Monday, 24 March 2014

Admission of hell

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The pages of life
Crumpled a bit
Burning bright
Curling
Slowly Unfurling


Revelations are at large
A mystery unravelled 
Shocking all
Desperate
Your Illfate


Battered diaries I have
With folded corners
Leather bound
Rusky
Nostalgic Musky


My Demons playing inside
Hide and seek
Silly game
Caught
In the Slaught


He dies unnatural death
An eternity doomed
Fearsome ways
Farewell
Into hell

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Image google

Sunday, 23 March 2014

Being accepted


You don't belong,
They said.
Go play elsewhere.


Driven away
Too many times
Suddenly he found

Acceptance


A place of belonging
A safe haven
Home.


Not between people,
But among words.
His words.

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Image: google

Slow death


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Entwined around the branches
Does it crawl, slowly,
Seemingly deliberate. 
Clasping around it's heart, 
A slow death of deceit.

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Promises


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For I shall hold on to you, 
As the last drop falls. 
Your eyes, a source of my fancy.
Let them not run dry, 
And I shall never leave.

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Image:google

Saturday, 22 March 2014

A dream that couldn't be

You stood in front of me. That handsome dazzling smile on your face. A look of pure bliss surrounding you. You looked so happy, content.

It wasn't for me though, I knew right away.

You looked my way, and I saw you go from happiness to disbelief in a matter of seconds. Almost like you didn't want me there. I had thought that I'd  surprise you, but I never thought that you'd be returning the favor.

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She'd been so excited to meet me,me being your supposed friend. I felt insulted by the use of that term. I knew better than that. It had been less than a month,that the two of you had met.  Silently my eyes met yours. Your eyes held a pleading look, almost to say to me, not to reveal anything. Little by little my heart was breaking.
She kept gushing on as to how wonderful you are. How amazing it was to have met you. And I felt likewise. Even though I hadn't ever said it out loud to you. Neither did you. It wasn't ever necessary. Yet that day hearing her say those kind words about you, it felt like my heart was being squeezed inside my chest. Like something was suffocating me from within.

I helplessly looked on. Why did you look at me so? What were you trying to tell me?  I couldn't understand, I thought I did before. But now I wasn't too sure.

" It's happened so fast, I can't believe we're in love. "

This broke me out of my daze. Love? How could it be? I snapped my head towards you. 

You looked away. I couldn't stop the overwhelming feeling wash over me.

She held your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. You held it up and gently kissed it. I couldn't take it anymore. This nightmare like feeling. Like the whole world had stopped. Like I couldn't breathe at all. Gasping for air I stood up. And looked away. Anywhere but you. I squeezed my eyes shut, threatened by the tears that could spill over.

I Opened my eyes.

It was only then I realized, my tears being soaked by the soft fabric beneath my cheek. And I was gasping for air. 

It was only a dream!

I felt relieved, glad that it didn't happen. A dream that couldn't possibly be true.

But I knew better, a voice in my head whispered, " You and I could never be." And someday I know, this dream will come true.

Friday, 21 March 2014

Poetry


On the occasion of world poetry day, I would like to share a part of me, my life, my poetry. My poetry is rather straight from the heart, my emotions compel me to write down each verse with a raw sense of being. Hence the following verse was penned down today.

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And so the poetry flows,

In that direction where my heart goes. 
What happens after, who knows? 
The story of my life shall tell.

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For I do not know where life shall take me, but wherever I shall be, there shall be poetry.



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My Favorite poem is death be not proud. I could read this over and over again and still be lost in the words.




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Wednesday, 19 March 2014

Priceless moments

A mother laments,
For he's always away,
The father of her child,
Her husbands gone all day.

The evening approached quietly,
As the sun set behind the sky,
Her baby was growing restless,
He had begun to cry!

She sang a little song,
To keep him at bay.
It went on in this manner,
Here's what she had to say.

"Oh little baby,
Shall you not go to sleep?
Oh my little baby,
Please do not weep.

The night sky has darkened,
The stars twinkle bright!
A blanket it is,
Of dreams in your eyes.

Oh little baby,
Papa isn't coming now,
Oh sweet baby,
Do I explain to you how?

For papas running late,
He's working hard for you,
It may be hard to imagine,
At the tiny age of two.

It's all for you sweet baby,
For when you grow older,
A life he wants to give you,
With no trouble on your shoulder.

Don't be crying now,
He shall be coming soon,
Please stop whining now,
You're up since noon!

It may seem absurd,
When he stays away from you,
It may seem silly,
The hours left are few.

He's suffering in your absence,
I can see it in his eye.
He loves you so dearly,
Oh why do you sigh?"

The baby thinks to himself,
"Why papa does so?
He's doing it all for me.
Yet far from me does he go.

