his SUV.
“Yes we do… Have I seen you before?”, asked Rhea.
“Yes, I guess we stay in the same scheme. I stay in the B wing”, replied Mihir.
“He’s the same guy who wears pink boxers..”, chuckled Kim.
“You bet…”, swore Vallerie, staring at the handsome guy who had come to their rescue.
Mihir ignored the passes and went to the cops. He had a nice cheerful discussion with them. Nobody knew what stories he made up, but eventually the girls were allowed to leave. The Car was badly bumped. So they got into Mihir’s car and he drove them back home.
“Would you like to have some coffee?”, asked Mihir.
“Thanks for the favour. We were stuck in the middle of nowhere…and….”, said Anisha.
“Please don’t mention it..”, smiled Mihir.
“These girls are throwing up, eewkss…”, yelled Vallerie.
Anisha was too busy to give back a care. She shook hands with Mihir as she saw him off.
There were some connections being made, some were god sent, and some weren’t….
To be contd….
There was a silent connection that was being developed. The distant proximity did not literally seem distant anymore.
“Ladies, do you need some help?”, asked Mihir, as he stopped by the accident spot in his SUV.
“Yes we do… Have I seen you before?”, asked Rhea.
“Yes, I guess we stay in the same scheme. I stay in the B wing”, replied Mihir.
“He’s the same guy who wears pink boxers..”, chuckled Kim.
“You bet…”, swore Vallerie, staring at the handsome guy who had come to their rescue.
Mihir ignored the passes and went to the cops. He had a nice cheerful discussion with them. Nobody knew what stories he made up, but eventually the girls were allowed to leave. The Car was badly bumped. So they got into Mihir’s car and he drove them back home.
“Would you like to have some coffee?”, asked Mihir.
“Thanks for the favour. We were stuck in the middle of nowhere…and….”, said Anisha.
“Please don’t mention it..”, smiled Mihir.
“These girls are throwing up, eewkss…”, yelled Vallerie.
Anisha was too busy to give back a care. She shook hands with Mihir as she saw him off.
There were some connections being made, some were god sent, and some weren’t….
To be contd….
Thursday, April 23, 2009
1: Distant Proximity...
“Relax!”, said Anisha. “You don’t have to worry about the repercussion.”
“What if you are asked to pay the fine?”, asked Rhea.
“Well, there won’t be Dutch. I’ll give it all.”, said Anisha, “It’s my fault”.
Kim was devastated. She had no idea what a police station in reality looked like. She had only imagined it the way they showed it on television.
“Don’t we have any other way out? Bribing looks very derogatory to me”, said Vallerie.
“Val, don’t give me any of those values, morals and ethics shit at this time of the night. Please spare us and shut up”, snapped Isha.
The lady inspector came hopping towards the girls. The bonnet of the car looked like a crumbled tin sheet. The tyres of the cycle, under the car, were separated into two. The man was bleeding profusely, but he was busy fighting for a compensation for the broken cycle. Fortunately, he wasn’t dead.
That night Anisha wasn’t driving the car, it was the vodka that had the steering wheel in control. And then, the drunken ladies messed it all up. Vallerie was the only one who never got sloshed. But that was not of any use, because she did not have a driving license either.
The five ladies were mere acquaintances. They hated each other for obvious reasons. But destiny had something else in store for them…. That night they faced the first quandary, in an alien city, together…..
To be contd..
“What if you are asked to pay the fine?”, asked Rhea.
“Well, there won’t be Dutch. I’ll give it all.”, said Anisha, “It’s my fault”.
Kim was devastated. She had no idea what a police station in reality looked like. She had only imagined it the way they showed it on television.
“Don’t we have any other way out? Bribing looks very derogatory to me”, said Vallerie.
“Val, don’t give me any of those values, morals and ethics shit at this time of the night. Please spare us and shut up”, snapped Isha.
The lady inspector came hopping towards the girls. The bonnet of the car looked like a crumbled tin sheet. The tyres of the cycle, under the car, were separated into two. The man was bleeding profusely, but he was busy fighting for a compensation for the broken cycle. Fortunately, he wasn’t dead.
That night Anisha wasn’t driving the car, it was the vodka that had the steering wheel in control. And then, the drunken ladies messed it all up. Vallerie was the only one who never got sloshed. But that was not of any use, because she did not have a driving license either.
