With super random thoughts
Going Back Home
I donno if I’m excited about going back home…..
I think I am..
But other times, I’m sometimes scared of being excited….
Mixed feelings
What’s in a name
MY name announces me to the world as the Daughter of Goddess Lakshmi. But, when questioned, or asked in detail about my name, this year….some research later I discovered, there’s no daughter of Goddess Lakshmi mentioned in our holy scriptures. So what do u think was my reply to “who IS the daughter of Goddess Lakshmi?”
It was total Sharukh Khan ishtyle “Main Hoon Na (I am there)..
But really, looking sideways: I do not exist at a level (name wise). So there’s a certain abstractness which is quite in conjunction with me.
Shreeja,
a figment of imagination,
a conceived notion,
me. I’m at peac
a could-be,
a could-be-not.
I guess, that’s with my name. Cause non-existence in a documented form frees me to float through the layers, levels and logistics. I can live in dreams, dive about in blue seas, think bizarre….. be different in different dimensions..
I’m free. Freed by a name….
Then they say, what’s in a name?
Is Brown the new Black?
I see brown eyes everywhere “lenses”. Where’s the kaali-kaali aankhein (black black eyes) which have been the talk about Indian women, since time immemorial.
The black kohl vs the brown kohl
I see brown in the shoes category, which was dominated by black.
I carry a brown li’l backpack-kinda sling myself.
Where black was a necessary goes with all some years back, we see brown creeping in.
Sharing your forte with brown…how does it feel black?
Some people are so god-damn cute
People some people, so cute so.
Like this guy, I got married to, is so cute so.
Weird cute, the way I like it.
Hah. See I’m capable of saying nice things about you.
Pugs Punny
It’s the puns which crack me up…but the puns can’t be obvious puns. I love the puns they weaved in onto Madagascar – escape to Africa- Superb, you know. Just saw the movie yesterday. Great…I can see it all over again….
12th December '08
7th December '08
Tales unheard…
But heard all the time..
Of
Breaking backs
Aching legs
Crying children
Uncoordinated moves
A dance performance
A dancer
A novice
A step
A composition
All I can say is, “I’ll try”
Let the uncertainty wither
But heard all the time..
Of
Breaking backs
Aching legs
Crying children
Uncoordinated moves
A dance performance
A dancer
A novice
A step
A composition
All I can say is, “I’ll try”
Let the uncertainty wither
27th November '08
I say
Let’s all just stop living…
In this claim to fame reality show
Let these assholes come and butcher the lifelessness
Anyway …. They just killed some people…
How can they kill the spirit of a nation…
Well. No dear one was a mishap……
But still….I feel breached…
Yes my spirit is hurt..pierced…violated…
Idiots….what’s in their psyche…
What’s their bloody cause??
Blood sucking hyenas…..kill for the joy…
I refuse to believe they have any god damn cause…
Victims have come to avenge,….
Heartless….phantoms….
Don’t you have any conscience?
I wanna think about my personal problems now…
The ones which were plaguing me yesterday..
The choices I had to make…
The plans, the joy, the merriment in which I was partaking….
But all I can do now is
Sit and feel dizzy…
Am blank..
Going about life…
Yeah….
What’s then?
Isn’t it an everyday issue
You
Then me
All of us
What to do??
Tell me??
Let’s just breathe a sigh of relief….oh it wasn’t me this time…
Is that a feeling of joy, anyway?
And you guys…. You’ll never rest in peace…..
Do rethink your cause…..
This is just not worth it…
Nothing is…
Is any logic, rhyme or reason…there?
At all??????
26th NOvember '08
KALADEISCOPE
Let’s think in ink, in charcoal, in graphite..
Not aloud, yet expressed
Yes, Let the thoughts out
A world of Black and white,
I envision
A world of just Black!
Or just White!
Really! Did u say the Black in the White?
White through a prism, a glass, a lens,
Sprays a gamut of the rainbow seven
And in the absence of white….
…the absence of the VIBGYOR
The Black.
A world also of Greys my Dear
The grey area
With the grey cells
The most important matter my dear
A world of varied colours
A world of varied moods
A world of conflicts
A world of peace
A world of despair
A world of hope
A world so
Violet with the light divine
Yet, so bruised with the purpling poverty
Merry it goes in the vineyard dance
Oh! Did you smell the lilac?
A world so
Indigo with the nation’s pride
Where the soaring skies dip to sensex blues
And the cobalt sapphires glow a trifle light
Yes, one plans to swim the deep seas!
A world so
Green with fauna, flaura and flaunt
Yet, the envy piercing through the key-hole
The houses are big, filled with cash
A leaf, a leaf, a leaf
Produces chlorophyll
Anyone needs oxygen?
A world so
Yellow with lemons and sunflowers and gold
And smiling sunshine of learning children
Yet dirty, yes yellow and dirty
With jaundiced treachery
A world so
An orange dusk and an orange dawn…
The veiled journey, relentless, everyday…
Every single day
The saffron sprinkles
A world so
Red with mirth of divine festivity
Where love reigns supreme
And Kama does ancient dances of seduction
Clueless, Scarlet waits in the Conservatory with a Dagger
20th November '08
Writing is a boon. It vents. It reveals.
Writing is also a curse. It flows. It unearths.
It's a part of you. A lot of who you are. Strangely, it's very difficult to write something you don't feel. Strangely, it's a lot easier to believe something which is written, than what is said. Maybe because it's more soul-ful.
Expression....
that's why i call my blog expressed...
caoz it's expression done- expressed.
I'm not a perfect person. I'm not a perfect soul. But I try to (I can) , am able to (thanks to god) keep my intentions correct. And that also, if if thwarted by the grapevine rounds. should I care?
no.
I just gotta keep my circle tight. And have in my mind, lotsa might. Right. Right. Right.
And then, with a smile on my face... CHARAIVAiTee. CHARAIVAiTee.
Caged inside or outside?
13th November '08
You go on in life rescuing others, bringing hope streaks to shine here and there.....wishing, secretly wishing, that it shines on you, or is brought to you.
What thing? ll
You go on in life rescuing others, bringing hope streaks to shine here and there.....wishing, secretly wishing, that it shines on you, or is brought to you.
The reality is. It's you who wants to be rescued. From this, that and others. It's you who wants to be free.
So you write.
To let your words flow freely. And the pen you use, doesn't work. The second one's ink doesn't flow. Freedom! Hah. You're caged. caged. caged. caged. caged. Behind bars of restlessness.
You live through a day. Days. Weeks. Months. Waiting for your turn. Each turn turns into another or anothers. Weird sentence, Huh? You won't get. Hahaha.
Small things. Meaningful small things. Oh, such melancholy over such a small thing!
What thing? ll
28th October '08
Namaste
The earthen lamps glisten
And the kumkum splashes red with vermicelli
The crackers do the dance of light
And the divinity encompasses
Wishing you..
Missing you..
The earthen lamps glisten
And the kumkum splashes red with vermicelli
The crackers do the dance of light
And the divinity encompasses
Wishing you..
Missing you..
20th Oct '08
ITS A Movie TAG!
I’ve been tagged by Vyo (who else?)
