Monday, May 19, 2014

Midnight after Fourteen Years


Midnight essence, lonely hour and serene sky…
we lost in our own world… A world called love,
incited by the chromaticity of our imagination,
there was no u and me.. it was “us”.

We became the still spectators,
Of the fulminant hide n seek between time and love.
Those moments of silence and repetition…
proffered breathe to our buried love.

That moment was sacred, that essence was pure,
sky became the proof of that earthly hour.
Who said memories replete you with grief,
I embrace it as “three cheers”.

Thursday, January 30, 2014

An Ode to Love


O Love…..
You are a seraphic deception…
remember those eyes and hearts, you deluded with,
how unkindly behave was that!!!
You duped them cunningly,
and now they are victimised to your baneful hymn… I love you.
O Love…
You are the sole monarch of your own kingdom,
you expect loyalty from your mass proving yourself as disloyal.
Jealousy, possession, solitude, broken hearts….
all are your armoured weapons to make you a triumphant ruler,
And you ruled audaciously.
O Love…
I wonder how adamantine you are!!!
those rumpled innocence and crumpled emotions never bothered you at all,
you still stand shameless...without a wink of repent.
O Love…
You propelled me to hate you and I receded,
fear has never been the reason.
As I wished an offset from the threshold
but never wished to envision you there,
I was unfortunate.

Sunday, January 26, 2014

Its 8:30pm…Switch on to Star Plus

The group of individuals sitting in front of the television at 8:30pm (mon-fri) having their remotes stuck into the famous Star Plus Mahabharat includes people from each strata, and each profession. Thus, when I am using “we”, my reference is to all of them not anyone is being singled out.
The moment we think about the great Indian epic Mahabharata, we cannot get rid of it without having a click on the character of Draupadi. Draupadi is the epitome of beauty, love splendour…. wait this is not the end.. infact she is also the perfect example of a father’s dejection and hatredness. She wore the immortal scarlett letter on her bosom ever without expecting a saviour like Dimmesdale. This was not the end… her end was marked with an unexpected rejection from her husbands. This not something new which I am talking about Draupadi…it’s all pre depicted with lot more emotions. But all my thoughts jolt down at one winding point. One question triggers my mind all the time.. WHO WAS DRAUPADI??? Can we even bet for her reality? We don’t even know how veracious her story is??? Still in a small corner of our heart we empathize with her. We show our concern and say that ..oh!!! she suffered a lot and she shouldn’t have. If we are so much moved by our concern for an epic character then why are we numb when it comes to reality? We are neither blind nor deaf. The freaking animosity of a ravisher doesn’t even distinguish between a 3yr old girl, a 25 yr old girl and a 40 yr woman. A three year old bud doesn’t even realise what happened to her. A girl is often being forced to shut her mouth out of the fear of embarrassment from society. And a woman..she is being trashed with derogatory language. Do our hearts beat that time too? Do we realise their pain, anguish and suffering? I would be the happiest person in this world if I could mould my lips to answer a ‘NO’ for these questions. But unfortunately I am not. And the most lamentable part is, here ..where our hearts beat, feel and realise the incident still we stand dumb and numb. If our hearts pound for an epic character just imagining her misfortune then how can we stand numb when we see that character in reality. In that epic one single Draupadi suffered but here in each day, each time, each single moment numerous Draupadis are suffering. Where is our concern for them? Let me remind you I am not talking about concern in an abstract sense. Because I believe that abstract concern better suits to the Epic Princess not to a girl with flesh and blood running in her vein. How paradoxical we sound when we say – the kauravas needed to b punished then and there, and at the same time our voices get disthroatened when a girl is being rumpled.
Sitting in a well barricaded room on a cushioned sofa, watching Mahabharata and raising the TRP will not help. Rather come out, be united, raise your voices against such animosity. Remember a
victim of such omen deed is neither a princess nor a character to be heard of. She is a girl, an individual, more than anything she is a living being.

A toast for all girls: Never eye to a Lord Krishna or an Arthur Dimmesdale..Be your own saviour and hold on the courage to confront all evens and odds.


Monday, December 23, 2013

Break up Confession


I broke up not because I stopped liking you
but because you changed yourself so much to be disliked.
I broke up not because I stopped loving you
but your demeanor compelled me more to hate you.
I broke up not because I found someone else
but I never wanted to hark back to you.
I broke up because I always wished to be a free bird
and you tried enough to enchain me.
Holding your hands I wanted to fly high
and when I started flying… I realised
you were not there.
Believe me I was disappointed then
but today at this moment I am happy enough to look back
And say …it’s good that we broke up.



Every end entails a new beginning

FINGER CROSSED: #A Wish Letter#


I woke up that night …looked here and there and realised that I am still in my flat alone. I was scared and wanted to hide my face on your bosom...I craved for your love some lap. Alas!!! It was just my wish. A song was playing in a nearby church … (jingle bell...Jingle bell... jingle all d way...) oh it’s Christmas time!!! People say Santa comes door to door with many lavishing gifts at this time. It was as if I was waiting for his bang at my door, so that I could get my wish fulfilled by him. Although it was evident that nobody will come to my door that night, still I had a dim light of hope. And with that hope I am writing my wish letter:

"I wish to be in a place where I will be myself despite of all my sorrows, happiness, anger, love and all… a place where I will always be surrounded by unconditional love and can enjoy its warmth to the pick without any hesitance…a place where I can be as innocent as a kid and as gracious as a grown up lady… a place where I can be really critiqued.. a place where my tiny and stupid demands can make a real sense.. a place where I can cry unabashedly and can laugh as loud as I can…a place where I can tune up my feet into all the rhythms without any fear of falling…a place my face will be full of ad-lib expressions irrespective of all contexts…a place where the winter cracks will not dare to touch my smooth smile…a place where my dreams cannot touch any boundary… I wish to put my head in her lap and to sleep fearlessly… I wish I could hug him and feel his patting on my shoulders.."

Lastly and simply…I wish to be at Home. Missing it terribly. I hope my wish will be fulfilled. Still sitting and waiting with my finger crossed.

Waiting is painful…always

Saturday, December 21, 2013

SAD but TRUE


I wanted to cry aloud….
but my teary eyes didn’t permit me that day
they said tears make u weak and u need to b strong
I agreed and didn’t let them down.
(And the story of deception started like this….)
My lips were murmuring..
I asked what??
they asked me to kiss you hard
but I stood apart. (1)
They promised me they will not fall in love with you
And I wish I wouldn’t have believed them then.(2)
I asked my heart..
what does it want???
my heart replied softly why are you standing apart?
I asked what if I will fall for him.
it said believe me… I won’t let you do that. (3)
I believed them and placed my lips on yours
then I realised..both of them were lying..
they broke their promise by den
Now who will answer my questions..
who will tell me whether I did right or wrong?
I admit..I fell for u irrespective of all the promises
Truly, entirely and completely. (4)
Now sitting alone near my window
I am trying to freshen up myself by the morning zephyr
still asking myself…which one was wrong??
Falling for you or the promise not to fall with you
I felt my eyes blinked..
And by then they were battling with tears. (5)
(And the story of deception still continues….)

You can be deceived by anyone in this world.