Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Blame It On the Rain

Umar jalvon mein basar ho
Yeh zaruri toh nahi
Har gham ki shaher ho
Yeh zaruri toh nahi
Neend toh dard ke bistar pe bhi aa sakti hai
Tere aaghosh mein sar ho
Yeh zaruri toh nahin
Khel diye ka patangon ne samajh rakha hai
Har kisiko anjaam ka dar ho
Yeh zaruri toh nahin.......

What is it about the rain that completely destroys my balance.........

Friday, May 26, 2006

Silence

I am what you
think I am to you

You are what I
think you are to me

No words

Just the freedom
to be
what we want to be........

Monday, May 22, 2006

"The story of life is quicker than the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello and goodbye, until we meet again." - Jimi Hendrix

Saturday, May 20, 2006

Just Me

We fall
Each moment
Each act
For want of want


Submit to a realm of indifference
Where each voice
Becomes a friend
And, each friend
Unwanted noise

We fall
Each moment
Each act
For want of want

More than Elementary, it Simple, Watson - A Man's Perspective

It’s not difficult understanding men. They are very clear with what they want, what they like and of course what they choose. It becomes problematic only when their female counterparts start looking for reasons behind their choices. I know I know, u’ve heard it all, read it all – men are from mars and women from Venus.

But I’m not. I’m from earth. Like so many of u who are reading this. Hey I need answers, dammit.

Its difficult being a man but noone seems to realise this.

Hey we find it extremely tedious going through a woman’s moods and need for constant exploration.

I love u, and that’s it.

Don’t ask me why.

I’d probably give u an honest take and say ur backside appeals and, especially so when its on its own.
But historical data proves that it would make u cry or twist ur mouth in that I know it all smirk.

That doesn’t change the fact that I do love u.

Don’t ask me when it started
Coz I’d tell u, when the natwest series was going on and u wouldn’t let me watch it until I tickled ur ear. That was when.
And I would be expecting a congratulatory pat for remembering such details.
But oh... u’re face would be a killer.

Haven’t we heard it so many times, it’s all about power politics.

No it’s not. For years we’ve been brainwashed into believing complicated explanations of something which is so simple.
Something that is inherently personal but debated heatedly by outsiders

It’s all about feelings.

Feelings he may have for her and thinks hes showing like a neon light.
Feelings she feels aren’t there because they’re not coming thru.

This is not my pitch as a relationship counselor.
Gimme a break guys.

This is just a plea to each one of you reading this piece.
Between u, and me there is nothing called an us.

The need to make an us comes from a lineage of not being able to stand up for the I
We’ve been conditioned to believe that five fingers make a fist.
They do.
But that doesn’t make individual fingers any less powerful on their own.

And why do they need to be powerful?

Let’s question everything we’ve been taught to believe.

We’ve been brought up on a heavy dosage of “what ifs so prepare for the worst”

There is this inner restlessnes withn which one feels only when things seem too simple for comfort. But that’s what it is.

Simple works.

Friday, May 19, 2006

The Embryo Breaks

These Moments
Pain, Longing, Exultation, Insecurity
Doors that Stand Ajar
And Windows that pull me through......

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Mixing Your Soul with Mine

I'm so sleepy. Not really the best time to write. But what the heck.

I see all these amazing looking cocktails being made and think whether we look the same from above. As one ages one assumes that life teaches and so it does. Of life itself. And, feelings. And, love. And Meaning.

It not only teaches, it cleanses. Immediacy gives way to the search for a possible alternative. Of double 2s that don't add upto a 4, but do, in their own sort of way.

I mix my soul with so many souls everyday, in so many ways.....

It rained afew days, no some nights back and I mixed my soul with the black of the night, got drenched with it and danced in my mind with the joy of being free and reborn.The mind is always free.... Or is it ? Like I said, as you age, u realise the vulnerability of freedom, of being free and not knowing what to do with it. Of being at one with your own captivity.

I mix my soul with so many souls everyday, in so many ways.....

Last evening I was cutting garlic. I love garlic. I love the smell of burnt garlic in my food. It reminds me of things my life lacks. Of dreams that I aspire to make real. A bitter sweet feeling of moments lost and time gained. I love cooking. Its my time and my place. I let my hand mix things without any norm, myself smell the food and decide to let it go the mood of my sight. I indulge myself and my senses. Last evening I mixed my soul with the galic flakes that fell on the floor.

I mix my soul with so many souls everyday, in so many ways.....

People who've known me in the past feel I don't speak anymore. I smile. Its as if I'm always thinking. Burdened with thoughts they say. I'm not. Thinking was never my forte. Speaking seems to have become redundant as most of what I have to say has already been said. And, most of what I want to say, I have yet to find a voice for. It may sound depressing, but its not. I want to mix my soul with someone and things that understand my silence.....