chromaticity

hiding beneath the hindering light
out of my sight
they waver beneath
crying in delight
half-heartedly i look them up
shook them up.. as if in fright
myriad colours...
on a journey of abundance
sighing with every breath
these colours of delight
what i seek ..
is the colours devoid
of flavour, of passion
of wisdom and kinds
the colour of darkness
forgiving in its cry
i seek .. i peek at the
colour of the blind
and then i find
the colour divine
of beauty, of passion,
of freedom, of fight..The peace,
within the white..
the morning.. after a long night

What's the story morning glory... ;-)

Change of Seasons

{aching for you
is more of a habit
a morbid
sense of being i feel

but being with you
is suddenly tragic
trapping in itself
the emotions are real..

its not a change in season
i fear, its a change
in the memory of you

for loving you is a memory
a memory more lovely than .. you}

Vrindavan...

As the day passes by..
in the cosy sarai..
potentially waiting, for a cup of chai..
I heave out .. and.. sigh.

eras have passed it seems..
leaving this place untouched..
its the same old gali
the same old nukkad...

radhe radhe..says the little boy
offering me the magical words
along with a kulhhad full of chai

breathing through the vintage halls..
this city of magic.. the city of lords
brajbhoomi.. where Gods were born

the touch of 'now' is seeping in
tones of a bhajan..emanate..
as the mobile rings..
loudspeakers blaring the new hit remix

kajrare kajrare.. tere kare naina krishna..
.. :)

here i belong..
it is here that i am from..

Soul Curry

In boiling bother of this boring afternoon
bubbling and besieged by the broody look
upon thy face..

I seethe with sultry stupor
of senseless sanity, surrendering to the silence
of the bridges in-between..

I long for the lovingly lonesome and lavish
pauses..


I babble in incomprehension
I saddle up to go to the sun
I laugh away the moments gone

coz there are more to come around.

Get Frosted!

WIND AND WINDOW FLOWER


Lovers, forget your love,
And List to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.

When the frosty window veil
Was melted down at noon,
And the caged yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,

He marked her through the pane,
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by,
To come again in the dark.

He was a winter wind,
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds.
And little of love could know

But he sighed upon the sill,
He gave the sash a shake,
As witness all within
who lay that night awake.

Perchance he half prevailed
To win her for the flight
From the firelit looking-glass
And warm stove-window light.

But the flower leaned aside
And thought of naught to say,
And morning found the breeze
A hundred miles away.

-Robert Frost

Absence

Out alone in the balmy night
just looking for someone to fight
I stand alone by the swing
fighting the frustrations from within

Nothing.. to prepare
Nothing.. to rebel
Nothing.. to love
Nothing.. to gain

Have been caged here in solitude
I seem to be lost to my friends..
Because eventho they write to me
I sometimes think they pretend..

hoping for a remedy
to cure away this pain
I long to be with someone again
to fill up.... the absence

*Saanjh*

saanjh ki nami mein
saason ki baarish
simte hue ek pal mein
afsaano si khwaish..

dubte hue suraj si
dhalti hui aankhen
bheege un lamhon mein
thehar jaane ki khwaish..

girte hue patton ki
sehmi si sarsarahat
jannat ki is mehfil mein
ghar basane ki khwaish..

har saanjh mein, ek pal
ek pal , ek lamha
ek lamha yun jismein
poori zindagi jee lene ki khwaish..

Nanoseconds

Rupturing a heart
watching it explode
a million pieces gone
a million more to go
chanting an anthem
commanding the pain to go
i stand still
the emotions flow
staring at a reflection
willing for it to change
...................................... a penny for your thoughts
the stranger exclaimed
bringing up a smile
on a tarnished face
................................. All goes on
on its usual pace
no the world doesnt stop
to acknowledge your pain
.............................. It lets you go
so that you can let go
living the life
one nanosecond at a time

Blowing winds

I often just sit up and try to figure out what is it that i am supposed to be hanging around here for?
which question is assigned for me to solve?
what answer am i searching for?
who am i waiting here for?
andwhen i find answer to none of these questions..
i cant figure out what it is that i am trying to figure out?
entagled in the questions.. i see myself turn into a question mark...
an entwined curve hanging around.. with a dot of inconsequence toward the end..
I am turning into a question mark
questioning all that there is and all that is to come around..
why why why.. who what .. i cry.. endlessly..
as i listen in to the song...

the answer my friend is blowin in the wind...
the answer is blowing in the wind ..

