Eyes I open with you in mind.
Not one she can call hers
For companionship her heart purrs
Everything. Yet, nothing she has
And then it stops.
It must end... for a new beginning...
Random. Rants.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Do you remember?
Do you listen when you're spoken to?
Do you really care, like you did?
Or like I thought you did...
A walk on the shore, I missed.
The talk on the phone, I missed.
The flowers..... They never came.
My life, I make.
The smile? I fake.
On the inside, I cringe, I ache.
Is it too much? I ask. Again.
And again.
And again.
It passes. And I smile. Again.
And again.
And again.
Do you listen when you're spoken to?
Do you really care, like you did?
Or like I thought you did...
A walk on the shore, I missed.
The talk on the phone, I missed.
The flowers..... They never came.
My life, I make.
The smile? I fake.
On the inside, I cringe, I ache.
Is it too much? I ask. Again.
And again.
And again.
It passes. And I smile. Again.
And again.
And again.
Cosmos
She watched the rings of smoke become one with the nature around her. She was one with the universe. The clouds her bed and the sky her blanket.
Beore she knew it, the oxygen had been taken off her face and a white engulfed her body.
She was one with the universe again.
Beore she knew it, the oxygen had been taken off her face and a white engulfed her body.
She was one with the universe again.
So it is
It all seems fine.
The smell of the rain brings hope
The blow of the wind, faith..
in whats not lost
yet never owned
Home I am. Again.
The smell of the rain brings hope
The blow of the wind, faith..
in whats not lost
yet never owned
Home I am. Again.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Point Noted
Oh! So now I cannot hold hands with friends in public fearing I'd be married before I could 'register' what was happening.
The concept of moral policing is not new. We have all been exposed to a certain degree of moral policing be it at home, college or in the recent past - clubs and pubs. In fact, I would say we each have a moral police within us - our conscience.
When such is the case, why should people take it upon themselves to make others behave in the manner they deem fit?
My mother has a problem with my wearing noodle strapped clothes. She has not once in the 22 years of my life imposed this 'problem' of hers upon my cousins or friends who have shared a roof with my family. Mum also has a problem with me holding hands with a person of the opposite sex in public. I pointed out to her that I'd rather hold hands in public and proclaim my fondness (platonic or not) for a person than to do so in hiding (the news of which would devastate her). She has not looked at any heterosexual couple with dubious eyes ever since.
A self proclaimed pro-Hindu (apparently) activist, has vociferously heralded that St. Valentine was no martyr but Satan himself. Anyone found tending to the arrow Cupid struck them with, would have to tend to b(l)ows of another sort.
Newton gave us all more than just the laws of motion. He gave us the best lesson we ever needed learning - 'every action has an equal and opposite reaction'. Try as I may, I cannot find a single action or reaction which is EQUAL or OPPOSITE in the mess that we have created for ourselves. I am not game to support the reactions of the opposing side. What I am against, is the fear instilled in me because of such acts.
9th February 2009
I was on my way back from college. It was not over eight and the roads were not deserted. Liking the pleasant touch of wind against my face, I rode at 40 km/h. Half the distance covered, I was basking in the success of the street play I was a part of minutes ago when I heard hooting noises to my right. I did not even think before my heart began to race and a Tata Safari herded with men zipped past me. No sooner had they overtaken me, the hooting stopped and the men retreated their calm and composure. I did not know what to make out of it, especially since a green and orange flag with what looked like a faint imprint of a lotus was hoisted on the bonnet of the car.
Thoughts of owning a gun and flailing it at the goons gushed into my head and I raced home. I did not think much of the event within the four walls of my room and almost forgot the incident.
I now sit back and wonder about the hypothetical possibilities of the event.
The concept of moral policing is not new. We have all been exposed to a certain degree of moral policing be it at home, college or in the recent past - clubs and pubs. In fact, I would say we each have a moral police within us - our conscience.
When such is the case, why should people take it upon themselves to make others behave in the manner they deem fit?
