Transition

dressed in robes
colorless and white
of my own choice
hair tied in a bun
uptight!

a book in hand
a dangling bookmark
a scrap of paper
with a lipstick mark

awaiting at the platform
train to arrive
set for the transition
from sunshine to moonlight

a light baggage
of a story or two
all piled up, alongside..
a shuddering breath, a lone tear

I wait for you, tonight!

~dil~

carve my heart out..
slice it and dice it..
serve it on a plate..


relish it..
cherish its taste..

its a meal well spent for..
its a meal to remember..

have u ever looked into the eyes of someone who,
so willingly surrenders.

Blur

sections and aisles
rows and columns
divided and separated
arranged and ordered
everything in its place

yet Life!.. is a mess,
no boundaries to repair,
failing to distinguish.
what is real.. ?
what is not there?

All seems a Blur
a fantasy..
I am no longer sure
If this is me.. or just destiny..

Abandoned Hearts!

In a closet of afternoon
glowing memories
in deep red
words of comfort

holding hands
on a Summer's eve
blue lake
.. your eyes are dead..

reaching out
wipe the tears
..a colourless stain..
of longing

the heart..beats
like a resounding knock
on an abandoned door
..all is black..

Tiger-Lily! :)

Another Dark Lord!

Trust me to be the one
who fate chose, for the fight!
whenever i dwell in delight...
to catch me , by surprise..
throwing me amidst the war
as they chant,,
The savior!... The Lord!

I do not fight to own glory
or triumph over those who suffer
I only fight to complete the story
saving all and as many
tearing down the crossroads
of time.... of destiny

the prophecies run amok
declaring my fate for all to read
and I end up as the green-eyed savior
to keep the dark-lord at bay
and the world at peace

I wish i could mock..
stutter and frown
or ignore all that goes around
give up all.... in exchange of normality..
but fate always gets its dues
even in the realms of impossible fantasies!

Drained

words of comfort
arms around
hands held tight
stray tears...
lurking about
thoughts of loss
of emotions
of respite
I drain you all...
I take away.. a little of your life
the burden is heavy in my heart
and i stay away now
keep my horrors at bay now
keep myself astray now
so now you have your own
and i have my own... life!

zamana!

zamane ki soch mein ... na jane hum kahan hain!
humari nazar mein lekin
yeh zamana jawan hai..
nayi khasiyat, naye khayalat hain
par is boodhi zameen ke dil mein
koi humara kahan hai?

tanhaiyon ke pul hain
akelepan ke kamre
nadaniyon ke charche
aur majbooriyon se kharche!

aaj ek pal ke liye har fasana jawan hai
par har jawan pal ka yeh fasana kahan hai?

aasuon ke katghare mein jo khada hai zamana ..
to use faisla sunane wale jasbaat kahan hai..

Snippets.. thoughts..

kabhi kabhi...
bahut man karta hai ki koi khaas saath hota..
fir khayal ata hai..
saath hota to yeh khayal na hota

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apki baaton mein khoye..
aur raat ho gayi..
bina aankhen band karke jo soye...
subah ho gayi...
aapke saath bitaye kuch pal..
aur zindagi ho gayi

- dedicated to varti.. thanks for a grand bday..

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San Francisco

Golden gates
sunny state
seaside walks
lovely talks
foggy skies
starry nights
twisted roads
droopy boughs
friends along
singing a song
ultimate peace
sharing thoughts
moonlit paths
rides in BART
taking a cruise
finding a muse
figuring it out
as sun sets down

i can say it in a word..
californication is the term

A Pink Rose...

another oil painting!!
Believe me it looks better from distance.. :|
and it looked better before i added pink!

casse' - broken

O ye of lost faith..
behold and trust the sight
you are about to see
a world upturned
for no reason .. no fun
only pain remaining ..
for all to see!
hanging on thin threads
of fading glory,scattered hope!
turned away from light
stopping only to reflect and mope..
drowned in clouds of mahogany
drenched in layers of sheen
all are but memories...
latched and locked
survivors.. of battles fought ..
memoirs of how things used to be..
do not cross our path
we maybe broken
we are not yet lost
we carry marks of grief
we carry it as hope
in remembrance of what we were
in respect .. to all that was before

Scene ~ A Visit to the museum

ज़ाहिर सी बात है

हैरान निगाहों में
तपती हुई सी आस है....
शायराना महफिल में
चुप्पी की आवाज़ है....
नम आंखों को
नींद की तलाश है....
आप से ही हम हैं
ज़ाहिर बात है!

