Friday, August 26, 2011

streams........

busy streets
glowing lights
fleeting winds
whispering by

chimney smoke
barren land
cloudy sky
men out of sight

hovering shadows
zinzy wine
cigar in hand
unmindful flight

hunger and pain
howl and cry
bloody old listeners
without pathos or sigh.....

confused mind or mind confused??????????

standing by the window side...she had a thousand questions in her mind
gibberish but scientific
answers she cannot find
she went on...day and night  sleep was gone..


"how am i standing still....when mother earth is running...i dont feel...??"
"how can the sun be so punctual...on the contrary when am so casual..??"
"why cant i fly....when krissh can...though he too is a man??...does he lie??"
"when each and everyone after running needs rest!! how can TIME be the runner at its best???"
"how can a fly bite me with such strength when my nails are of bigger length???"
"how many omelets can be made out of one ostrich egg...standing on one leg???"
"do kids have fun while going to school in the land of the midnight sun??"
"do mosquitoes bite when the frogs have a fight????"
" why do doctors recommend to have a heavy breakfast when its time to take a break & 'fast' ???"
"why cant a true genius answer in a minute how many times do they blink while watching a titanic sink??"
"how can a sheep be clever...when we wear their wool and they become a fool??"
"where do these questions arise in my brain ...when do i really have a brain or not is the question??...."

hizzy bizzy

twittering sound
chatter boxes around
flooded streets
unwanted pits
spicy sizzlers 
impatient listeners
gushy waters
meshy gutters
orangy splash
potato smash
full on night 
birthday bash

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

feelings on the run..

why am i proved right
 though  i made desperate attempts to feel light but still the same feelings are bothering me..feeling of inability,feeling of betrayal though the power string was in my hands but i was the one falling weak by his side. want to talk,ask him  questions ..pray for him...knowing fully well it was my ignorance towards the other side of him,behind the lovely words, the tight hug, the kiss on the fore head,  my eyes were unable to decipher where his eyes went by. A tight slap, a hard hit fell on my back. Feeling the heat i went and sat on the ledge as tears rolled down, didnot want to stop them. I wish i had remained ignorant and had not analysed it so intricately. My love and care fell short.Its been one year we  have distanced, still i think about him at times, when he passes infront of me with a new girl by his side.. i still feel so very blank, so very helpless. Thinking at the very next moment that it was me who took the decision. Female empowerment as one might say.. but on the other i became powerless whenever i saw him... i want to move on, be loved,give love and love life completely...paint it red yellow pink....but i cannot find the right brush to give it vibrancy...

Monday, March 28, 2011

JUNO...

Sitting by the banks of the river, tiera was building a sand castle.Sara also joined her.The sand glittered by the dazzling sun. Its been an hour or so since tiera left home and came here.She loved to see the sky changing its colours...pink to red,purple..and finaly black and she kept staring.But when did sara join her...she didnot have any clue.Tiera associated sarah with the blue bird, both had plaintive,speaking eyes. The blue bird who would come everyday and sit on the window pane in her room and would search for tiera and as she would enter the little bird would flip her wings with excitement. she was the first one to make friendship with tiera...Its been almost 3 months since they have come to "cielo" .the place where they live is quite desolate..The colors in the sky were similar to the colours in her wings,purple and pink with a red beak...sitting on the rock sara was singing a song, may be she learnt it from those girls with whom she was chatting for a long time...it was a folk song...tiera started humming as well....but somehow tiera is not in the best of moods today.She felt even the colours in sky were not fused well .Sarah lived in a small thatched house with her grandmom near the field,and she brought flowers for tiera's mother everyday...as tiera's mother loved the smell and she would feel much better lying all day due to her illness...but sarah only came to give the flowers...she didnot interact with tiera much..sara's eyeswere so pale..it seemed eyes needed some rest..they were burdened with thoughts ...but tiera didnot ask her....though they were of the same age...but she still felt some gap.walking through the waters...tiera realised what was worrying her all day long?? It was the blue bird..for the past two days she is not coming,both tiera and the bird would look up in the sky for long and then after having some grains from tiera's hands she would fly away. But what happened to the bird??...now no one's there to talk to, to listen to her twittering was a wonder...but where will she search her....with utmost despair tiera dropped down...sitting motionless on the sand..she could smell the smell of the  gushy water..."its dark lets go......what happened to you??" tiera looke up to find it was sarah leaning forward....tiera broke down, understanding the sensitivity of the situation sara sat beside her and said..."lets go for a walk...its wonderful to walk in the night and enjoy the smell of the flowers coming from the nearby field.you look sad,if you want, you can share..." tiera atlast broke her silence and said," I lost my friend...", "oh God!!...I lost my friend too. my pet bird juno", sarah answerd....holding each other's hands both of them started walking on bare foot feeling the cool waters...But where was the blue bird?? she remained hidden in the dark blue cky...which she loved the most.

