Monthly Archives: August 2013

Snippets in Time: Old Works #1

These (including A Game of Basketball) are some my old writings; vague snippets of words written in obscure snippets of time. I don’t judge them, however inchoate they might appear. Maybe they even represent the inchoate and chaotic part of my life, that is, the last three years (not saying that now life’s more stable, certainly not). Whatever the case may be, here is the first installment.

1. My Romance with You, Beauty.

I see you speaking to me,
I hear you looking at me,
For what else but you, would ignite this desolate heart?

You whisper in my ear, grown tired of hearing else,
fill me with a liveliness and surprise,
that I had long longed for.

The word plays, the pages scroll,
the statement runs, to enthrall,
‘tis you which restores me,
before I fall.

A symphony thy voice is,
full of beauty, brimming with elegance,
that makes me live,
with the knowledge that I know thee,
and still do not.

It is an odd kind of romance,
perhaps what I wanted – needed,
for, stealing a glance of you –
which’s the only thing one can really do –
I know – and do not – about you,
and it fills my heart with everything – nothing.

I’m no one,
but being with you,
endows me with the sense,
that I have everything.

When the weary traveler,
reaches the destination,
what he sees – the vision,
is enough to ward off the tire.

(dreamily scribbled in mid-2012.)

2. Demannu Meop.

Can really distort I the sentence?
Wordplay little with a?
just words here tossing and there,
them scramble, sense make still and?

For decide to I am who?
Selector only I am the.
Possibly permutations twenty and seven hundred are,
and only to choose I am here one!

(defied logic in 2012)

More to be procreated in another post, lest this one be unbreathingly overpopulated.


I, Zeus.

When the lightning struck me,
blue and bright,
electricity, ran through my veins,
adrenaline was on a high,
it pinned me to ground,
shackled me with blue bolts
– my hands bound,
invigorated with jolts.
It was an energy infused,
never before, never before,
screams of laughters,
my eyes were tiny blue cores,
blue eyes, blue bolts,
blue power that I wielded;
power from heaven; intoxication;
in my arms, in my knees,
build up at the back,
and surge up to the head,
the only thing it did destroy,
was my heart and soul,
and born was Zeus
– the father of god.

Coffee Break: One

Well, so there’s this. This blog. It’s been only five posts till now and I’m not sure what shape my writings are taking on, or if they’re taking any definite shapes at all. Maybe they are just balloons of different shapes and sizes, floating on the white canvas of this blog. “Globes of thin air, red, green, Delighting” Maybe that’s what Sylvia Plath referred to in her almost bizarre (but lovely!) poem Balloons. The experiences. Thoughts of a vast spectrum of magnitudes. An ocean with life. And there’s so much yet to discover, so much depth to explore and so many sounds and silences to listen to! And I’m going to let it be impulsive, sudden striking like thunder; impromptu.

Now, with all the crazy random writings (you dare generalize my writings!), an obvious question would inevitably arise: why I am doing this? Now my head is too messed up to answer this question appropriately, but yes, I started this blog impulsively (after my failed attempts to deliberately come up with ideas for a blog) and I’m enjoying it. Surely they are visions of some kind, and it has been fun.

So after a spate of five, maybe abstract, barrages of words, here comes the human part of me. Talking. That’s the great thing about conversations, right? This is a conversation. And it’s pure pleasure. But I digress. So where were we? Writing. I have been writing for about three years now and the most stupendous of it (in my opinion, of course) has been the debates, discussions and chats I’ve had with people on the internet. And after this, comes the temporally bounded spurt of energy and passion where the focus zeroes in on the pen and the paper and all matter around dissolves into a nebulous haze. I’ll be sharing most of this old work (well…some of it might not be worth it) here in a few days. And this will march ahead from there. New buds with blossom into flowers with azure and fuchsia petals.

Ah, I love it.