And then there are days like these...

Heirarchy of disorder
tumbling down the landscape
of thoughts and visions
of words yet unspoken
of risks always taken

In the society of bees
drumming, humming
through the haze
unscathed, unhurried
finding the way through the maze

frittering away in search of gold,
sweet honey, to take back home
selling away something inside of us
at every turn
at every chance
at every glance
we are far far far away from home

i wish only to go back now
to go back even without the gold
without the sweet honey pot, i told
that i would bring..
I wish to come back home
before i lose all that is within

Rant and Rave

Locked up in an Iron cage
fed on an Iron Plate
yet unseen, uncovered thoughts
hiding beneath the Iron Mask
unleashed on the plains of peace
leaving the scars
of unpleasant times
reeking .. unpleasant memories
flooding the remains
with unheeded rage
opening valves of scourging lava
flammable words
errupting from the forked cave
stealing away the calm,
the nothingness..
bringing in a change...

Dil Ki Ankahee

Dil bas chupke se sunta hai
Kuch bhi kehne se darta hai
Is duniya ki har galti mein
Bewak shamil hota hai

Num aankhon se bas
Kuchch apne gam baant leta hai..
Apna bojh halka kar leta hai..

Tanha woh kisiki talaash mein
Har dil ko apnana chahta hai
Par bezuban yeh dil
Humrahi ke intezaar mein,
Raah mein gumsum sa khada reh jata hai

Kabhi kabhi sannate mein uski sisak sunai de jaati hai
Aankhon mein tab uske dard ki jhalak nazar aati hai

Jhooti dilaasa dekar , is dil ko behlate hain
Uski ankahee ko ansuni karne ki hum roz lakh koshishe karte hain

Ab yeh haal hai …

Ki hum bhi khamosh hain
Dil bhi khamosh hai…

Lethargy

Idle at the moment
in the moment
another moment arrives
and the idle moment dies

I try to hold on to
the dying moment
as it slips away, in its loss
i lose another moment

I let it go, waiting for its return
but it has already gone
leaving me alone
with another moment to grieve

I keep waiting for the perfect moment
as each one comes
and moves along
bringing in another moment

.... this is lethargy at its best.. aplogies for this post :)

strangest "stop"

Out on a stroll..
moving slowly like a troll
Stuck in a moment
In a Strife to comeout alone

Luxury of Silence bestowed
Gaping winds welcoming me ashore
Lonely trees to give company
Branches stowed beneath my feet

Dissceting the thoughts
i chafe with the knife
the wood scrapes out
curling.. whithering away

it begins to get familiar
the comfort of holding on
the moment is long gone
I found a friend resting right in my palms..

"In Love"

In love i was
lookin at you
being with you
being for you always around
loving you.... giving you
all..without any bounds
loved the feeling of having you around
one look from you
to undertsand wht you are all about
listening to you for hours
talking to you....long into the night
I long to be tht fool again...laughin inside the covers in the night
I loved the smile which would find its way
on my face ..unclaimed
I loved to think that you are thinking of me
thinking about you the whole day..
I loved to anticipate wht u would want
to be there for you before you even need me
hanging around to see you get all you need
even if it was someone else that you loved truly


I thought..my heart could beat for you for ever
but now it stands broken..

The Ghost and The Warrior

Shrouded Pathways, in the moonlit night
Forbidding and Inviting at the same time
He stood there, with Shields and Swords
To fight the Silence, with his honourable heart

aarggh.. the long wait...been hungry too long
hmph! dwelled here too long
many have come here, grrr....but no one for long..
i will wait for the next.. grrrrowl...how long???

Rising mist, carried a foul breath
A Warning!! "" keep away................."
The walls rippled, upside down in the tarn
Feets scurried away with fear, the Warrior was here!

grmppp..he arrives.. his stench anounces him..
brave he thinks he is..buurrrrff..
holds the sword too high...gaaahh..i see him
snip snip... i wait no more...