Friday, February 4, 2011

memories recollected in tranquility

Early as 6 in the morning,got hold of my toothbrush,without paying attention its the shaving cream or the toothpast?? Until my mouth was filled with bubbles.Feeling fresh and happy got my sari fr4om the cupboard,the ornaments,make-up kit and rushed to my aunt's place,fortunately we live in the same house. Banging the door hard.....as if osama bin laden's next target is our house....lisa starts barking,sniffing all through...atlast aunt comes up...i run hurriedly down the stairs.Waking up early morning specially in winter around 6.30am is a pain..But it was not that i woke up having a 'holy" cause to sit back and study...it was my dance programme in my school,for which i was so very excited..i will wear colorful sari..and deck up beautifully...its 15th august...my cousin sister gets up,giving me an irritated look.But i totally ignore that thinking "ok!ok ..i will get you pot of sweets as a welcome gift now don't give me that look" The sari having a new smell mixed with a dash of napthalene...i love it....Around 7.30..am all set..my mom and sister also ready with their bags.I eagerly stare at them to get  praises..ready to hear good things about my looks...am restless...its already late i know..but i won't go without earning praises from my father,"wait!! let me get the camera...u look so big...need to marry u off soon" he said.My face turning red...i give poses....all among the hustle and bustle i get mixed in the crowd...becoming difficult for my mom and sister to search for me...after the drill its my performance......
looking relieved my mother hugs me.."good one...now rush and get the prasad" i run fast and stumble upon a stone....lost my mother's precious gold earing.


Monday, January 31, 2011

salma

Its 9 in the morning. she is already late. "salma! salma! where the hell are you??" , "am in the kitchen memsaheb, washing the dishes, i will go and put the water on fire." salma had never felt like this before. it was her 12th birthday and rehman was not there. he had gone to hussain's house ,as he was ill. she got the water ready and took it to sahab's room,where her memsahab was lying on the cosy bed. "oh! so you have got the water atlast. hey whats today's date??" sahab asked. There was a sudden spark in salma's eyes. "its 13th sahab and you know...." suddenly interrupted by the bang on the door. salma rushes thinking it was rehman and stumbles upon the flower pot.
"is sahab there??",its hussain sahab's wife,the family friend who has come to invite them that night for dinner. salma felt relieved as she need not make chapatis that night and get her usual scolding. she has recently learnt how to make "rotis" but they end up being shapeless and hard. it was 8 on the big wall clock salma saw a yellow taxi standing infront of their house. Memsaheb and saheb all decked up with pungent smell coming from their extravagant clothes. Salma didntot like the perfume, sahab had got from his trip the previous month. salma felt ill and nauseatic.The acute hard hitting smell took  her back to Iran. sahab paid her family hansomely after which they both same here to the alleys of shahpur. Her heart rendering cry during her departure didnot stop for so many days. it was only when she met rehman after coming in this house, and his silly jokes which made her smile. From then on he has been a dear friend. They both loved to have oranges. and played with the peels.Rehman used to smell her little hand. they ran in the lushy fields and promised each other of being friends forever. salma waited till 11 but it was not possible for to keep her eyelids open. "salma!! get up" (whispering to her ear) " .salma slowly opened  her eyes, "rehman!! thank god you came??" . memsaheb laughs "rehman! he has gone back to iran with hussain sahab." salma goes back to the kitchen.