1. Name five of your all time favorite movies.....
When Harry met Sally, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Pirates, Lemony Snickets, Madagascar
2. Name one movie which you recommend as a "must see"
Bridges of Madison County( but dare not see it without reading the book)
3. The one and only one movie that you've seen the most number of times in a movie hall
Rang de Basanti (5-6 times)
4. Which movie comes to your mind first, when you think about the funniest movie?
Andaz apna apna
5. Which movie made you really emotional?
Graveyard of the Fireflies “Hotaru na Saka
6. Which movie series, do you think, was as interesting as the first part in the series?
Ice Age
7. Which movie, according to you, didn't live up to your expectations, after all the hype you've heard?
Rock On
8. which movie, really surprised you?
The Prestige
Vyo- I think it’s an unfair tag….it leaves me feeling so cheated….I can’t put so many names…that run about my head…
But a TAG
Is a TAG is a TAG
I tag Supriya, Nick, Jagjit, Saurav and Volunteer( that shall be someone who tags himself/herself)
I’ve been tagged by Vyo (who else?)
1. Name five of your all time favorite movies.....
When Harry met Sally, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Pirates, Lemony Snickets, Madagascar
2. Name one movie which you recommend as a "must see"
Bridges of Madison County( but dare not see it without reading the book)
3. The one and only one movie that you've seen the most number of times in a movie hall
Rang de Basanti (5-6 times)
4. Which movie comes to your mind first, when you think about the funniest movie?
Andaz apna apna
5. Which movie made you really emotional?
Graveyard of the Fireflies “Hotaru na Saka
6. Which movie series, do you think, was as interesting as the first part in the series?
Ice Age
7. Which movie, according to you, didn't live up to your expectations, after all the hype you've heard?
Rock On
8. which movie, really surprised you?
The Prestige
Vyo- I think it’s an unfair tag….it leaves me feeling so cheated….I can’t put so many names…that run about my head…
But a TAG
Is a TAG is a TAG
I tag Supriya, Nick, Jagjit, Saurav and Volunteer( that shall be someone who tags himself/herself)
20th October '08
Was looking back many many years
And was observing how some things change in a way they render themselves just a wee bit faintly cognizable. And some things just never change. Never ever change. Sometimes in a way that may trigger our very best memories and hence nostalgia AND sometimes in a way, that they’re doomed to stay as and where
Especially friends
Especially women
Some friend of a distant shore, so close to my heart tries so so hard to be the same person he was. But alas, he’s changed. He builds stories now, gives reasons, discussions, talks vehemently. That yes, he’s there, and will never change. However some desires, some leniency, some scars took him very far. Sometimes, faintly I see his old spirit lurking behind. May he find it in him to be him again. Be free.
Some friend, bosom pal, oh I loved her, love her so. Is still bearing the pain which pierced her, pierces her and will continue for god knows how long to pierce her
Why?
To live upto one’s image, to make one’s desire come true…she crossed all lines of pain, of sufferance, of endurance. Whose fault? Not anyone, her own. Will her desires and dreams coming true, give her salvation? Or more chains shall bind her spirit. And she’ll continue to fly short heights in lies, and stories and faint memories. Is it, Is he, worth it?
I knew her then. Know her now. But will she ever know herself?
Some acquaintance, some friend came to be too soon. And I wondered at the grace. But hearts are to be kept at hold. Or the vulnerable is always taken advantage of. Sometimes even more so without meaning to hurt, hearts break.
And was observing how some things change in a way they render themselves just a wee bit faintly cognizable. And some things just never change. Never ever change. Sometimes in a way that may trigger our very best memories and hence nostalgia AND sometimes in a way, that they’re doomed to stay as and where
Especially friends
Especially women
Some friend of a distant shore, so close to my heart tries so so hard to be the same person he was. But alas, he’s changed. He builds stories now, gives reasons, discussions, talks vehemently. That yes, he’s there, and will never change. However some desires, some leniency, some scars took him very far. Sometimes, faintly I see his old spirit lurking behind. May he find it in him to be him again. Be free.
Some friend, bosom pal, oh I loved her, love her so. Is still bearing the pain which pierced her, pierces her and will continue for god knows how long to pierce her
Why?
To live upto one’s image, to make one’s desire come true…she crossed all lines of pain, of sufferance, of endurance. Whose fault? Not anyone, her own. Will her desires and dreams coming true, give her salvation? Or more chains shall bind her spirit. And she’ll continue to fly short heights in lies, and stories and faint memories. Is it, Is he, worth it?
I knew her then. Know her now. But will she ever know herself?
Some acquaintance, some friend came to be too soon. And I wondered at the grace. But hearts are to be kept at hold. Or the vulnerable is always taken advantage of. Sometimes even more so without meaning to hurt, hearts break.
30th September '08
Like a drop of tear rolling down
I submerge into an ocean of doubt
Like the eyes welling up
In my mind there’s a swell of thought
It has all gone in waste
No one could slaver the taste
The time’s immemorial state
In the end it’s just fate
There’s always so much so that you can do
There’s always so much so that you can say
There’s always a silence, a pause
With it the hope of miracle
The magic moment is passing
The clock is ticking
But still no sign of emergency
After all it’s a just a rolling drop
The world is full of important matter
Lemme not wrinkle the silken white
Lemme not ripple the sail-smooth water
I submerge into an ocean of doubt
Like the eyes welling up
In my mind there’s a swell of thought
It has all gone in waste
No one could slaver the taste
The time’s immemorial state
In the end it’s just fate
There’s always so much so that you can do
There’s always so much so that you can say
There’s always a silence, a pause
With it the hope of miracle
The magic moment is passing
The clock is ticking
But still no sign of emergency
After all it’s a just a rolling drop
The world is full of important matter
Lemme not wrinkle the silken white
Lemme not ripple the sail-smooth water
17th September '08
To know is one thing and to not know is the other. But the most distressing is to know that you’ll never know and it is of this that most of the interesting situations in life are born.
Imagine going through a tunnel, knowing there’s someone you love waiting at the end of it.
Imagine going through a tunnel and not knowing what’s at the end of it, light or night, forest or city, friend or foe.
Imagine going through a tunnel, grudgingly, tiredly, not knowing whether you’ll ever get out.
Imagine going through a tunnel, knowing there’s someone you love waiting at the end of it.
Imagine going through a tunnel and not knowing what’s at the end of it, light or night, forest or city, friend or foe.
Imagine going through a tunnel, grudgingly, tiredly, not knowing whether you’ll ever get out.
15th September '08
a minute post is this
a minute post why?
a minute post to say hi
a minute post so that one may say
a minute post even though nothing's there
a minute post for no reason at all
a minute post to strut
a minute post to blog
a minute post is almost over
a minute post is done
actually was less than a minute..