Creaking Doorway welcomes him...
Darkness envelopes, eludes all forms
With Unseen shapes all around
He prepares to fight!!!

har har...his heart beats too fast
he moves too fast... gllmmmp

He Strikes with his Shining Sword
A Shriek Resonates the Big Halls

Glllllooomppp..... yummy....
They dont know .. the Great Shelob has been waiting for long.......gruhmpp

hunted!

I just dont know..

having traced all the lines of your face
i have read the lies in your eyes
still when its time to let you go
i just dont know...if i would

gazing into your vacant eyes
i taste the tears every night
even when you dont say anything
i just dont knw.... if i should

i give away all i can, meekly
withering away as slow as the hours past
and even when you call out for help
i just dont know... if i could

Days Gone by...

Came across a poem by Alfred Tennyson, wanted to share with you all..

"The Princess":



Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

Dear as remember'd kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd
On lips that are for others; deep as love
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!

Elysium

what if.. I was to live in my own world
how different will it be from now?
A land, which would be quite like the middle earth
peaceful, like the shire

I quite hope , that Hogwarts would feature in it too
that magic would find an everyday regularity
where believeing in yourself and your love,
would still be the strongest magic of all..

it would be quite alright
to start dancing in the middle of the night
or just whenever, wherever we feel like
to laugh out loud and clap our hands in delight

adventures during every summer break
Santa Claus visiting on every christmas eve
secret passages to lost treasures
and despite all.. a "happily ever after" for all!

-
:-)

Lost

just like a pricey posession of mine
i hold on to all happiness i can find
i weave my dreams around it
foolish dreams of having it forever as mine

the joy makes me giddy
and i loosen the grip a little
i want it to spread around
for everyone to know, what will forever be mine

my laugh sounds musical
i am twirling around
having found what everyone keeps looking for
then next instant i lost, that which was to be forever mine

silently i keep searching
trying to hold on to it
but it is nowhere to be found
now it wont ever be mine

Morpheus

Withering wisps of trivialities
enticing games of make-believe
in diminished realities
are, unseen memmories
endless conversations,
in the silence...
of the sleepy slumber.
no boundaries exist,
beneath the myriad colours
but a playground of memories

reflections perceptions askew
revelations realised
awaiting at dawn, for dusk..
in the dark towers of sand
i bid you to my world..

Mirage

"Silences"

Distraught in silences
Enclosed in muffled screams
I live in a void...
shouting, just to be seen

Struggling through the conversation
learning to listen..
sounds i cannot hear
I make up the words..

Aching pain, numbs me
makes me feel restless
I give in to the darkness
stifling the cries

Scentences wither away
midway
losing their sense
mumblings, rumblings

My lips part... and then... nothing.

Mundane

losing myself in inches..
in the everyday regularity
escaping the last second
to relive it again

continual routine
variant in degrees, too miniscule
i am no longer unique,
existing day-in and day-out

clashin inside everyday
the two minds
one which wants to change
and the one who does not

i am reaching out
but am not yet there
the comfort in being mundane
seems more promising

fighting in this battle
to salvage my soul
hoping to be reborn
breaking the chains of lethargy

Thunderbirds

stashed inside are a million men
a million songs...stories and ends
memories..all gasping for air
stifling inside, crumpled in a corner
inside the trunk, which has lost its key
the ghosts are rattling

haunting for attention
they now command the crossroads
appearing unexpectedly
excruciatingly they gaze
upon all that is "now" and
all that is soon to be...

I lull myself to sleep
swimming in tears,wet with dismay
they beg to forget, to be forgotten
the death of a memory..

i wish for them to be revived
but thunderbirds dont sing that song anymore..

classroom

truly a sight..

fists cuddled in fight..
the corner occupied..
others.. go on walkin by
its the lunchtime

a few gather in the hall
exchanging tidbits
from their lunchboxes and their lives
giggling in delight

someone else is sobbing away
the cruelty of life
comforting words are being said..
afterall there is another test
coming up after the lunchtime..

notebooks, chalks, benches..
are being arranged
everyone is in their place
blackboard has been cleaned

and then the bell rings...