I need him now to hold me
Make me fall asleep,
On his shoulder, in tender care,
To wipe my tears as I weep."

He had missed his first steps.
As also the first uttered words.
No effort he made to be home early,
It was beginning to get absurd!

Perhaps the money shall be made,
When the baby grows older.
For now he's missing the priceless moments,
Blissful seconds with his toddler.

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Painting by Laxman Aelay. Taken from an online article

Tuesday, 18 March 2014

Clouds


"Look! That one looks like a tree," Lilly giggled.

"That one is an octopus silly," grins Ben.

"How can you call a tree an octopus benny?" she wailed. "It is a tree! Look closer."

"How could I possibly go any closer to the clouds lilly? Besides You're silly lilly!" He stuck his tongue out to her.

She huffed and puffed away from there. Not wanting to show how hurt she felt.

Yes, childhood love it was. Still is.
And shall be, always.

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Image: Google

Random scibblings: Super

A few taked on Super.

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What power he emits!
Such strength he displays!
Might!
A superhero is born.

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No you're wrong, he screams.
My daddy is a superhero!

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Working in the spider section gave him the creeps.
Her favorite was spiderman.

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He's my super grandchild she says.
He'd boldly saved nani from the falling building.

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Little bobby was taking obsession to another level.
Red underwear over blue pants.

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You mean daddy isn't a hero?
She cries.
"He is little one.
A martyr for the nation."
Not all heros are indestructible.

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I'm a housewife, she said.
Oh you're a superwoman?

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"Hulk is a monster," I cringed.
He has good inside him mommy.
We all do.

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Supper? He texted.
I danced with joy.
Super!* sorry for the typo.

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Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!
I still sing that one!

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How do I look?
Super! He said always.
She sighs at his vocabulary.

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Saturday, 15 March 2014

Words too many: My dream Library

My little collection of books by my bedside.


It had been five days that I hadn't written a single word. It’s not very often that happens to me mind you. I do tend to scribble at least two lines a day. Did I finally have the famous writer's block? 

Browsing through Indisprire, I fell in love. Literally. With an idea! My dream library. Such ideas ran through my head! The authors, the books I have wanted to read for the longest time. I could feel the excitement run through my veins. There’s far too many books that I would like to read. I will begin from the ones I have already read.

I quickly snapped a photo of my bedside books. My current library comprises of  around 500-550 books.( I wish I had more *sigh*) A major chunk of them are Enid Blyton, Rudyard Kipling and other such books for children. They were my childhood books that I just can’t seem to part with. The little prince, Frankenstein, Pinocchio, White Fang, Malgudi Days, Sherlock Holmes, Judy blume, the famous five and Nancy drew were the books I read as I grew up. With teenage, my choice of books changed too. I now turned to Sidney Sheldon, Erich Segal, Mary Higgins and silly romantic Mills and boons. What a phase that was! ( Thank God it's over!)

Another shelf comprises of self motivational books by Robin Sharma, Tony Buzan, Jack Canfield and other such authors. This phase hit me as I completed my graduation. From chickenSoup to Whale done, from Who will cry when you die to the monk who sold his ferrari.
The greatness guide, Fish tales, project 50, Think Big! the art of oratory, Zen and the art of motorcycle, the 7 habits of highly effective people, the greatness guide, Biographies and what not. I was hooked. Phew!

Coming back to my bedside books. They are my favorite books out of all. They consist of all kinds of books ranging from classics such as Jane Austen: Pride and prejudice, Emma; Charles Dickens, Shakespeare, Scott Fitzgerard, Sir Walter Scott, Edgar Allen Poe, Thomas Hardy, Kenneth Grahame, Heidi, Uncle Tom’s Cabin, To kill a Mockingbird, A streetcar Named Desire, to newer authors such as Jean Sasson, Khaled Hosseini, Anjum Hassan, Zaidi Hussaini, Sudha Murthy, Paulo Coelho, Ken Follet. Let’s not forget the famous ones like Rowling, Cecelia Ahern, Chetan Bhagat and Arvind Adiga to name a few. I could perhaps spend a long time listing out the books there.

Poetry books has a dedicated corner on my table. Robert Browning, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Shakespeare,Tagore, John Berryman, Lord Bryon, William Blake, Cummings, W.B. Yeats, Longfellow. I'm drowning in their words as I write. There's far too many books that I would like to read more. 


The more I think about my dream Library, the more I add to the authors in my head. So when finally I know what I want, it is in the following manner.


My dream Library: I do not know which place that would be. My dream library is my very home. Where I would like to make a collection of my personal books. The ones I've read countless number of times. The ones I could quote from word to word. The size of the library would not matter, Although a library like Mr. Darcy’s at Pemberley would do, My Dream Library would be my favorite books, in a single place, right under my reach, right in my heart.

Me going through books.
Apparently I was lost in them :)

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