QUITE
11th September '08
I swam unto the deepest seas and the reckless grew
I scathed the bleeding bruises and the twinges skewed
But the nothing I cannot take
But the shallow I cannot wade
I hurled pebbles unto it
I blew kisses in the air when it turned
But the tears didn’t betray
But the emotions didn’t flow
I will keep to myself I say
I will not look out I repeat
But the kinship gets formed
But the vulnerable gets out
I am to be the dwindling dark
I am to be the bitch
But no one understands
But no one knows
I roll into the traffic lights
I jump and skirt the beds
But the thorns lash out to prick
But the flowers wither in a week
I hear the loudness deafen
I shout loud and the deafness mores
But in the deafness the conversations flow
But in the loudness the hollowness echoes
I scathed the bleeding bruises and the twinges skewed
But the nothing I cannot take
But the shallow I cannot wade
I hurled pebbles unto it
I blew kisses in the air when it turned
But the tears didn’t betray
But the emotions didn’t flow
I will keep to myself I say
I will not look out I repeat
But the kinship gets formed
But the vulnerable gets out
I am to be the dwindling dark
I am to be the bitch
But no one understands
But no one knows
I roll into the traffic lights
I jump and skirt the beds
But the thorns lash out to prick
But the flowers wither in a week
I hear the loudness deafen
I shout loud and the deafness mores
But in the deafness the conversations flow
But in the loudness the hollowness echoes
28th August '08
It roars
It hits
It jumps, runs
with all the force And then the white
white of froth
white of ourity
yes, the water gushes
a stream
a dream
a requiem?
Yes it hung out low
too low
to reach the stars
the white
the gushing streams' light
It was all it could go
and all the way he had
the stream, screams
plight, roar
WANT
I hear people talking
talking, discussing.
thoughts, opinions, craziness.
I see them create memories
click and click and click.
are they living it?
Let's live the creation
In the moment be
be and be and be
please
in the moment be.
by the rivulet
just be.
let your hair down
and be.
I want to stay
To stay in the moment
and not astray.
Why is it?
Now that I'm here,
I'm here and my thoughts run away.
Why are you running?
I ask
still running
I never get the answer.
What's the secret
to stay?
I wonder.
The stream runs about
storming, roaring, forcefully.
what rage?
what passion?
what was it?
that pierced so hard?
that it leaked so?
The stream runs about
not being able to contain itself
furiously, in craze
as fast as it can
to reach the goal, the stars,
the peace.
NIRVANA!
The stream runs about
inside my head
Through the forest
for teh wild
to my heart
Lemme write
It's the ink, not me
It's like the floodgates,
I can't stop.
I'm in the moment
just there,
be with me
just bear.
The smile's here
the light's left
just about then
I'm ready to shine.
Glow with the white
Sway with the green
Love with the red
Write with ink.
The crowd's crowding
It'll be time soon
I'll have to get out of myself
And move with the move
The voices are back.
I could not fade them away.
My life is not only mine,
I could never live my way.
If I could
I'd morph
into a butterfly in spring
a leaf in the rain
sunshine in winter
and a raven in autumn
I'd be a gypsy
a magician
with powers I wouldn't use
I'd be a poet
a lunatic
which I am
if not more.
It hits
It jumps, runs
with all the force And then the white
white of froth
white of ourity
yes, the water gushes
a stream
a dream
a requiem?
Yes it hung out low
too low
to reach the stars
the white
the gushing streams' light
It was all it could go
and all the way he had
the stream, screams
plight, roar
WANT
I hear people talking
talking, discussing.
thoughts, opinions, craziness.
I see them create memories
click and click and click.
are they living it?
Let's live the creation
In the moment be
be and be and be
please
in the moment be.
by the rivulet
just be.
let your hair down
and be.
I want to stay
To stay in the moment
and not astray.
Why is it?
Now that I'm here,
I'm here and my thoughts run away.
Why are you running?
I ask
still running
I never get the answer.
What's the secret
to stay?
I wonder.
The stream runs about
storming, roaring, forcefully.
what rage?
what passion?
what was it?
that pierced so hard?
that it leaked so?
The stream runs about
not being able to contain itself
furiously, in craze
as fast as it can
to reach the goal, the stars,
the peace.
NIRVANA!
The stream runs about
inside my head
Through the forest
for teh wild
to my heart
Lemme write
It's the ink, not me
It's like the floodgates,
I can't stop.
I'm in the moment
just there,
be with me
just bear.
The smile's here
the light's left
just about then
I'm ready to shine.
Glow with the white
Sway with the green
Love with the red
Write with ink.
The crowd's crowding
It'll be time soon
I'll have to get out of myself
And move with the move
The voices are back.
I could not fade them away.
My life is not only mine,
I could never live my way.
If I could
I'd morph
into a butterfly in spring
a leaf in the rain
sunshine in winter
and a raven in autumn
I'd be a gypsy
a magician
with powers I wouldn't use
I'd be a poet
a lunatic
which I am
if not more.
Distant Rhymes Echo Loud
21st August '08
In and out the sparkling bluebells
Tap tap tap tap on your shoulderIn and out the sparkling bluebells
Oranges and lemon
Sold for a penny
Farmer's in the Den
Hey ho a derry ho
I am a pretty lil Dutch girl
As pretty as prety can be
There was A girl
All tall Thin and Fair..Ahea' Ahea'
Do the Boogie Woogie
And turn your self around
Heeeeeyyyyyy Joe, are u bizi
I said NO
Kick, Open, Side by Side
....distant rhymes echo loud.....
19th August '08
another one of those posts, wherein i begin to write just for the sake of blogging..
no creative bugs biting me
no flow of thought
no great story peeks about inside my head
I write i donno why
To shrug of this sluggishness...
too sleepy am I
can't wait to get back home and get a sweet long nap
mmmmmm
can't wait to fall into fresh sheets and hug my pillow and dream...
coz there's mist in the environment....
no coffee can take this drowsiness away...
I've been attacked by sandman...
the sleep sand all over my eyes...
all i need now is to be captured and carried into dream land
no creative bugs biting me
no flow of thought
no great story peeks about inside my head
I write i donno why
To shrug of this sluggishness...
too sleepy am I
can't wait to get back home and get a sweet long nap
mmmmmm
can't wait to fall into fresh sheets and hug my pillow and dream...
coz there's mist in the environment....
no coffee can take this drowsiness away...
I've been attacked by sandman...
the sleep sand all over my eyes...
all i need now is to be captured and carried into dream land
I've been tagged
18th August '08
I've been tagged by Vyo...
and I tag Supriya, Saurav, Prags-Kshitu
So here are the rules:
1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicize those you intend to read.
3) Underline the books you really love (and strikethrough the ones you hate!).
4) Reprint this list in your own blog.
1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling
5To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6 The Bible
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12 Tess of the D'Urbervilles -
13 Catch 22
15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19 The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20 Middlemarch - George Eliot
21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25 The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
34 Emma - Jane Austen
35 Persuasion - Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis
37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38 Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
41 Animal Farm - George Orwell
42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50 Atonement - Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52 Dune - Frank Herbert
53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones's Diary - Helen Fielding
70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72 Dracula - Bram Stoker
73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses - James Joyce
76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal - Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession - AS Byatt
81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte's Web - EB White
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad92
The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94 Watership Down - Richard Adams
95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo
I've been tagged by Vyo...
and I tag Supriya, Saurav, Prags-Kshitu
So here are the rules:
1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicize those you intend to read.
3) Underline the books you really love (and strikethrough the ones you hate!).
4) Reprint this list in your own blog.