Figuratively speaking

Honest eyes stare back
tears sliding down the cheeks

But as my glance rests on the smile
it takes me completely by surprise..

Tragedy seems shattered
Comedy finds its mark
Reality demurely walks in
more endearing than all the princely fantasies around

For it might be that
the knife was supposed to kill her
But he was holding it
upside down

Ludicrous

A mundane day
inching along..
cloaked in lethargy
wearing it as a gown

slipping on its endlesss threads
falling on our face
in front of a crowd
holding on to it.. like a clown

no..it means more to me
i cannot give it away
its what i am ..u see
(using it a shield)

Its true ..u know
I cant find myself inside nowadays
But its a lovely cloak..
keeps me ... away

Mild Hysteria

alone on a sidewalk
her legs are criss-crossed
sitting down on the pavement
her vacant eyes stare

with colours of magic all around her
in her secret chamber she waits
head bowed low, as if in prayer
hands clasped tight around her waist

the mirror is cracking
all seems fake, unreal
like a marching army
the crowd gathers around her

curiosity..curiosity...
a burning question all around
they can sense it too now
the moment is approaching

as she looks around
her last sight is a blur
the hunger gets to her
before the poison....

Revive from the reverie!

Liberate a thought
and let it feed on the gospels
stoically it will grow
into its own form
like a fire
consumed with passionate energy
bringing to ashes
all the cobwebs, the dry cackling sound
of the burning wood
all is charred, blackened with soot
glowing embers still remain
to rekindle, to keep alive
the rising smoke
raises the alarm

setting the stage
for a revolution!

Valentine's Day

Well..i thought i could write a poem on this romantic eve...
but i guess.. sylvia plath just says it all in this poem..
its titled
MAD girl's love song

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

Alone on a weekend..

Lonely hours ticked by...
awaiting the arrival of yet another moment of solitude, of introspection.
But havinng in abundance, that, which is usually scarce makes me value it less. (time)
I wander around doing nothing.

No complaints to make, no wishes unfulfilled.
I am content, too content (I am unsure of this comfort)
The peacefullness is bothering me...

then the phone rings...
and I am longing for the silence again :)

Its almost hilarious
How i hold on to something only when i know that it will be gone

I guess i am just waiting for tht special someone in my life..
and i think..everyone has to wait alone :)

Shadows

The flickering lamp-post
at the bend of the road,
across the shrinking shadows
stretching with the wind

I stood there waiting...
i had nowhere else to go!

the approaching darkness
made them bolder...
menacingly they moved about
cloaking in darkness, shrouding in obscurity

Biding its time to claim me
Make me a part of its own.

Wicked Witch of the West!!

i was born different
in a tinge of green
with sniping teeth
cutting my own words

i grew up to be weird
thinking whys and hows
instead of learning lessons
i ought to hv had played !

i left all whom i knew
to save them from harm,
i feared...i could bring,
i did not explain, why

alone on a broomstick
i now chase the ghosts
with a flying monkey, a wolf ,a book of spells
and the cold winds

A Novel beginning ;)

As it is said.. "A new Year... A new beginning"
Here i am with a new post, a new look, and possibly even a newer me :)

I have updated all my posts with pictures.. to make the words seem more beautiful or maybe to help me in expressing thoughts, which i could not express in words.. whichever the case...i have chosen them to aid my posts..and convey 1000 words... in a snapshot..

The New Year effectively begins at the New Year's eve.. with the world awaiting for the clock to strike 12..but the 31st of December ..is just like every other day of the year...with a beginning and an end...the morning and the night...
But still its more than just another day...or even a bearer of a good beginning..

To me...its the full-stop at the end of a scentence.

it helps me see that...all the events of the past are now bygones...
its a way to remind myself..to begin anew..
to forget.....to empty the recycle bin....to refresh ;)
to celebrate the joys i shared...to remember....to capture all the memories..
and its an excuse to give things one last chance!

and on that note..i would like to invite you all..to once again
go through the blog, let me know what you think of the updates..
and to...forget me not .. :)