Toss

The cold wind freezes the spine.
The cold heart... the emotions,
Did someone pour an ice bucket on my head!
The seldom silent dog, is quiet
Today.
can he too sense,
My loss?
My world has gone for a toss.
Tossed.

My Scourge

I let you walk on my Tear,


The Scourge of my Life.


For I know I shall have the last laugh.


When your end is near,


God above resides too:


Here!

life

short and trite,

life.

bitter and sweet,

life.

like a pot of golden dreams, 

this life.

Like the rain bow horse

life

strange and complex

life.

that we live is life

that we die for is life

Life.

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Nightfall

Like every Dusk
Today
She stands by the Lighthouse
her eyes glaring at the night
Dimming with the Dawn of Night
The night of Yearning entreats

Sari clad
Bronze Torso..
Eyes like black Diamond

She licks her lips
Sweet Memory
savours the
salty navel
she feels her leg pulsating
the head throbbing in harmony

Her anchal falls
The thick matted hair
Memories of coarse hand
Has'nt combed it off
at all

From the emptiness of the blue expanse
He rises from the sea
They are locked in a trance
Arms around
Head buried in a matted mass
He carries her to Eden
to Nightfall!

Absence

I do not weep

I will not weep

So you may go

My heart is not a Ming

Nor my blood paint..

That I will create ancient Fresco

For I love me..

No rose shall I put over your grave..

For my tears have wrenched my thoughts

I say you will be missed

Like the sky that missess the cloud

Like a great day gone by..

And I shall drink to it

To our times!

In The cavity

The white moon


Fell into a white well,


The well had no crown ,


to guard the fall!


The snake slowly liked the moon


Filling the fangs with mint


The moon dimmed and melted


The fang had done it all...!


licked the Mooney mint small!!

the dog and his master

I blink...
Look down..
You aren't there
I go back to sleep.


I again look down..
wishing you there..
You aren't there ...
Even if you were there it would not matter!!


I know you cant talk..
Still I look down..Blink
expectantly..
The droopy look of your eyes
I am going to miss the shiny tail
I blink ..
close my eyes eternally

BLOOD!

Thicker than water ...

Slower than a stream



Takes a course,


in the mind...


heavier than a dream


keeps us ticking and living


filling our fleshes with a sheen...


our veins with a reason


our hearts with a joy


of living.


Spilled over..


Restless bashes;


countless facades...


At times a joyful living

Spilled over to earn a rightful living


Sweet and sour;


Bitter and fragrant-


Our blood


the elixir for human body

But you will never be there...

some times I feel like a sad song...like I am all alone..Without you
lyrics by John Denver

What is life for a child without a father...and what is life for a girl when her hero is not around..the first hero of her life on whose shoulders she would go of to sleep free from a world of frets...

life is all about age and age catching up and how many scores did you make and how many sores did you heal..or how many blows did you blow...and how much of a mint were you your lifetime...some get a life time achievement award and life goes on and on 

Today I watched a video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bN0WCTFw7L4&noredirect=1 its by an artist named Yiruma...and the music is soft and nice...sort of a music that can actually make you retrospect your thoughts... a music that can make you feel a void.... that's what I felt..

Six years may be seven now...Its really difficult to know you shall never ever ever come back...when I close my eyes I think of you..sometimes tvideo to remind me of the precious jewel I have...

I dont' think people reading this too will ever forget the value of the in-comparable jewel either!!

he images are hazy..its like you were never there...like you will never be there as my life moves from one threshold to another...nor shall we ever sing do..re ..me like madness..and laugh like a madman with a mad child..nor shall we go on the rickshaws singing Christmas carols at the pitch of our voices, on Christmas eve through free school street...nor shall you ever say hop..two three four in and effort to make me walk faster when my legs ache..and nor shall you stand back as I put my new dress on...But that's life..life and its so strange.. unpredictable vagaries.. sometimes I just cannot recall the times we spent together..and this video..this stupid video...is so sad..yet its so beautiful..that I am glad shes here..and I hope to be with her through her best and worst..I guess I didn't need this

Thoughts and Memories

I sat on a bus..

My route to a place unknown!

the sweltereing heat....

Abead of sweat adorned my brow

The driver cussed!

The child cried

An old man coughed,

A woman's trinket jangled

A meaningless murmur...

I look outside

The sun glares back

The sky was naked ...

Not a single cloud to clothe it!!

The peddler pushed flies off his pineapples

An auto-man bumped into the car driver

the spat and hissed 

Pedstrian scampered across the road

Little scraps of paper and trash:

kissed and danced on the road,

the only happy things around

I felt void...

void of Thoughts..