1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling
5To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6 The Bible
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12 Tess of the D'Urbervilles -
13 Catch 22
15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19 The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20 Middlemarch - George Eliot
21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25 The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
34 Emma - Jane Austen
35 Persuasion - Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis
37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38 Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
41 Animal Farm - George Orwell
42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50 Atonement - Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52 Dune - Frank Herbert
53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones's Diary - Helen Fielding
70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72 Dracula - Bram Stoker
73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses - James Joyce
76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal - Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession - AS Byatt
81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte's Web - EB White
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad92
The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94 Watership Down - Richard Adams
95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo
12th August '08
Lost in my own home
The past haunts
The dreamy fogs tease
and I lie blank
The time loses my track
I count the beats
The white of tubelight glistens
and I wince
Lore of the urban
Store for the brain
More from life
and I dig the core
Running a race
Time's crucial
To much to do
And I win?
The past haunts
The dreamy fogs tease
and I lie blank
The time loses my track
I count the beats
The white of tubelight glistens
and I wince
Lore of the urban
Store for the brain
More from life
and I dig the core
Running a race
Time's crucial
To much to do
And I win?
Get a Life
24th July '08
So you move in life. Keep living day after day. Trying to fit as many hours between minutes and seconds between hours.
And you call it life.
Good life.
Ok Life.
Could be better life.
I’m loving it Life.
Anything. As long as you have a life. But what about people who don’t have a life at all?
They get into other people’s life, wanted or unwanted.
They’ll peer into every aspect of these “other people”, comment within/ outside earshot range, pass judgments when no one requires them to do so etc.
Don’t be hassled by them, Other-people. What you need to do is, help these life-less beings get a life. Not everyone’s as lucky as you are.
So you move in life. Keep living day after day. Trying to fit as many hours between minutes and seconds between hours.
And you call it life.
Good life.
Ok Life.
Could be better life.
I’m loving it Life.
Anything. As long as you have a life. But what about people who don’t have a life at all?
They get into other people’s life, wanted or unwanted.
They’ll peer into every aspect of these “other people”, comment within/ outside earshot range, pass judgments when no one requires them to do so etc.
Don’t be hassled by them, Other-people. What you need to do is, help these life-less beings get a life. Not everyone’s as lucky as you are.
23rd July, 2008
of nails and hammers
and sickles and ploughs
we hear the tales of human form
of kisses and deaths
and murders and pills
the world is everchangingly same
practical but wrong
impractical dreams’
loving passion
and bleeding faith
rings and shoes and bags and hats
jumps and pushes and smiles and sneers
what are we getting at?
and sickles and ploughs
we hear the tales of human form
of kisses and deaths
and murders and pills
the world is everchangingly same
practical but wrong
impractical dreams’
loving passion
and bleeding faith
rings and shoes and bags and hats
jumps and pushes and smiles and sneers
what are we getting at?
11th July '08
Ring a ring a roses
Pocket full of poses
Hush a
Hush a
We all fall down
Falling down is about death.
Death is about rebirth
Rebirth is about life
Life is about love
Love is about emotions
Emotions is about expression
Expression is about relationships
Relationship is about living
Living is about death
Death is definitely not falling
U know
It’s about going back to the beginning of a cycle.
I think, about how many times we must have gone through this cycle? Millions? Billions?
And then in the next life are we back to square one?
Are we connecting?
Ever tried to ever go below the conscious level into the treasure of the sub-conscious and the unconscious mind?
We might or might not be able to fathom. But are we willing to even try? It’s coz, even with the globalization phenomena affecting all. With all the exposure one can get in a blessed life. We are still “koop mandooks” so as to mean, “frogs in a well”.
Li’l do we realize. To reach out to the outer cosmic space, the route starts inside our own selves.
And yeah, the most difficult task in the word ever is to figure your own self out. Try it out. It sure isn’t easy. I’m at it all the time. Trust me.
Pocket full of poses
Hush a
Hush a
We all fall down
Falling down is about death.
Death is about rebirth
Rebirth is about life
Life is about love
Love is about emotions
Emotions is about expression
Expression is about relationships
Relationship is about living
Living is about death
Death is definitely not falling
U know
It’s about going back to the beginning of a cycle.
I think, about how many times we must have gone through this cycle? Millions? Billions?
And then in the next life are we back to square one?
Are we connecting?
Ever tried to ever go below the conscious level into the treasure of the sub-conscious and the unconscious mind?
We might or might not be able to fathom. But are we willing to even try? It’s coz, even with the globalization phenomena affecting all. With all the exposure one can get in a blessed life. We are still “koop mandooks” so as to mean, “frogs in a well”.
Li’l do we realize. To reach out to the outer cosmic space, the route starts inside our own selves.
And yeah, the most difficult task in the word ever is to figure your own self out. Try it out. It sure isn’t easy. I’m at it all the time. Trust me.
10th July '08
Suppose. I suppose. You suppose. He supposes. All suppose.
Supposition forms the basis of human relations and strangely for most of the theories we study. It’s always a supposition. The beginning and the end of anything and everything
I’ve been a bharatiya-shaadi-shuda-naari for exactly 2.5 months today. Already. Yeah man, totally.It’s been a roller coaster ride since the one week notice to the altar, havan-kund in this case. And then a subsequent flight to Hyderabad, stop at ISB campus.
My pati-parmeshwar is the same character as ever, however every single day spent with him, literally living (seems like living in ) is randomly amusing with different flashes of colours and patterns seeping in from all direction. Hats off to him. Really. He takes my weirdness really well. Kudos Darling.
My house, Our house, Our home. Is home now. From the hotel type feel of empty walls and leather sofas and white sheets, We’ve turned SV3_E6 into a haven where we recede into colour and memories and joys of life.
I’m so many new things now. New titles to me. A Kanoria. A spouse. A Mrs. A wife. A …….“in-law”. And it goes on and on. Crazy. But just answering to new addresses hasn’t changed me a bit. Crazy. Yes, I’m still crazy and half a crack-pot. The way I’ve always been. And hopefully shall remain so.
I’m amazed at myself, at how I could manage and do so much and so easily. (I donot deny teething troubles). And yeah, The cook in me has emerged too. I can make food. And normal ghar food, lalalalalla. And I make it fingerlicking, lipsmacking, mouthwatering good. Hah. It’s not difficult. It’s creative. And I love it.
Bharatiya shaadi-shuda naari exudes and air about it. And I can’t identify with it. But still I think I’m doing a gud job. And the best part is. It doesn’t feel like a job. Seems like I’m playing a game or something.
A different place, a strange simulated life. An array of familiar faces, some friends, some acquaintances and some just there. Pangs of god-knows what, and then the routine steps in. New things to do, explore. Spread outwards, find perspectives. To reflect inside.
SO much to do. But moods intercept. It’s a way of life. Keep your fingers crossed and encourage the positive, Dream and Believe. And most important, ignore the negative like they don’t even exist, lest they take your wind away.
Fly away my dear. Fly away.The nest shall give you rest.
Fly away my dear, Fly away.
The rhythms beat the chest.
Fly away my dear. Fly away.
But remember,
Crest is where you rest.