The five ladies were mere acquaintances. They hated each other for obvious reasons. But destiny had something else in store for them…. That night they faced the first quandary, in an alien city, together…..
To be contd..
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
In or out?
Far, very far, I have gone long way ahead..
The distance is almost a light year…
I cannot come back, I know not the way..
I fear looking back… at the darkness I left behind…
Slow, very slow have been my heart beats…
The blood pumps without stirring your home..
Comfortably you reside there
In a universe as big as my fist….
I hit my left hard..
For you to know, that it’s time to leave…
But the light years contract into a miniscule
And I find you sitting next you me..
I feel like holding my breath and freezing my heart…
So that you find a way to step out..
But that is another journey
I wonder how far I’ll have to trek
And how many eons will it take to vacate
The little universe within….
The left aches the right way..
And decides to hold you till it completes it journey..
Till it stops beating… till it ceases to love..
Till I decide to take a path towards darkness…
And then the eternal light….
The distance is almost a light year…
I cannot come back, I know not the way..
I fear looking back… at the darkness I left behind…
Slow, very slow have been my heart beats…
The blood pumps without stirring your home..
Comfortably you reside there
In a universe as big as my fist….
I hit my left hard..
For you to know, that it’s time to leave…
But the light years contract into a miniscule
And I find you sitting next you me..
I feel like holding my breath and freezing my heart…
So that you find a way to step out..
But that is another journey
I wonder how far I’ll have to trek
And how many eons will it take to vacate
The little universe within….
The left aches the right way..
And decides to hold you till it completes it journey..
Till it stops beating… till it ceases to love..
Till I decide to take a path towards darkness…
And then the eternal light….
In or out?
Far, very far, I have gone long way ahead..
The distance is almost a light year…
I cannot come back, I know not the way..
I fear looking back… at the darkness I left behind…
Slow, very slow have been my heart beats…
The blood pumps without stirring your home..
Comfortably you reside there
In a universe as big as my fist….
I hit my left hard..
For you to know, that it’s time to leave…
But the light years contract into a miniscule
And I find you sitting next to me..
I feel like holding my breath and freezing my heart…
So that you find a way to step out..
But that is another journey
I wonder how far I’ll have to trek
And how many eons will it take to vacate
The little universe within….
The left aches the right way..
And decides to hold you till it completes it's journey..
Till it stops beating… till it ceases to love..
Till I decide to take a path towards darkness…
And then the eternal light….
The distance is almost a light year…
I cannot come back, I know not the way..
I fear looking back… at the darkness I left behind…
Slow, very slow have been my heart beats…
The blood pumps without stirring your home..
Comfortably you reside there
In a universe as big as my fist….
I hit my left hard..
For you to know, that it’s time to leave…
But the light years contract into a miniscule
And I find you sitting next to me..
I feel like holding my breath and freezing my heart…
So that you find a way to step out..
But that is another journey
I wonder how far I’ll have to trek
And how many eons will it take to vacate
The little universe within….
The left aches the right way..
And decides to hold you till it completes it's journey..
Till it stops beating… till it ceases to love..
Till I decide to take a path towards darkness…
And then the eternal light….
Monday, April 20, 2009
What is the difference?
“Casablanca….”
“Rapunzel…”
“Samson and Delilah…”
“Romeo and Juliet…”
“There you go.. Loser..!!”, exclaimed Sarah..
“Umm..Well.. Whenever I am with you, I can think of nothing, but love stories..”, said Matt.
“All of my entries were more or less love stories too. And you know that wasn’t the deal..”
“What was the deal then?”, Matt whispered.
“The deal was…”, she looked deep into Matt’s eyes.
“Nothing..”, she said, gathering her emotions, “You know, my folks will have doubts about us.” “Stay away”, she retorted.
“Doubts? Don’t ya love me?”, asked Matt.
“I love you, like I love my friends…”
“Are you in love with me?”
“I told you, I love you the way I love all other friends, may be slightly more.”
“Are you in love with me?”
“What’s the difference?”
Matt smiled…..
“Chuck it….”, he said, “Let's begin again…”,
“Categories..”,
“Will you please…”
“Name some…..”
“Rapunzel…”
“Samson and Delilah…”
“Romeo and Juliet…”
“There you go.. Loser..!!”, exclaimed Sarah..
“Umm..Well.. Whenever I am with you, I can think of nothing, but love stories..”, said Matt.