I just stared...!!

Life can be easily encapsulated by the aid of memories...that is why we have memoirs..autobiographies...biographies...strange what memories can do...cry with the happiness..or laugh till you feel your lungs will burst..or cry and cry so hard that you are all alone on a mountain top or on the top of a building and there is no one to hear you...!...or..make you feel pensive..or childlike...or vulnerable and sweet....memories and their vagaries!!

life is so beautiful when you sit down with your friends..those that have grown up with you or those that you met you as your moved up in life....and you chat...and jabber about days bygone..or when you turn in to a restrospecting recluse...

But what if you compartmentalise your memories..you just think about times if you were really a part of incidents that you may have lived..what if you are reminded you have been a part of times by friends..and people who have been and are a part of you life..!

strange thoughts...peculiar too...

just another day.....

Sometimes it feels so lovely to stare at the sky..just so blankly...and i look at the deep depth of blue..and then a thousand mixed thoughts just go pop in your head and .....its like tiny wires and mesh....all forming a hotch-potch in your brain...and slowly as I start analyzing things...like how I mistakenly deleted one of my favorite blogs....
how life is beautiful even in jeopardy...like how life is just so drab even when its supposed to be simple....and how stupid we were when we so desparately desired to grow..up and eventually when you do..you realise growing up is an illusion....of so many promises being made to "when i will grow up..........." and when you do you realise you are miles away from your promises...what were then promises to self take years of working and yearning.....
and when you dream with your eyes wide open and the sense of self belief and conviction is so high you could take on the world full on...
instead you blink your eyes...done enough of staring at the depth of blue..above..you mentally gear up for the 'just another day' of your life
"i wonder y we died to grow up and die each day as grown ups"

WRATH

With blood that fumes
and the soul that rhumes
it all comes gushing
Like water from a dam
Like blood to the brain
Black...strong...powerful
With the force and desire to destroy
Engulfing all that comes its way
Like Khamsin-
Soft lovely and that turns violent...
Like the watered frenzy
The calm bed rooted
Swirling like a huge spout
Etching up to the sky...
all life it does destroy
Tranquility never an envoy
Wrath that Kills
Taking life like a Tollers swill!!

Dreams Unfolded

With arms wide open
all it needs is a harbour
Myriad Souls
that rave and rant
All they need is rest
For within my bosom lies the wish
To fly and soar
Above the cloudy sky..
..The Ocean and the mountains
Hills and Plains...
With a heartfelt love
all care free..
no spite no disdain
Every night
As I stare at the starry sky
Each star unfolds to me my dreams
And the moon tells to bide by its sheen
Small contours of dreams
each dreams mystically craves
Unfolding
Oh! Dreams Unfolded

Not Done

I lay on the bed..

The night blinked back at me 

Mockingly..

I draw the blinds shut..

Yet the darkness stares

The shadows dance on the ceiling..

And the mind plays its game..

The hurling storms and

the Crying sores

The hurting eyes..

The khol running down...

The laughter of the child...

The smell of wild lilies...

The taste of honey...

all blend in a cacophony

of multitudinous desire

the pillow bursts like a cloud

of dreams..

of this frayed chest of chestnut brown

and a serpent guards the lock...

the chest is frayed and old

may be holding pirates

treasures and tales manifold

My pupils are ablaze...

Glazing of gold

The ceiling dances again washed in milky sun

The story was not fully done..

and the morning has just Begun

Death

Its so certain of coming...yet I pray for immortality and youth and an impossible toghetherness of a lifetime

Its so true that your loved ones will leave you one day, no matter how hard you hold on to them, however, when the reality of their leaving really hits your face; its like a bolt from the blue...no I dont say I am mentally strong to take it.. or that I am capable to handle it enough...or that I shall be strong and not miss you...I'll try and fail like every other normal human being and it is only that I chose to shed my tears at the dark sky ....

no...I know that you will no more be there when I shall wait alone on a dark cold night for the vehicle to carry me home..nor will you ever say I must carry extra cash....or that you shall encourage me for an ice-cream on a freezing winter night...or settle a fallen bang...or admire my new dress..nor will you be there when I shall try reaching places....I shall no more have to run errands for you..or care for your medicine...or even get to see your smiling face as I return from work or anxiety at my trouble...the usual chatter, songs we sang and banter....Nor shall you ever be able to teach me how to dance...or your reading the morning paper...and me just waiting for you to be done with its reading...

The time I was losing you I could not even come to terms with it and when I did I just could not realize you were gone..and as you lay on your last journey so calm..I prayed you find a better home...

I know you can't read what I have written..but I think it is time to make peace with the fact that you will never be there around in person.