pass the pickle

31st January '14

Sometimes it’s tough to be yourself

And live your life like you used too..

I can’t hear the world anymore

The seas are calling out to me

In the day

The whales scream

The dolphins spin in the air

In the night

I see the turtles crawling up to me..

I can’t see the people around me anymore

They’re all but a haze

The colours are drugging me

Playing with my consciousness

Tugging me into dreams

I spend the day trying to keep my eyes open..

I feel too much..

The cold pierces in

The warmth hisses

I taste too much..

The pickle I took a fortnight ago

The water I’ll sip in a while

I sense the bewilderment trying to drown me..

You think it’s a phase, just a day

Tomorrow would be different

But will it?

On my way

21st June '13

I’m stuck around the corner

so stuck I cannot move

a wedge is there

sharp and pointed and hurting

I’ll wear a gown of feathers blue and fly to you

all the soothing soothe

in the brooding mood

down down down

underwater

I’ll wrap a saree of scales green and swim to you

let the wind blow

let the storms wail

I’ll journey still

godspeed

I”ll grow a cloak of mane chestnut-brown and gallop to you with wind in my hair 

Lost Kite

31st May '13

Just feel so lost somedays

Like I belong nowhere

Not even to myself

Like I’m a drifting kite

With cut strings

Trying to merge myself

Match my colour

To the terrains

I drift over

When the wind doesn’t blow

I seek a cote in corners

On treetops,

And tangles of the city wires

I get wet in rain

I get torn

I get patches of dirt

I’m a drifter

Of the sky

I’m a piece of paper

From the tree

I’m a wanderer

Who got lost

And then died.

McCleodganj

May '2013

Looking for myself in the hills
in little cafes, colourful bazaars
and in the wind that tousled my hair.

Found a glimpse in the prayer wheels
a little reflection in the topaze of a pendant.

The prayer flags fluttered in the wind
told me I was everywhere that I smiled.

Really!
how to be complete?
  maybe I'll never be complete..
  maybe we'll never be complete..
    it's a loss we'll just have to bear..
how to bear the loss?
   it's too much a burden..
   we have to let it drop..
But how?

love is red?

hmmmmmmmmm..............
buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..........
meowwwwwwww...

bow wow..

no

woof woof...this is what this li'l kid kept shouting out to dogs of all types as he pedaled his cycle within the complex. Was he saying HI to them? Or just woofing to them, as he couldn't well expect them to speak to him.

The winter's receding. The branches are stark. Waiting for the colours of the spring to dress them up.

It's the eve of Valentine's Day. Tomorrow when I get out of the house.. the whole world would be a swarm of coincidentally dressed red bees.

The whole world revolves around love every single day.. and especially on this day...when it's all about love.. it seems more about RED... red hearts, red roses, red dresses...

Why can't love be water's BLUE or even the sunshine's YELLOW...

Who associated LOVE with RED? Was it the same person who linked it to CHristmas?

Holding it

June '12

ink, paper-mache, acrylic

Goddess Project: collage

paper play with ink and water

Tidings

7th Feb '11

Blue rivers

Crimson wounds

Come together,

It’s a purple world!

Conniving wishes

Splashing on dreams

Expectations brimming

Hitting the ceiling

Green meadows

Sweet smelling flowers

Inviting craving

Circumstantial denial!

Yellow sunshine

Yellow lemon

Yellow allamanda

Yellow dirty eh?

one of those day

6th June '10

She was in the dark, amidst clouds, wet with tears in a chaotic space.

The day changed colour : orange, yellow, grey, white, blue, indigo, black.

She was trying to figure out how to forgive someone who'd apologized for a thought. a thought?

The day was hungry, without any laughter, companionship, ale or bread.

She was sitting and wondering where was she now. Wasn't it all figured?

The day rolled out impossible, dubious with a lot of warnings.

She breathed fire onto all those who trespassed, even remotely.

The day shall come to an end, but not soon enough. There are tasks at hand.

26th NOvember '08

KALADEISCOPE

 Let’s write, Let’s write

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

Orange with oranges n apricots n peaches n papaya…

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