Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Live On!

The games of the heart
Are like strawberry tart
Sometimes sour sometimes salt
One look rakes up a fuss
Leaving you to settle the dust
Forcing you to choose at every stage
The games of the heart are for those with courage.

It ain`t pink
More black and white with shades of gray
Colours that hold sway your night and day
Cautious and circumspect it never is
Sometimes it sears sometimes allure
The problems of the heart are not for all to hear

The heart is a necessary evil,
Yes evil…..
For without the games of the heart
We are but a cadaver

And so weathered by every storm, the heart lives on

Sunday, May 28, 2006

In The Eyes of The Beholder

Mangled bodies, blood smeared clothes
Unidentifiable heaps of corpses!
We hear about them on T.V.
Newspaper headlines scream in anguish
Family and friends suffer in silence...
They are here today and Gone tomorrow, forever.....
They are not sinners
Its no fault of theirs
Yet they die a death of violence
We call it terrorism......
And they become mere statistics
For you and me!

Somethings are Forever!!!

I paused at the entrance a bit unsure
A semblance of apprehension creeping in
After all its been a longtime....
I looked around the small garden
Ah! There she is tending her button roses
Her face pale, almost wearing a gaunt look
Hair pulled back in a severe plait
And the stiff cotton standing out
On her small frame.
I hear her little one crying
For her somewhere inside.
I took a tentative step forward"Meena", I called out
She looked up wid a start
And then the glimmer of recognition.....
A childlike smile reached her eyes,
Lighting up the horizon.
As we ran toward each other and embraced
I could not help thinking
How much things had changed and
Yet they remain the same....

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Life is Beautiful.....at TISS!!, written about 4 weeks ago

The long walks in the night
The fun-filled dinners
Constant chatter at the Nescafe
Late night movies
Of birthdays and celebrations
Freshies and farewell parties
The rocking dance floors
Not to forget the grueling
Routine of lessons and assignments
Last minute visits to the library.
The pressures of exams
Life at Tiss is as wholesome as it gets
Some have made friends for life
Others have found life partners
Few waiting to leave it And some like me want it to continue forever.

THE INCOMPLETE

Razor sharp words that singe the heart
Turbulent thoughts that worry the soul
And the silence of the dead
That reeks of anguish…..

Like a whiff of fresh air spurring life in a jilted flower
An oasis of relief in a barren desert
Moonlight whispering to silvery shadows
Allaying the unprecedented fears

The petulant child
The confused Buddha
An interminable clown...
hmmmm My unfailing…. Yet distant dream…

Sunday, May 14, 2006

This was written sometime last week, for a friend....

He sees us talking
Laughing over a juicy tidbit,
Exchanging wicked smiles
He can hear us calling out to him
Inviting him to be a part of the fun

“Come on now”, one of us motions him
“What’s with him I wonder”, another remarks.
“Leave him alone. He will come around, it’s only a matter of time”.
We confer!

He can see us, hear us, and of course feel it.
Yet he is so distant.
Floating away into peaceful oblivion
Of vast blue seas
Their melancholy waves
And choppy waters

Monday, May 08, 2006

Ephemeral....

It’s exciting
Unsophisticated.
Captures your imagination for the silliest of reasons
Withers away for enormously ominous ones
Dreams shattered??? I can’t say
It’s more like bursting the favorite red balloon
Of your neighbor’s kid
Painful but replaceable
We move on, that’s the law of being!

Oh, do not fret!
For immediately we find another,
Lure…
Yes, but a fleeting one at that!