“All of my entries were more or less love stories too. And you know that wasn’t the deal..”
“What was the deal then?”, Matt whispered.
“The deal was…”, she looked deep into Matt’s eyes.
“Nothing..”, she said, gathering her emotions, “You know, my folks will have doubts about us.” “Stay away”, she retorted.
“Doubts? Don’t ya love me?”, asked Matt.
“I love you, like I love my friends…”
“Are you in love with me?”
“I told you, I love you the way I love all other friends, may be slightly more.”
“Are you in love with me?”
“What’s the difference?”
Matt smiled…..
“Chuck it….”, he said, “Let's begin again…”,
“Categories..”,
“Will you please…”
“Name some…..”
Thursday, April 16, 2009
I sketch my shadow...
I sketch my shadow
As I walk along…
The light refuses to guide me
The wind refuses to sing a song
The soil refuses to imbibe my footprints …
I trace my footprints back…
As I look for the place where I began
The road says, it wasn’t me…
The trees give an unfamiliar glance
The flowers refuse to share their fragrance…
I try to smell the rain water on mud…
As I try to hold a lump of mud in my hand…
The mud doesn’t leave dirt….
The water doesn’t dry
The wetness remains intact….
I try to splash the water….
I am amazed to watch it work against gravity…
It doesn’t fall on the earth..
It refuses to obey the sun…
It is then intimidated by the mighty golden ball….
I look at the sun with my eyes open…
I refuse to blink…
It dares and attacks again…
It warns me not to go against nature…
I move myself towards the ground…
Where my shadow ought to cover the pebbles…
But I find no reflection…
And so I sketch my shadow, as I walk along….
As I walk against Nature……
As I walk along…
The light refuses to guide me
The wind refuses to sing a song
The soil refuses to imbibe my footprints …
I trace my footprints back…
As I look for the place where I began
The road says, it wasn’t me…
The trees give an unfamiliar glance
The flowers refuse to share their fragrance…
I try to smell the rain water on mud…
As I try to hold a lump of mud in my hand…
The mud doesn’t leave dirt….
The water doesn’t dry
The wetness remains intact….
I try to splash the water….
I am amazed to watch it work against gravity…
It doesn’t fall on the earth..
It refuses to obey the sun…
It is then intimidated by the mighty golden ball….
I look at the sun with my eyes open…
I refuse to blink…
It dares and attacks again…
It warns me not to go against nature…
I move myself towards the ground…
Where my shadow ought to cover the pebbles…
But I find no reflection…
And so I sketch my shadow, as I walk along….
As I walk against Nature……
Title credits: Abhishek Shrivastava
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Time Please....
Once upon a time, when my little piece of brain was tired of everything around, and wanted to do something nice and creative, it decided to try hand at painting... But I failed miserably. I couldn't be as good as the other artists I knew and I felt bad about it. I ended up coloring the page with shades of black, blue and red. I couldn't let go this one creation, so I wrote my perception of the painting... it served as an alibi... and to some extent i was spared of the critique....
Novice, that i am... i sincerely apologize, if this painting doesn't appeal to the veterans...
Novice, that i am... i sincerely apologize, if this painting doesn't appeal to the veterans...
From Birth to DeathFrom Struggle to rest
From darkness to light
Is my journey of life
From infinity to cipher
A sublte effort to differ
To win in all times of strife
Is my journey of life
From Black to Blue
From the Red that's true
Again from the Red to the Bright
Is my journey of life....
Hate ~ Love...
You severed it into pieces...
It bled...... in blue....
But i am happy...
Atleast it could love you...
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Don't Quit
I wrote a mail to one of the friends who was planning to take a hiatus from writing. I realised I had almost done that too. But then I read back what i had written to him... "Life, sometimes, is a bitch, but she deserves eulogies." I thought, bringing an end to our passions -like writing is no answer to life's tough questions. But yes, there are times when nothing clicks, all your poems lose rhyme, there aren't any inspirations left. But writing is all about finding inspirations from the most pessimistic situations in life. I live, then die and live again.... and call my self an Obscure Optimist.... Old habits die hard...
Here's one of my favorite poems... I will have to get into the rhythm, to produce original works... i am sure that won't take long.. i promise.... till then, read this piece -this is worth a million bucks!
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
when the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but do not quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow
—You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out
—The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit
—It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit..
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