Painful Recitation

deep set red eyes
lurking on a cursed
tortured soul,
feeding on thoughts of recluse
drained of exhaustion
letting go of the pain
reliving old wounds
whirring of an old ceiling fan
indicating time..
not bothering to stop
not horrified...
peacefully moving on
too broken to notice..
a tightening embrace
slowly healing..
eyes sting with tears
an ache longing to be released..
fade in....
fade out..

Storyteller

locked in a steely cage
a ravenous beast at large
a fairy princess in a debt
knights riding across the marsh
universe transformed
into a magical place
shimmering castles
glimmering halls

touted as the world's greatest
evil, conspiring, conniving, lot!
the hero all alone, but brave
fearless and bright.. in the dark!
dragons and dark lords
awaiting their fate
kings and elves .. showing the path!

They all reside in a fairytale
and they all reside in our hearts..
inspired in a lonely night
they teach us to fight
they teach us to laugh
coz the world might be a dreary place
but in a story.. we can skip that part :)

Colours of Magic!

world came to life
in the fraction of a heart beat
there it was...
and then it wasn't !
the silence in the milliseconds
lasting till eternity
i was at the very heart
the heart.. of every heartbeat
streaming from every end
bouts of colours.. colours divine..
i was at the birthplace,
origin of every second in time.
sprouting out from the very core
resting on.. all that is now
all that is ever
all that is never..forever

senses on an overdrive
all in a heartbeat
there he was
and then he wasnt

been tagged!

Tagged by devil...now let's see what's the tag all about...

rules are:
* each blogger starts with eight - ten random facts/habits about themselves...
* people who are tagged need to write posts in their own blog about the tag and post these rules...
* at the end of your post, you need to choose people to get tagged and list their names...(I am not doin this)


ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT???
9 stitches... left a scar.. had an operation

WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW???
a hug..

WHAT DO YOU MISS???
hanging around with my friends... pune.. monsoon in bombay

WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION???
a bracelet.. i dont knw why.. but i rarely step out of the house without it..
I have had it with me for more than 8 years now

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SMELL???
smell of wet earth after rainfall...
smell of agarbatti in mornings.. when dadi is doin pooja

DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC???
i had felt it once.. i was in a lift with someone who i just cud not stand!!

DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK???
used to get really scared.. especially coz i had a vivid imagination and i enjoyed reading vampire stories n watch horror movies..
and well.. i do blive in supernatural things...
but since i hv worked in a night shift project for 2 years.. i hv been out n abt at all odd hours of the night.. so i am still cautious.. but not so afraid..

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOGNE / PERFUME???
perry ellis..

COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINKS???
coffee!! (mocha)

IF YOU COULD EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE???
kheer.. yummmmyyy

WHO IS THE LAST PERSON WHO MADE YOU MAD???
er.. when was it tht i got mad?? cant remember..

DO YOU SPEAK A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE???
english. hindi. little marathi..

WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU???
i usually just say it so.. to all my friends.. they are all such a treasure..
but romantically speaking.. "just hold their hands n dont let go :)"

SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED:
25

BLONDES OR BRUNETTES???
... is not a factor...


WHAT IS THE ONE NUMBER YOU CALL OFTEN???
home!!

HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF INDIA???
yups...

WHERE WERE YOU BORN???
bombay.. in my colony...where my home is.. :)

FIRST JOB???
infy.. still at it!

WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST???
umm.. er... my good nature?? yeah i think..

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL???
doesn't matter...

WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY???
to be with ALL my friends..

HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT???
2..

WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE???
nopes...

DO YOU WISH ON STARS???
always!

WHICH FINGER[S] IS YOUR FAVORITE???
and the point is?

DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING???
i dont mind it.. but i really wish it was much better

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT???
do not prefer meat

ANY BAD HABITS???
tendency to over analyze

WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING CD ON THE SHELF???
CD on a shelf?? i dont think i have any! {thats embarrasing}

IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU???
depends on who i was..

WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME???
wherever i hv my friends.. thts like being at home

DO YOU TRUST OTHERS EASILY???
i rely on my intuition.. has never failed so far..

WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD???
not exactly a toy.. but i was fascinated with water..
i had actually come near to flooding the house once by letting all the taps run!!

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN A MOSH PIT???
nopes...

DO YOU UN-TIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF???
yeah..

THING YOU ATE???
thing?.. but neways.. rajma chawal

SIBLINGS???
an older brother

YOU LIKE SUSHI???
hv never tried it

ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT???
no not shy.. i guess i wil be too scared of an unexpected answer..