Supposition forms the basis of human relations and strangely for most of the theories we study. It’s always a supposition. The beginning and the end of anything and everything
I’ve been a bharatiya-shaadi-shuda-naari for exactly 2.5 months today. Already. Yeah man, totally.It’s been a roller coaster ride since the one week notice to the altar, havan-kund in this case. And then a subsequent flight to Hyderabad, stop at ISB campus.
My pati-parmeshwar is the same character as ever, however every single day spent with him, literally living (seems like living in ) is randomly amusing with different flashes of colours and patterns seeping in from all direction. Hats off to him. Really. He takes my weirdness really well. Kudos Darling.
My house, Our house, Our home. Is home now. From the hotel type feel of empty walls and leather sofas and white sheets, We’ve turned SV3_E6 into a haven where we recede into colour and memories and joys of life.
I’m so many new things now. New titles to me. A Kanoria. A spouse. A Mrs. A wife. A …….“in-law”. And it goes on and on. Crazy. But just answering to new addresses hasn’t changed me a bit. Crazy. Yes, I’m still crazy and half a crack-pot. The way I’ve always been. And hopefully shall remain so.
I’m amazed at myself, at how I could manage and do so much and so easily. (I donot deny teething troubles). And yeah, The cook in me has emerged too. I can make food. And normal ghar food, lalalalalla. And I make it fingerlicking, lipsmacking, mouthwatering good. Hah. It’s not difficult. It’s creative. And I love it.
Bharatiya shaadi-shuda naari exudes and air about it. And I can’t identify with it. But still I think I’m doing a gud job. And the best part is. It doesn’t feel like a job. Seems like I’m playing a game or something.
A different place, a strange simulated life. An array of familiar faces, some friends, some acquaintances and some just there. Pangs of god-knows what, and then the routine steps in. New things to do, explore. Spread outwards, find perspectives. To reflect inside.
SO much to do. But moods intercept. It’s a way of life. Keep your fingers crossed and encourage the positive, Dream and Believe. And most important, ignore the negative like they don’t even exist, lest they take your wind away.
Fly away my dear. Fly away.The nest shall give you rest.
Fly away my dear, Fly away.
The rhythms beat the chest.
Fly away my dear. Fly away.
But remember,
Crest is where you rest.
2nd July '08
yes i flew away to different shores
but the shores seem so alike
some friends flew down to visit
some to stay, some to flicker
but they forgot to look my way
their beaks are pointed, feathers the same,
but flocks there are aplenty
wings they flap to different winds
different winds there are
the nest we shared
the shore we shared
the different shore we share too
just u look there
and i look here
my mates
we are found
yet lost
but the shores seem so alike
some friends flew down to visit
some to stay, some to flicker
but they forgot to look my way
their beaks are pointed, feathers the same,
but flocks there are aplenty
wings they flap to different winds
different winds there are
the nest we shared
the shore we shared
the different shore we share too
just u look there
and i look here
my mates
we are found
yet lost
23rd June '08
LICK, KICK and PRICK
What to do with ice creams, butts and birthday balloons?
Ok I’m not gonna get into details of licking-kicking-pricking.
All I wanna say in this piece of writing is, that headlines and the beginning of any piece of writing can be very misleading.
SO can life, be misleading.
So can, first impressions.
Even, gut instincts, when trusted turn Brutus.
And when not, come back and shout “I told u so” till u say OK loud enough.
Trust in this world: a spectrum of doubt is like a pearl. It shines.
Trust.Yes, do trust. So that they may trust you
Yes the doubt’s there.
Maybe you are serving your back to a dagger.
But for that loving faithful lick
But for that total trust kick
But for that bitter-sweet prick
What’s there in a back?
What to do with ice creams, butts and birthday balloons?
Ok I’m not gonna get into details of licking-kicking-pricking.
All I wanna say in this piece of writing is, that headlines and the beginning of any piece of writing can be very misleading.
SO can life, be misleading.
So can, first impressions.
Even, gut instincts, when trusted turn Brutus.
And when not, come back and shout “I told u so” till u say OK loud enough.
Trust in this world: a spectrum of doubt is like a pearl. It shines.
Trust.Yes, do trust. So that they may trust you
Yes the doubt’s there.
Maybe you are serving your back to a dagger.
But for that loving faithful lick
But for that total trust kick
But for that bitter-sweet prick
What’s there in a back?
23rd June '08
What do you do when it refuses to stay?
It’s free he says
And wanders about
Philosophizing
Wondering
Dancing about
Glooming
Dreaming
Prancing about
To the stars
In the daylight
To the glory
In hibernation
To the meadows
In doors
It’s wild
It’s out of control
It’s mad
And driving me crazy
And he says the culprit is me.
How can that ever be?
It’s free he says
And wanders about
Philosophizing
Wondering
Dancing about
Glooming
Dreaming
Prancing about
To the stars
In the daylight
To the glory
In hibernation
To the meadows
In doors
It’s wild
It’s out of control
It’s mad
And driving me crazy
And he says the culprit is me.
How can that ever be?
20th June '08
Home away from home?
Maybe
Maybe not
Sometimes yes
Sometimes not
Who likes home food?
I like it, now
Who wants to sleep?
I want to, now
Choices
Decisions
All mine
Life
Time
All mine
An evening star
A strange bird
An aromatic whiff
A known smile
It’s a cycle
Cycle of change
It’s moving
Moving towards
Definitely something
Maybe
Maybe not
Sometimes yes
Sometimes not
Who likes home food?
I like it, now
Who wants to sleep?
I want to, now
Choices
Decisions
All mine
Life
Time
All mine
An evening star
A strange bird
An aromatic whiff
A known smile
It’s a cycle
Cycle of change
It’s moving
Moving towards
Definitely something
13th June, 2008
Figuring out life, as one lives, don’t we many a time forget to live? It’s not the visible surface to the open-eyed world the face of life. It’s the undercurrents we feel. They make me, the true me.
If I can handle them: the feelings beneath the skin, the sensation underneath the smile, the emotions below siding the eyes and bring them on to the surface to merge, then that’ll be a true achievement.
A true oneness with oneself? Or Nirvana? Or Peace?
Smiles
A true life
If I can handle them: the feelings beneath the skin, the sensation underneath the smile, the emotions below siding the eyes and bring them on to the surface to merge, then that’ll be a true achievement.
A true oneness with oneself? Or Nirvana? Or Peace?
Smiles
A true life
12th June '08
I'm an atom
part of the infinite
A droplet in the monsoons
A spec of earth on the ground
A ray of hope
A laugh
A giggle
A sigh
A tear
A dream
A desire
Among so-so so many
I belong
I exist
I, an atom
part of the infinite
A droplet in the monsoons
A spec of earth on the ground
A ray of hope
A laugh
A giggle
A sigh
A tear
A dream
A desire
Among so-so so many
I belong
I exist
I, an atom
30th May 2008
to see is not to believe
to believe is not to see
the words don't express
they just try just too hard
but what about the stuff
stuff undefined
let me make up a word
gooaazmateerapooli
it expresses what i feel
do you know what it could mean?
tossed in space
I travel
orbitting around
god knows what?
a sun
a planet
a satellite
or an asteroid
inconsequential
maybe a li'l consequential
who knows
whats the conspiracy
what do the elements intend
is there a way?
a technique?
to know....
exactly where you're going.
