Brain and I

Why am I afraid, so frail and small,
Even though I climbed so many walls,
Why I am so diffident and so dejected,
When there are so many things to be elated?
I am the storm, the blazing wind,
I am the searing thoughts within,
I am the hurricane, the lashing rain,
I am the insufferable pain.

I am the roots that hold you firm,
I am the passion that makes you burn,
I am the whip, the stinging one,
I am the colossus in the crown.

I am the master, the abject slave,
I am the curse that makes you crave,
I am light, the cavernous dark,
I am not absolute, I need your thoughts!
Think through the fog, the mist and haze,
Insulate the needless gloomy maze,
No food for thoughts, no devil’s fare,
I rule you now, don’t you dare!



Breaking free of the shackles of propriety,
I still remember when we were meant to be,
Moonlight, memories and words,
Stars, kisses and signs.
Summer’s echoes and destiny’s hand,
World weary shoes and a comfortable obscurity,
Can I just stay here and sing songs of serendipity?

(Written for the poem of the day challenge by the good folks over at Airplane Poetry Movement)

If I were a poem…

If I were a poem,
I’d be a cacophony,
Of all voices,
Which were there before me,
Resting, lying in wait,
Taking over your brain when it’s just right!

(Written for the poem of the day challenge by the good folks over at Airplane Poetry Movement)

Be kind to the blundering fools

I think in many ways, what everyone needs, is someone who is kind to the love they show others.

I am not talking about unwarranted attention from people in the streets who have nothing good whatsoever in their mind when they force their ill intentions on passersby.

my-funny-valentine-1-1312612-639x954I am talking about a love that against all odds managed to push up against the bedrock of past disappointments, succeeded in breaking past layers of self-created seclusion, emerging into a world of rapidly reducing niceness and  surviving under the beams of intense jealousy and opinions.

I am talking about the kind of love that took faltering baby steps on unfamiliar legs, grew stronger on fragments of admiration, and actually dared to hope and nurture itself on fleeting glimpses of mutual tenderness.

But there is always an assortment of obstructions in the name of logic, situations and what have you that life throws our way that earnestly tries to extinguish the faint embers of a fading light.

It is selfish and impractical to think that your beloved is in the best of circumstances, unaffected by the grinding life to sit you down and make you understand why this stirring emotion should be shown the dark door politely.

Everyone is subject to the very same flux, the ebb and flow which moves you forward and drags you back.

So for all of you out there who keep waiting for the warm light of love to fall on your dearly loved, steel your heart and aspire for the grace to show your love its way.

For the people who are the subject of someone’s devotion, I think it would do no harm at all if you let down the deliriously fantastic love drunk soul gently.


What is fascinating about the railways in a country like India is that overnight you could end up in a place with very different characteristics. You get on a train, have the obligatory chat with your fellow passengers, perhaps have a watered down tea, or the food that magically appears in the hands of enterprising hawkers.

Its amazing how much life revolves around the railways. Each station having its peculiar characteristics, getting on a train means immersing yourself in the heaving humanity that traverses the length and breadth of India looking for jobs, visiting relatives or with no specific intent.

When you emerge from your slumber groggily rubbing your eyes, you find yourself in a different state… like in states of India. People who are going to get down, with their expectant faces, freshly washed and an eerie sense of calm. And when people get off at various stations you get a sense of things being done, decisions made, onward and onward… And at the end of the line the heaving behemoth trundles into the yard to await its next tryst with the humanity that created it.

The sun blazes, the monsoon pours down and cold winds blow, but the railways are always there, working, moving,… In my opinion, no other form of transport engages you with this rich sense of propulsion which helps the body engage in the travel, helping mind and body travel together.

The Sky and Other Musings

Walking down the beautiful road,
Of life and its sundry causalities,
Looking for some place to sleep,
For my precious belongings to keep,
Every path ends in a blank wall,
Every other road leads to a barricade…

Now i am tired of walking
Found a tree under which to do some resting,
I look to the skies for answers,
Maybe i need wings
Wings to fly and meet her in the sky….

Hello Goodbye

Suffering in silence drowning out the cacophony,
Slavish clamourings and false epiphanies,
Hunkering for absolute satisfaction,
Mendicant of graces and kind actions,
Boxed in, bonded, ready for deployment,
Crazed out, insane, mind abolishment.

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