Shadow

coming in the alley
crawling out from beneath
kneeling,
bending towards the glowing flame
gaining inches as i walk away

dancing with the howling winds
they simmer
they shudder..
awaiting their fate

slicing through the fog of night
a scream, shrieking in pain
i glance up at the full moon
the creature strikes again!!

witness to all..
..the shady crimes
i often wonder aloud
what if - we could ask the shadows
who has been venturing about?

snuggled

straightjacket-ed!

loony tunes in my head
chirping ahead
walking adept
striking a chord
beating the thoughts
i am singing a song
laughin along
who goes there?
nobody's care
scary .. hairy ..
..crawling !
like a spider
~~~
slowly creeping behind
the fear
the fear.. in my mind
all in my mind he says
trapped in white halls
city halls - the great!
i wonder.. wander
saunter aloud
there is nobody here
nobody about!!
its all but me
in this pretty head
"oh what a creep"
and then.......................... she left!

Kaash...

baaton mein.. ghul jane ki,
yaadon mein.. kho jane ki,
adhoori si aadat hai...meri..
zara si chahat hai

khwabon ko sajane ki,
tumhe apna banane ki,
anjaani shikayat hai...meri..
zara si chahat hai

kaash ki hoti mohabbat...
apko bhi humse!
judti fir nazar...jaana
apki bhi humse!

kya hai ki...
dil mein rehti hai sirf chahat..aur
zara si chahat hai... tumse!!

Mid Life Crisis

For a girl whose thoughts rhyme... It was just an excuse to create a blog..

This blog gave me a chance to express and create..,
to learn.. and share..

I have shared my thghts...
my hopes..
my feelings.. my stories..
and am glad to have received such support from all of u...
sometimes strangers..
sometimes soulmates.. i say soulmate because.. "u all seem to get it!! :-)"

the post count is of 61 posts.. 55 of 'em being poems of my own..

Here is a big THANKYOU :D.. for your comments.. for your suggestions..
for being here... and walking this line with me.

I am not saying this is an end .. but I do wish for it to be a milestone..

A Closet

anokhe se ek pal mein
dil ki baat keh di
tumhe kisiki chahat
.. kisiko dil ki rahat, mil gayi

dhunda humne hi bas kisiko nahin,
apnoko gairon ki chah mil gayi!

Rites of Passage

One passes over..
One awaits the end
One still thinking..
if it would commence!

related in ridges
separated in rifts
sharing the story
looking within..

tied up in feelings
linked in faith
we talk through our lives
awaiting the fate

going through it all
a rite of passage..

A windy night

awaiting the discomfort
of telling a lie
I turn in my sleep
troubled by thoughts
not mine to keep
not mine to believe..
sleep evades me
..as i open my eyes,
I see his face
in the moonlit night

tomorrow..
Till tomorrow i shall wait... again
not now.. not yet
i shall let him know.. in time..

you are not mine..
not my soul..
not my heart..
not my life...

a lie....

Tomb

gathering a city
in bits ... in pieces
filling up the boxes
with ages... pages.. of history

abandoned halls
broken mirrors
murky cellars
.. of a city lost!

caricatures,
now meaningless
knowledge lost!

a story untold
of the silent words
aged and brewed in the dark
for a century

This tastes just like destiny!

Ghost and the flame

He often compared
Darkness to Flames
Dwelling in dark
he would complain
"Selfish, elfish..
too brightly it glows!
must be ignorant
to be standing so bold"
But all it said in reply
was an answer so lame..
"The Lesson i have, is too simple to explain"

Aghast in his fears
he marched in dark corridors
awaiting the rescue
from the flame he now adored
"Take me..
Light me! delight me!!
It exclaimed..
For now I tire.. of darkness and its games"
But all it said in reply
was the answer in vain
"The Lesson i have, is too simple to explain"

Lost in his battles
he now wondered aloud
"what keeps you glowing
how-come u never run out"
He noticed with calm
"For I glow within you.. not about"

khayal

kuch toota hai kahin
ek sheesha sa ab mere dil mein hai

kisi ne khadi kari hai ek diwar
ab un tak pahunchna mushkil mein hain

hairat to yeh hai ki
dard nahi hai.. gam nahi hai
fir bhi khush rehna ab mushkil mein hai

Hidden

Unable to feel safe

i scout about

without being seen

without being sought

hunting for clues

for letting it out

surviving on grubs

i look about

they stand still

unable to hear me shout

i cry around

unseen unheard

trapped in a tragedy

striving to fly...

they call me a bird..

and i don't even know why..