My mother has a problem with my wearing noodle strapped clothes. She has not once in the 22 years of my life imposed this 'problem' of hers upon my cousins or friends who have shared a roof with my family. Mum also has a problem with me holding hands with a person of the opposite sex in public. I pointed out to her that I'd rather hold hands in public and proclaim my fondness (platonic or not) for a person than to do so in hiding (the news of which would devastate her). She has not looked at any heterosexual couple with dubious eyes ever since.
A self proclaimed pro-Hindu (apparently) activist, has vociferously heralded that St. Valentine was no martyr but Satan himself. Anyone found tending to the arrow Cupid struck them with, would have to tend to b(l)ows of another sort.
Newton gave us all more than just the laws of motion. He gave us the best lesson we ever needed learning - 'every action has an equal and opposite reaction'. Try as I may, I cannot find a single action or reaction which is EQUAL or OPPOSITE in the mess that we have created for ourselves. I am not game to support the reactions of the opposing side. What I am against, is the fear instilled in me because of such acts.
9th February 2009
I was on my way back from college. It was not over eight and the roads were not deserted. Liking the pleasant touch of wind against my face, I rode at 40 km/h. Half the distance covered, I was basking in the success of the street play I was a part of minutes ago when I heard hooting noises to my right. I did not even think before my heart began to race and a Tata Safari herded with men zipped past me. No sooner had they overtaken me, the hooting stopped and the men retreated their calm and composure. I did not know what to make out of it, especially since a green and orange flag with what looked like a faint imprint of a lotus was hoisted on the bonnet of the car.
Thoughts of owning a gun and flailing it at the goons gushed into my head and I raced home. I did not think much of the event within the four walls of my room and almost forgot the incident.
I now sit back and wonder about the hypothetical possibilities of the event.
Friday, February 06, 2009
Of all the things I said
To you
And all that I should have
When our eyes met
and then again, when you left
Through the intoxicated times
The long walks and rides
There is a lot unsaid
Read.
Pain, it seems, is inevitable
Love, they say, brings in more
Through spoken words
And broken dreams
I continue to be
Yours Truly.
To you
And all that I should have
When our eyes met
and then again, when you left
Through the intoxicated times
The long walks and rides
There is a lot unsaid
Read.
Pain, it seems, is inevitable
Love, they say, brings in more
Through spoken words
And broken dreams
I continue to be
Yours Truly.
Ninasam, Heggodu
Brown.
The look, the smell
The feel
Earth!
Each step
Inching me
To me.
Naked, raw
Whole
Human and flesh
I'm one. Again.
The look, the smell
The feel
Earth!
Each step
Inching me
To me.
Naked, raw
Whole
Human and flesh
I'm one. Again.
Friday, January 02, 2009
From Beyond
"You won't find it here. You're looking in the wrong place". No sooner had she heard these words, the source of the same walked away. She only caught a glimpse of him.
He was tall, wheat-ish and wore a white tee with blue denims. His smile left a deep pit on his cheeks. On the right one at least.
She dreamed of him every night, every waking hour she spent in his thoughts. She visited many a places in hope of finding him. He showed up only to disappear.
Finally, she did the one thing she had vowed never to do.
She prayed for the dreams to end!
Her prayers yielded positive answers. She was diagnosed as a mental patient. Her tormentor was a fragment of her imaginations.
It often happens to Schizophrenic patients her Psychiatrist said.
She cannot be cured. Her mind replays the same film everyday. Its been 18 years, she turned 37 yesterday.
No one has seen her face emote such joy. Such peace. Such serenity. She seemed to have looked in the right place after all.
She smiles even from her grave.
He was tall, wheat-ish and wore a white tee with blue denims. His smile left a deep pit on his cheeks. On the right one at least.
She dreamed of him every night, every waking hour she spent in his thoughts. She visited many a places in hope of finding him. He showed up only to disappear.
Finally, she did the one thing she had vowed never to do.
She prayed for the dreams to end!
Her prayers yielded positive answers. She was diagnosed as a mental patient. Her tormentor was a fragment of her imaginations.
It often happens to Schizophrenic patients her Psychiatrist said.
She cannot be cured. Her mind replays the same film everyday. Its been 18 years, she turned 37 yesterday.
No one has seen her face emote such joy. Such peace. Such serenity. She seemed to have looked in the right place after all.
She smiles even from her grave.
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