TELL ME
okokokokokok
yesyesyesyesyesyesyes
hmmhmmhmmhmmhmmhmmhmmhmmhmm
to believe is not to see
the words don't express
they just try just too hard
but what about the stuff
stuff undefined
let me make up a word
gooaazmateerapooli
it expresses what i feel
do you know what it could mean?
tossed in space
I travel
orbitting around
god knows what?
a sun
a planet
a satellite
or an asteroid
inconsequential
maybe a li'l consequential
who knows
whats the conspiracy
what do the elements intend
is there a way?
a technique?
to know....
exactly where you're going.
TELL ME
okokokokokok
yesyesyesyesyesyesyes
hmmhmmhmmhmmhmmhmmhmmhmmhmm
14th May '08
There's a girl who lives inside of me
There's a girl who lives right there
She peeps from the shadows
And listens hard at the door
Dances about
All day inside
She hears the world outside
She yearns the sun outside
but she has no sunscreen
so in the shadow she stays
She smiles
She smiles
She smiles at this night
She's free
She's free
She's free to fly
Spread the wings
Air it now
Flap it up
Put it down.
A broom
A broom
A broomstick
A hat
A hat
And a witch
A cat so black
that night is bright
A night to watch
A night to wake
A night to live
And turn it red
There's a girl who lives right there
She peeps from the shadows
And listens hard at the door
Dances about
All day inside
She hears the world outside
She yearns the sun outside
but she has no sunscreen
so in the shadow she stays
She smiles
She smiles
She smiles at this night
She's free
She's free
She's free to fly
Spread the wings
Air it now
Flap it up
Put it down.
A broom
A broom
A broomstick
A hat
A hat
And a witch
A cat so black
that night is bright
A night to watch
A night to wake
A night to live
And turn it red
13th May '08
So I’m here.
In this li’l pocket of civilization. Set-up life.
Where the unrealities come real. And the reels roll.
Roles roll. People roll. Time rolls.
It’s a sabbatical. I’d say. Or deep slumber, where one stays awake.
What’s next
What’s not next
Let’s leave the questions unmarked
And then change our state
From solid to vapour and then to water
Water that flows
Flows and flows
Meanders and dances and falls and lazes
And then ...................
In this li’l pocket of civilization. Set-up life.
Where the unrealities come real. And the reels roll.
Roles roll. People roll. Time rolls.
It’s a sabbatical. I’d say. Or deep slumber, where one stays awake.
What’s next
What’s not next
Let’s leave the questions unmarked
And then change our state
From solid to vapour and then to water
Water that flows
Flows and flows
Meanders and dances and falls and lazes
And then ...................
12th May '08
the time slips between my fingers
and diamonds glisten in the sun
i'm at a checkpoint
a rest point
the road divides no more
choices i had expressed
all i wanted i received
now the question next
what are the wants
that i need
and diamonds glisten in the sun
i'm at a checkpoint
a rest point
the road divides no more
choices i had expressed
all i wanted i received
now the question next
what are the wants
that i need
5th May '08
Living a dream
and still can't sleep
As someone does li'l snores beside me.
Love me li'l one
love me on
and on.
As for now
it's enough,
the music
of your heartbeat
and the lullaby
of your snores
and still can't sleep
As someone does li'l snores beside me.
Love me li'l one
love me on
and on.
As for now
it's enough,
the music
of your heartbeat
and the lullaby
of your snores
1st May '08
I embraced red
to become red's
now I'm red
truly red's.
The winds blew a whirlwind tune
that riggled and jingled in my ears
before I knew
I was in the land of happy years.
The carpet was unravelled
on it I ran
before I knew
I was in the air.
Disoriented, yet nowhere else I'd be
Crazy, but no sanity I yearn
Uprooted, maybe but home
Home, I'm finally to be.
The elements conspired yet again my sweetheart
Atleast we took the vows
The elements got together once more, my love
And here we are bound forever.
The stars shone bright on us my sweetheart
And the moon twirled around
The stars found home in our eyes
And we in each others arms.
To see
To be
with my "he"
was all your "she"
desired
17th April '08
Him and me
and me and him
it's all about us you see
I'll be with him
no goodbyes
forever and ever it'll be
i'm happy inside
teary outside
and weird all over the place
guess what's happening
i donot know
i've never been a bride2b b4
write it out pen
on this lined paper please
all that i have inside
u see
all of a sudden
i donot understand myself at all
you see
should i dance
should i sing
should i be doing anything at all
i wonder
as the pen writes
I'm thinking
no
maybe
I'm scared
yes
maybe
I'm excited
yes
maybe
I donno what exactly I am
and me and him
it's all about us you see
I'll be with him
no goodbyes
forever and ever it'll be
i'm happy inside
teary outside
and weird all over the place
guess what's happening
i donot know
i've never been a bride2b b4
write it out pen
on this lined paper please
all that i have inside
u see
all of a sudden
i donot understand myself at all
you see
should i dance
should i sing
should i be doing anything at all
i wonder
as the pen writes
I'm thinking
no
maybe
I'm scared
yes
maybe
I'm excited
yes
maybe
I donno what exactly I am
27th March '08
To lie in the corners
To die in the limelight
To cry in silent sobs
To laugh hollow among crowds
To dream. To dream. To dream.
To pain. To pain. To pain.
To paint the truth
To wash the sins
To exist like an atom
To be
To die in the limelight
To cry in silent sobs
To laugh hollow among crowds
To dream. To dream. To dream.
To pain. To pain. To pain.
To paint the truth
To wash the sins
To exist like an atom
To be
Seriously,
tell me who I am
Sailing away to distant shores
I left my wings behind
and when I returned for them
after some many years
I saw
I'd forgotten how to fly
..........Love is mine
love is his
love is so very ours
then why am I lost in these wee hours?
16th March '08
Li'l dreams
Li'l thoughts
Li'l memories
I collected in a li'l box
When the sun goes down
and the dark is night
I peep into the li'l box
Contents come alive
to dance in joy
to brighten dreams
and smile my lips
when dawn does break
and light comes in
to blind their eyes
the beings sink deep
.......into the depth of doubt
No1 speaks to me
He keeps quiet
And I keep quiet
there's loneliness in the air
I run here
look there
search everywhere
all i find is loneliness
Loneliness and me
let's be friends
It was a cry for help
to be held in arms
a need was voiced
to be kissed till death
Is anyone there?
My heart still beats
My eyes still rain
And I still wait
Is anyone there?
despair
impair
repair
Is anyone there?
No poetry could win a word
No tears could win a look
No hurt could win a heart
no wins I'm a loser
was would be
always
Rusted Silence
Rusted red
Rusted dreams
Rusted me
into powder of iron
the wind will blow
and we'll be in air
air borne rust
for a trifle of a second
and then get lost
Let me hold ur hand
Let me be urs
Don't push me away
I'll still be urs
When u leave me alone
You also are alone
it's together we belong
it's never been wrong
Let the tears melt our fears away
Let our love conquer all
When we talk we forget
That we are each other's own
Let the words not clourd
Let teh spirit flout
Don't hurt the feelings
Let them live like fragile dreams
SO many moments I gathered
all up in my head
Of clasped fingers, looks of love
and togetherness
Let these moments live
Do not put them to hibernate
another fall
Don't bury a silent dream
it may not have learnt to breathe alone
I have some colours
And I"m weaving dreams
under the stars
I wanna forget the nightmares
Please sit with me as I stitch
Your colours and mine blend
It's our blanket I make
with love and more and all I ever had
I'm hollow now
getting empty somehow
I cannot do anything
no strength
the spirit's waning
Give me life
Now!
