Friday 14 June 2013

Said ‘n Done



Said ‘n Done

Don’t stop for me
I can never walk with you
When all is said ‘n done
Dump the past, and
Walk through
Lips parched, and
Breathes stolen
Vision still, and
Spells broken
Skin shall wilt with time
Veil the past from slime
For mud-clad caricature
Often turn to quagmire
Let the silken skin decay
Gleaned shine to go astray
But, keep the bones locked
In a laminated-plastic coffin
To fashion out an album
Of serendipity stage-play
Reflection of an image—
That once breathed…

I Hate(Love) You




I Hate(Love) You

You treasured my wrongs
And, sealed my sins
Nobody do that, then
Why should you?
I hate you for
Every time you hold my hand
And look into my eyes
To make me believe
That I’m not alone
I hate you for
Every time you wait for me
To swim back to your abode
I ain’t worth this
Let me drown
Into the mire of my fate
I hate you for
Every time you say those words
Making me feel your
Undying love, and
Eternal concern
I hate you for
Every time I REALLY hate myself
For I can’t be with you
Though—I love you so….

Wednesday 12 June 2013

Relentless-Voyage Memoir



Relentless-Voyage Memoir

Nuisance caused of this impromptu trip, or rather a voyage spree, resulting from some extreme jiffy decision out of the blue, that I got hitched into, can be categorized as—‘Were’ and  ‘Are’
‘Were’—
1. I didn’t get time to pack properly, hence couldn’t doll up        myself, as and when required. Alas!
2. Getting tickets for the same was more or less like a combat, and we lost, as expected.
3. Traveled a strenuous distance of 600 Kms (approx) in 14 hours by a Bus, read ‘seater’.
4. Being my first journey by a bus (School bus ride not included), I thoroughly enjoyed it, despite of my jammed knees, and swollen ankles.
5. I regret for not eating out at the Dhaba, cause we had our full from the home itself. Being a foodie by heart (Stomachs’), the smell of tandoor ki roti, and daal fry was making me fanatical, at 3 o’ clock in the morning. Still, all we had was, ONLY a teeny-weeny cup of ginger tea.
6. The moment we got off the bus at Anand Vihar, I wanted to shout ‘Yippee’, out loud, for the miracle that I could possibly walk, though barely, but, the early office goers dithered my urge into a persuasive curbing of it. *Sigh*

‘Are’—
1.    My legs are aching, and a soothing sleep, for a bout of generous hours, is all my body is beseeching at the moment.
2.    I’m STILL cursing myself for missing that appetizing Dhaba food.
3.    And, we’ve already sketched out our next Bus ride, including the scrumptious midnight meal at some Dhaba, exuding the same exotic Tandoori aroma in the air.


PS-sorry for the over emphasis on the food part, couldn’t help, food lover kept surfacing indiscernibly  :P

Sunday 9 June 2013

A Little Pandora Box



A Little Pandora Box

Love-child of ‘Innocence’ and ‘Forbearance’
Fleshed from misery, in the womb of trouble
Floated in a thin sac of watery misfortune
Ivy bore the unripe fruit in draped fortune
Breech birth made the lush carpel infertile
Destiny succumbed to her silver-stone skin
Melancholy and grim being her better half
Her voice—soft, laughter—a fading dream
Fondly named her, Miss Little Pandora Box
Locked to keep intact all the outside mirth
—Twinge inflections and resentment wait
Ready to engulf everything in to the chest
They kept its lid fixed—for years to come,
Till date—
Little Pandora Box turns sixteen today
She lost her parents on a somber Friday
On Saturday she met the prince of fate
Tying the bond of bliss, to avoid the late
He unlocks the box—playing endurance
A green eye bears the virtue of patience
Sleeping Amulet in the uterus of verve
Liberated from the prison of eternal pain
Clandestine efforts from an aphelion
Letting loose the envelope, to erase—
The name—Miss Little Pandora Box


***Breech birth—Breech births happen when the baby's buttocks or feet are positioned to be delivered first. Breech births occur approximately 1 out of every 25 births.

Amulet—A charm worn to ward off evil or to bring good fortune; talisman.

Love child—A child born to parents who are not married to each other.

Clandestine— Kept secret or done secretively.

Carpel—One of the structural units of a pistil, representing a modified, ovule-bearing leaf.

Ivy—A woody evergreen climbing plant, typically having shiny, dark green five-pointed leaves.

