Life: Haiku.

September 30, 2012 § 32 Comments

The moment you give up
chasing life, you’ll see the traces where
trees meet grass and intertwine.

P.S. I am going to be away for a few days. On a vacation. No mobile phone, no internet access. Just a camera and serenity. To a place where beauty resides. They have songs for it. The one that i have attached, is my¬†favorite! ūüôā

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hW_WLxseq0o

Words II.

September 28, 2012 § 31 Comments

She stirred his words
with both her hands,
mixed them in a bright
in-your-face shade of pink,
stirred some more,
picked up the bowl
containing the final mixture
and poured it over herself.

She cooked his words
in a deep base pan,
o’er the hot burner
that was her heart,
added all the spices
to make it eat-able,
spread the mixture on
toast like marmalade,
and ate it up.

She wrestled with his words
in her head,
squeezed them
broke them into pieces,
pinned them to the floor
of her own imagination,
and in the end
always let em win.

Happy birthday NS. ūüôā I know you¬†don’t¬†understand poetry. But i will keep my promise. Someday, i will make you read between the lines!

 

 

 

Moon.

September 23, 2012 § 43 Comments

I think of you often
between random moments
and Alter Bridge music.

I miss your tantrums
as i check my postbox
for a cribb-y letter from you.

I wonder what went wrong
with us.
The moon was almost ours.

[I clicked this image on the night of the Supermoon 2012. Well, the camera was nice! :D]

 

 

 

Matter and Flesh.

September 19, 2012 § 61 Comments

Right now you need
me only at times,
when we are alone.

My flesh tears and
my blood burns when
you touch me with
that simplicity.

At places i didn’t know
existed inside of me,
in places i cannot
define.

When i suffer in shame
you are the father of it.
When i am alone you’re
the mother of my alone-ness.

You, are the simplicity
that i am made of.
I, am what constitutes
your complexities.

Matter and flesh define us.

 

 

 

Five.

September 15, 2012 § 28 Comments

All i wanted was
to take your hand,
nothing more.
Just to hold hands
like five year old
sweethearts.
A quiet giving
and a quieter taking
of an unspoken love.

But.
I am a woman
You are a man.

And to everyone
else, we are no
longer five.

 

 

 

On Intimacy.

September 13, 2012 § 35 Comments

 

We yearn for private intimacy even though it’s emotionally risky. We¬†yearn for private intimacy even when we suck at it. We yearn for¬†private intimacy even when its illegal for us to love the person we¬†love. We yearn for private intimacy even when we are told that we¬†should yearn for something else, something finer, something nobler. We¬†just keep on yearning for private intimacy, for our own deeply¬†personal set of reasons. Nobody has been able to completely sort out¬†that mystery, and nobody has ever been able to stop us from wanting¬†it.

Elizabeth Gilbert, Committed.

 

Secret Garden.

September 11, 2012 § 44 Comments

My secret garden has
rare vegetables with peculiar
names and strange shapes.
Herbs that are twisted, that
will cure you and yet let you die.
Ah! All the fruits that are an
acquired taste.
Plants that talk to me, and
make me lose myself. And
flowers that make me dance
to the unheard rhythm.
All colours. Beautiful, they are.
And i love them all.

But when this visitor drops in,
he doesn’t see a garden. He only
sees crazy cycles, spiky things
that might hurt him, muted dreams,
dizzying shapes.
Thats okay i guess. He does
not necessarily have to understand.
That is why it is a ‘secret’ garden.

And when i crawl into his
secret garden at night, i see
it’s so alike!
It’s not this well manoeuvred row
of bushes. It has
thorns and open edges
and dangerous tools.

And i realise he and i,
are the same. So are our
secret gardens.

 

 

 

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