Li'l thoughts
Li'l memories
I collected in a li'l box
When the sun goes down
and the dark is night
I peep into the li'l box
Contents come alive
to dance in joy
to brighten dreams
and smile my lips
when dawn does break
and light comes in
to blind their eyes
the beings sink deep
.......into the depth of doubt
No1 speaks to me
He keeps quiet
And I keep quiet
there's loneliness in the air
I run here
look there
search everywhere
all i find is loneliness
Loneliness and me
let's be friends
It was a cry for help
to be held in arms
a need was voiced
to be kissed till death
Is anyone there?
My heart still beats
My eyes still rain
And I still wait
Is anyone there?
despair
impair
repair
Is anyone there?
No poetry could win a word
No tears could win a look
No hurt could win a heart
no wins I'm a loser
was would be
always
Rusted Silence
Rusted red
Rusted dreams
Rusted me
into powder of iron
the wind will blow
and we'll be in air
air borne rust
for a trifle of a second
and then get lost
Let me hold ur hand
Let me be urs
Don't push me away
I'll still be urs
When u leave me alone
You also are alone
it's together we belong
it's never been wrong
Let the tears melt our fears away
Let our love conquer all
When we talk we forget
That we are each other's own
Let the words not clourd
Let teh spirit flout
Don't hurt the feelings
Let them live like fragile dreams
SO many moments I gathered
all up in my head
Of clasped fingers, looks of love
and togetherness
Let these moments live
Do not put them to hibernate
another fall
Don't bury a silent dream
it may not have learnt to breathe alone
I have some colours
And I"m weaving dreams
under the stars
I wanna forget the nightmares
Please sit with me as I stitch
Your colours and mine blend
It's our blanket I make
with love and more and all I ever had
I'm hollow now
getting empty somehow
I cannot do anything
no strength
the spirit's waning
Give me life
Now!
1st March '08
So wat?
So wat?
I say
Wat the hell?
Why?
U think
I smile
On the inside
U smile
On the outside
We think at the same time
Voila
It happens
The coincidence
Reality is
There r no coincidences…
Then this must be fate.
So wat?
I say
Wat the hell?
Why?
U think
I smile
On the inside
U smile
On the outside
We think at the same time
Voila
It happens
The coincidence
Reality is
There r no coincidences…
Then this must be fate.
27th Feb '08
Adhesive hands
Crazy hair- knotty hair
Saline lips
These are the best days of my life
Clouds are colourful
But they still rain
The love is sharp
so deeper it pierces
But why worry?
These are the best days of my life.
Looks pretty
But feels ugly inside
Looks happy
But feels crappy inside
The meaning is lost
The surface gains momentum
Why should I swim
When I wanna be sunk deep inside?
So this is it.
This is till where it gets.
No further.
Not beyond.
The waters just got muddy.
The being hits the ground
and breaks itself into a trillion pieces
Each piece symbolic
of a shattered dream
of broken hope
and of wings
that were cut
and left to bleed
A li'l finger peeps out of folds somewhere
trying to fit into different hands
the perfect palm
the perfect grip
deludes
traversing layers unknown
Crazy hair- knotty hair
Saline lips
These are the best days of my life
Clouds are colourful
But they still rain
The love is sharp
so deeper it pierces
But why worry?
These are the best days of my life.
Looks pretty
But feels ugly inside
Looks happy
But feels crappy inside
The meaning is lost
The surface gains momentum
Why should I swim
When I wanna be sunk deep inside?
So this is it.
This is till where it gets.
No further.
Not beyond.
The waters just got muddy.
The being hits the ground
and breaks itself into a trillion pieces
Each piece symbolic
of a shattered dream
of broken hope
and of wings
that were cut
and left to bleed
A li'l finger peeps out of folds somewhere
trying to fit into different hands
the perfect palm
the perfect grip
deludes
traversing layers unknown
26th February '08
Ugly
The ugly remains
a blotch
colourless
soundless
just the pain trickles
in silent agony
The serene in me
awakens
to light
to freedom
to life
up and down
we go nowhere
just let it be
Why?
The rainbow fades
The dewdrops vanish
The flowers wilt away
Let me hide in you today
inside ur pockets
underneath ur shadows
mingle within ur whiffs
Let me snout & pout
Let me be mad & crazy & crude
Let me be sad & angry & passionate
Let me be whatever
I wanna be
Let me be me
& u be you
& let us be us
and dance
a celebration
a truth
a union
Maze
Rouandabouts
red and deep red parallels
the sinews are catching up
to run a marathon, fast
the yellow shines
to breathe the green
the blue melts
orange, red, orange, red
orange, red
the green and pink - looks right
but red? but orange?
turns, changes, twirls, tosses, tumbles
towards white
at a tangent
I'm not far my mates
I'm not far
I didn't travel away
my mates
I didn't travel away
I just changed into me
while you looked for the one whose dead
I couldn't see the pain, teh loss
I didn't change my mates
I didn't change
I just brought it out
I just brought it out
It's now in the face
out on your face
I know it's ugly
I know it's a blotch
I know it's not it always is
you see it's not conditioned
it's free
It's it
It's it
It's the true it
It's spectacular
It's alive
It's the spirit
Love it....
The ugly remains
a blotch
colourless
soundless
just the pain trickles
in silent agony
The serene in me
awakens
to light
to freedom
to life
up and down
we go nowhere
just let it be
Why?
The rainbow fades
The dewdrops vanish
The flowers wilt away
Let me hide in you today
inside ur pockets
underneath ur shadows
mingle within ur whiffs
Let me snout & pout
Let me be mad & crazy & crude
Let me be sad & angry & passionate
Let me be whatever
I wanna be
Let me be me
& u be you
& let us be us
and dance
a celebration
a truth
a union
Maze
Rouandabouts
red and deep red parallels
the sinews are catching up
to run a marathon, fast
the yellow shines
to breathe the green
the blue melts
orange, red, orange, red
orange, red
the green and pink - looks right
but red? but orange?
turns, changes, twirls, tosses, tumbles
towards white
at a tangent
I'm not far my mates
I'm not far
I didn't travel away
my mates
I didn't travel away
I just changed into me
while you looked for the one whose dead
I couldn't see the pain, teh loss
I didn't change my mates
I didn't change
I just brought it out
I just brought it out
It's now in the face
out on your face
I know it's ugly
I know it's a blotch
I know it's not it always is
you see it's not conditioned
it's free
It's it
It's it
It's the true it
It's spectacular
It's alive
It's the spirit
Love it....
