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! 🙂

I see you.. In me!

June 4, 2012 § 19 Comments

Following is a poetic conversation i had with my blogger friend Prashant on Twitter! It’s fun tweeting and we’re both crazy! Madness is what i seek, when i am talking to him!! 🙂

Archana: strangers passing in the street
by chance two separate glances meet
and i am you
and what i see is me.
Prashant: the glance is of a moment
in the orchestrated sway of minds
you take all of me away
and leave all of mine behind
Archana: and in that one moment
i think i’ve lived all my life
there is a momentary lapse of reason
and then everything seems right
Prashant: the lapses you talk of
are the bits of the life we seek
momentary is the self we live as
cherish the uncertain as we speak
Archana: do we know what’re we seeking
or is it uncertain too
so many thoughts in my head
i wonder what to do
Prashant: u spoke of being in awe
as you chase a perfect life
believe in the madness of love
best to be kissed when the time is right
Archana: chasing life isnt my thing
i think its just a fuss
thats what i’ve been looking for
love with all the madness
Prashant: the madness of love
is the subtle touch of life itself
for him to know how to hold you
you must know how to be held
Archana: that i’ve always known
even wrote a post on it you liked
but there arent many men out there
who can handle a woman equivalent to a pike
Prashant: to call ourselves “men”
we need to think beyond our testosterone
this “pike” isn’t to conquer
just be honest and she is won
Archana: now how many of those
would actually think like that
i am kinda jinxed that way
only the wrong ones i attract
Prashant: the madness in love
is a thing of sense and sensibility
jinxes may last a lifetime
but this madness lasts full eternity
Archana: its not like i’m not mad that way
you have to see me to judge
but all the men i meet
are either sissy or studs 😛
Prashant: the image we create
is to hide our fears within
whom am I to judge you
a woman strong, knowing love and worth believing
Archana: i know you wouldnt judge me
a man who knows love would not
i like our conversation quite a lot
this deserves a proper post 😀
Prashant: so being a gentleman
I am supposed to carry you from here
the verses you hymned today
simply make things better and clear
Archana: and i wouldnt mind that sir
you are Mr. Angle
you help me hunt for perspective lately
when i am kinda lost and dull
Prashant: you being in your spirits
makes my day here
if I don’t feel you smiling but dull
even the literary orgasm isn’t a pleasure
Archana: makes me wonder
where were you all these years
you make me laugh and chirp at times
drowning my worst fears 😀
Prashant: I’m not The One
I am certainly not The Best
I’m just a “Ghost” who talks well
appearing, when walk away the rest
Archana: a pearl wouldnt know
its own worth anytime
i appreciate the gesture
and i like the way we rhyme! 🙂


April 17, 2012 § 8 Comments

Lets go from here to there.

From where we are to
where we ought to be,
From this ground to
the final destination,
From these shallow feelings to
the depths of each other,
From this constant blabbering to
the state where we dont have to say it,
From figuring each other out to
knowing who ‘we’ are.

Lets go from here to there.
Lets cross over.


March 28, 2012 § 5 Comments

I don’t know what comes next.

Do i let you in
Let you warm my heart
Give you my all
Let no fear come between us
Love you through yours
As you look at mine
Read ‘you’.

Or do we repel?
Is the tide going out slowly?
Did i just let you go?
Or is this what happens when things don’t fade?
Would you tell me?

So afraid to disappoint
Would you say goodbye
Or just fade away.
Will your songs give me my reason
Or will you take away the music from my life.

I don’t know what comes next.


January 3, 2012 § 2 Comments

Almost close enough, your voice
Like the restless sea that touches the shore
To dwindle, looking for some perspective.

Gulls would know in their squawking ignorance
That tides always return to the sand
To soak and submerge and sanctify.

Why do i stand here, a ‘wise’ woman with net in hand
Doubting the inevitable cycle of waters
Doubting myself- if only because i must be a woman.

Unaware of my hand in front of my eyes
Unsure of the imprint being made in my mind
Unable to understand the repercussions of what is gone.

Then your voice like a bottled message rescues me
Just when i thought i was going to sink
Telling me tides, high or low, are planned, are perfect.

And i come back to life.

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