Monthly Archives: January 2014

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Today ink will spill,
the pen will swerve into a wild dance
in seething furies
the paper will bear the brunt
of all that we did
in the name of us
we hypocrites
self-loathing bastards
blotting lives black
with our self-righteousness.
The rage is building up
at the fearful citizen
the coward who couldn’t
accept the two men who
loved each other
more than he loved
his own wife who he trapped
in the invisible confines
of his domestic violence
throughout
his fucking life;
when her body bore the brunt of his
hand which saw no reason
was not that unnatural?
Anger lingers at the citizen
who was cold to them
in Khirkis
to him only drug traffickers
It was his, not their
humanity that was eaten up
the citizen
for whom
the creative patterns
of the cigarette smoke
held
only addiction
and filth
but no emotion
no hopelessness
to whom
his car in the parking safe
was
more important
than the clothes on that
little child dying.

Citizen, I have been there citizen
I have seen my world
collapse
seen my life smothered underwater
in the front of my eyes
I am not me
I am that human
you everyday see
begging, screaming
for you
to see
and dreaming
but you do not see
you do not want to see

Random Musings #1 – thoughts embarked upon long walks to nowhere.

People. People hurt people all the time. I wonder how many people I’ve been hurt by, and how many people have I hurt. Then I wander from my wonders and reflect, why wouldn’t I write about the inexplicable intricacies of graph theory that after apparently infinity of my grapples with them continue to elude me; and rather purge away sorrows, blot them on writing paper with ink? Why this profound emotion, and why not that profound emotion? Yes, I’ve been hurt. Even devastated, at times. But I realized life won’t end. It won’t end until I end it. I am responsible for my own happiness. I am to blame for my own unhappiness. It isn’t a fact, just a belief. Yes, eventually I found people who will love me and I will love them. Yes, even they hurt me sometimes and maybe I hurt them too. But since I love them and they love me, we are together. That probably, is the essence of love. And I again wonder, why wouldn’t I elucidate the impeccable details of my travel life in Delhi and let people wonder if indeed I am the reincarnation of The Genius, but write this. I sit back and bask in the realization that I’ve miles to go before I sleep, miles to go before I sleep. There won’t be a better end.

Happy Birthday, Sanskriti!

A poem written for a friend a while ago as a birthday gift and tribute to the person she is! 

A month has passed,
since the divine day
the coming-of-age
the best moments of your life
the heavenly bliss bestowed
upon you.
I know I faltered, am late
but I hope like old wine
it rekindles the ecstacy
of the day you turned eighteen
brings back memories
makes you smile a little
a chuckle or two
and experience mellow sweetness of mind!

And about you,
words escape me
to describe what a gem you are,
a personality of utmost vibrance
sprinkled with every desirable quality
seriousness, liveliness, craziness (main pagal ho gayi hun :D)
responsibility, care, a genuine friend
(who reminded me so many times of my cuteness,
which I’m arguably not :p)
and so much that goes undescribed.

I’m elated and blessed that I met you
a person who’d listen to me
one of the oases
in the desert of our college
and I imagine our yet-to-be-discussions
under the tree opposite of MechC
Sanskriti
never change who you are
you are an angel this way,
and although I’m late
and it took your message to shake me up
I hope the poem
was an upliftment
like swatches of air
carrying in their arms you
floating
and as it descended and calmed
and end, like it will now
brings over
peace and never quite ends
Happy 18th Birthday once again. Sorry for the delay. :)

*Gift wrapped in love, affection and a tribute to you*

A Touch.

A warm goodbye
was it?
A handshake
supposed to be
but for a moment
the fingers locked in
– just for a moment
they did –
perfectly
locked
like a puzzle solved
a jigsaw fit together
emotions
like adhesive
bound together
for just a moment
that seemed like eternity
then pulled
resisting the magnetic pull
turned back
still full of the passion yet undiscovered
the jolts
that went down them.