14th February '08
Let me live a day
To know what life is
Let me get a nibble
Just a small bite
To just remember the taste
That’s it
Take me far away
In your arms
Fly me today
Coz these marshes
Might suck me in
I swear
Urgency setting in
The days get heavy
The tunnel never ends
But the rays trickle in
And I’m walking
I’m tired
Maybe
I write
I talk
I chirp
I smile
I laugh
I cry
I hollow
I empty
I alone
I need u
To know what life is
Let me get a nibble
Just a small bite
To just remember the taste
That’s it
Take me far away
In your arms
Fly me today
Coz these marshes
Might suck me in
I swear
Urgency setting in
The days get heavy
The tunnel never ends
But the rays trickle in
And I’m walking
I’m tired
Maybe
I write
I talk
I chirp
I smile
I laugh
I cry
I hollow
I empty
I alone
I need u
13th February '08
The flow flows into me
I’m shaking my ass
On a wretched chair
Grouchy morning
Still a day which starts bad
Thankfully only betters
Why don’t I like the tea here?
I could do with a few sips
Only if the cheeni was kum
I like my dainty sturdy shoes
They fall with a thud
But walk petite with its bow-button
Is this free verse, my friend?
Or am I on the unconscious pattern again?
I wonder?
I really do.
Smiles smiles smiles all the way
We had
The memories clicked
As we explored homes away from home
I’m shaking my ass
On a wretched chair
Grouchy morning
Still a day which starts bad
Thankfully only betters
Why don’t I like the tea here?
I could do with a few sips
Only if the cheeni was kum
I like my dainty sturdy shoes
They fall with a thud
But walk petite with its bow-button
Is this free verse, my friend?
Or am I on the unconscious pattern again?
I wonder?
I really do.
Smiles smiles smiles all the way
We had
The memories clicked
As we explored homes away from home
11th February '08
I stopped the rut and lived life
I realized so much I had to do
Wanted to do
Had to do
Which was so much more important to me
And just couldn’t be postponed anymore
I am important
Yes I am
And so is what I want
What I want to do
More than what I think I should want
Much more that what others think I should want
Or do
I’ll fly now
To the skies beyond
Catch me if you can
My gut is
The trail in itself would be a hunt
Sniff it if you can
I realized so much I had to do
Wanted to do
Had to do
Which was so much more important to me
And just couldn’t be postponed anymore
I am important
Yes I am
And so is what I want
What I want to do
More than what I think I should want
Much more that what others think I should want
Or do
I’ll fly now
To the skies beyond
Catch me if you can
My gut is
The trail in itself would be a hunt
Sniff it if you can
28th January '08
Hysteria comes in with socked feet
Glides in and settles quietly
I know it’s there
But I haven’t said hi
Oh my god
The doom of knowing
I know the guest’s here
But welcome it I did not
Greet it I not
Wat the @#$%?
And now as I look for it
It plays hide and seek
Whose permission has it taken?
It’s my head.
Not its.
But I cannot say anything
I stay mum and smile
ATithi DEvo BHava
I will not write again
I tell myself
And I begin to write again
Glides in and settles quietly
I know it’s there
But I haven’t said hi
Oh my god
The doom of knowing
I know the guest’s here
But welcome it I did not
Greet it I not
Wat the @#$%?
And now as I look for it
It plays hide and seek
Whose permission has it taken?
It’s my head.
Not its.
But I cannot say anything
I stay mum and smile
ATithi DEvo BHava
I will not write again
I tell myself
And I begin to write again
A dream
Thursday, 17th Jan '08
I went to this play yesterday, Midsummer’s Night Dream. Wasn’t the first Midsummer Nights’ Dream play I went for. I’ve acted in one too before, a minor role for a school interclass competition. Seen modernization, flukes on it, seen the movie, and real serious plays… clearly it’s one of my Shakespeare favourites. Especially after understanding the whole elf-funda, courtesy J.R.R.Tolkien, reading the triad and the supplements so many times (actually 2 times, the whole set at a time), anything related to elves remotely with the wood-magic gets me secretly excited. Maybe the Enid Blyton “Faraway Tree- Enchanted Wood” series were a part of the premonition craze setting in.
From where to where? I’ve digressed yet again. The play. The play. The play. Focus.
I get the feel, sometimes, that I’m too full of myself? Am I?
This “A Midsummer’s Night Dream”- directed by Tim Supple, was a visual treat (u know who I’m referring to- if ur reading this, ‘I still haven’t seen Rebecca’). Adaptation into the Indian settings, the languages, even though I didn’t understand much of the regional multilingual, the multi-ethnicity, the energy, the performance, the sets, the stage, the creativity was astounding, no doubt all the four shows slated in the city were houseful, which rose to a ear-deafening standing applause to appreciate the performance.
Maybe I should shut up. I can’t capture it in words. And if you’re lucky, maybe you should go check it out, it’s apparently on a world tour run.
I went to this play yesterday, Midsummer’s Night Dream. Wasn’t the first Midsummer Nights’ Dream play I went for. I’ve acted in one too before, a minor role for a school interclass competition. Seen modernization, flukes on it, seen the movie, and real serious plays… clearly it’s one of my Shakespeare favourites. Especially after understanding the whole elf-funda, courtesy J.R.R.Tolkien, reading the triad and the supplements so many times (actually 2 times, the whole set at a time), anything related to elves remotely with the wood-magic gets me secretly excited. Maybe the Enid Blyton “Faraway Tree- Enchanted Wood” series were a part of the premonition craze setting in.
From where to where? I’ve digressed yet again. The play. The play. The play. Focus.
I get the feel, sometimes, that I’m too full of myself? Am I?
This “A Midsummer’s Night Dream”- directed by Tim Supple, was a visual treat (u know who I’m referring to- if ur reading this, ‘I still haven’t seen Rebecca’). Adaptation into the Indian settings, the languages, even though I didn’t understand much of the regional multilingual, the multi-ethnicity, the energy, the performance, the sets, the stage, the creativity was astounding, no doubt all the four shows slated in the city were houseful, which rose to a ear-deafening standing applause to appreciate the performance.
Maybe I should shut up. I can’t capture it in words. And if you’re lucky, maybe you should go check it out, it’s apparently on a world tour run.
7th January ‘08
To let it just go
The words to emerge
The words to speak to me
The words to write themselves out in this white blank page
And tell me
What I need to know
Words
U did that
Always
What did I do worng?
Tell me my friends
The future u predicted
Of dangers to come
The sadness of tomorrow
I felt all emerge from my sixth sense domain into you
I feel the senses now
They don’t let me sleep
Night after night
As I writhe in agony of sleepiness
My eyes they pull open
And thoughts they clutter into my head
So as to tell me and shy away at the same time
I ask you for the very last time
Let the partnerships unfold and the dynamism speak
I need to know
Or not know and even feel anything at all
Either ways
U decide
The words to emerge
The words to speak to me
The words to write themselves out in this white blank page
And tell me
What I need to know
Words
U did that
Always
What did I do worng?
Tell me my friends
The future u predicted
Of dangers to come
The sadness of tomorrow
I felt all emerge from my sixth sense domain into you
I feel the senses now
They don’t let me sleep
Night after night
As I writhe in agony of sleepiness
My eyes they pull open
And thoughts they clutter into my head
So as to tell me and shy away at the same time
I ask you for the very last time
Let the partnerships unfold and the dynamism speak
I need to know
Or not know and even feel anything at all
Either ways
U decide
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