Aphelion—The aphelion is the point in the orbit of a planet or comet where it is farthest from the Sun.***

Friday 7 June 2013

An Ode To My Sinned-Virtue




~ An Ode To My Sinned-Virtue ~

A humming-bird on your icy tongue,
Tiny nails pierce deep into the skin ..
Crimson Ocean soars into its toy-eyes, 
Little chirps steeped in evil poison,
Hums my name — shrilling scowls,
Auburn scroll folded in its wings,
A torn soiled paper neatly rolled,
— twined n’ tasseled in pure azure ..
Encrypted ablaze letters inscribed,
— Visible only to my sinful sight ..
Songs of dismay ..
Poesies of detest ..
Sonnets of recoil ..
Hymns of distrust ..
Serenading the kindled hatred …

Thursday 6 June 2013

Time—not a plastic toy



Time—not a plastic toy

Deepest darkest shadow
Hiding in the hour-glass
Seeping into its’ camber
Winding along the neck
Weighting the free sand
—Hanging upside down
Loosen legs 'n arms of it
Fastened as—Entwined
Slacken-off vile strands
Crawling along the spine
—the impious hour-glass
They read— You’re near
Can skin-smell your fear
Look through your desire
And, can drain it to mire
Dreading 'n Intimidating
Forbidden—Incessant—
Those myriad sand grains
You fancy to get severed?
If not, dare not play with
—those slithering grains…

Wednesday 5 June 2013

Dawned-Lost-Dawning


Dawned-Lost-Dawning

Off sea it was, till a fine dollop misted
Incarnating the lost life, breathed anew
On Jan 24, 2009, in seventh heaven I flew
Hugs 'n cheers came from those quite away
Happy chaos was it then, mulled ‘tis now
Hewed a mud coffin out of the veracity
Buried them along with a few crisp papers
Lamination won’t let them wither and wilt
Dreams did, as mud soaked the chaotic sea
Packed n’ done away with— faded dreams
They knock hard, banging the thin barrage
Rubber of it, don’t let them break through
Impression of the hands, left on the wall
Drain my strength, lip-sucking into abyss
Wasted, ruined, and destroyed, they howl
Holding hands against my ears won’t help
I let out a shrilling cry, all they do is—sigh
Groping the dark-dreary-silhouette, I saunter
And, comes a day, with an invitation scroll
To close my teary red eyes—jump off the crag
Again holding its' claw, when I’m about to— 
Breathe my last, with shards of piercing pain
Grasps my hand, the sunshine-rebounding-dollop
And, with his words, do away with all my fears
“Mumma, should I massage your head-cramp?”
Hence, he rubs away the bleeding pricking twinge
Yes, he do, my three 'n half year, dollop of ‘Joy’…

                         

Dead Beat I’m


Dead Beat I’m


Oh! My life

I’m sleepy,

Bones pain, and

Pains go vain..

Carve out a snooze key

With quick blades of thee

Let me rest for a while

Then I shall,

Walk a forty taut mile!


Monday 3 June 2013

Connoisseur Of Aroma She Wa/is



Connoisseur Of Aroma She Wa/is

Turmeric, Cinnamon, or Cardamom stench
Something alike, soaked into the wrench
Trying to sniff in the whiff of fresh alien air
Cringed my nose, to filter the maligned layer
Oh! She must have done the age old delicacy
To torture my present, through rotten fallacy
I was 12, and my blameless tongue savored
Forlorn Grandmas’ hand-cooked I devoured
The taste forgotten, memories feed on smell
The same address where reminiscence dwell
Kitchen glass window wears a nagging crack
Smell from the past, squeeze, seep, and slack
However hard I squash the widened crevice
The strength of the smell, carve me into slice
One part manifesting the dreams of tomorrow
And, other lingering to the bygone joy 'n sorrow
Heartrending memories render my life—maim
Hurl my smothering desires into blazing flame
Time has winged by, bestowing a lovely dame
My wife she is, and her chow smells the same...

Saturday 1 June 2013

~ Dreamless Venessa n’ Timeless Themesus ~


 ~ Dreamless Venessa n’ Timeless Themesus ~

Hush the winds, and lull the sleepy night
Tell the barbed creeper, to undrape a slight
Spew life, in slush dampened wooden wall
Withered white rose petals, shall too thrall
City of veiled dreams, has been dumb spelled
Her hewn n’ sewn silken-moth-robe, quelled
Bewitched n’ enchanted, in such a deep sleep
Venessa slumbered, to make her lover weep
Purgatory penance — death is euphemized
Clock rewound — for time too, circumcised
Themesus, the witty sorcerer, eternally dark
Deep magic to make his evil thoughts, stark
He conjured, to carve out her soft red heart
Incarcerated it amorously, undying thwart
Laid it amidst crass needles, in a box of glass
To prick the lingering breaths, of fading lass
Ah! He’d entrap her soul, to behest her flesh
He summoned upon the shadows — to thresh
An allegorical labyrinth waits to be unraveled
To breathe life into her, throbs such tasseled!



***Venessa and Themesus, are the fictitious characters, conjured from my imagination land…Hope to grow them farther, in poems, and stories…<3