Question Mark August 18, 2010
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I know you’re here
But you aren’t.
I know I asked you to leave
But you’re still here.
Its just that …
All I’m saying is …
I uhh…
I just need to understand this is reality.
My reality.
Not anybody else’s.
Not part of a dream-to-be.
Just reality.
I need to understand that…
I need to see my totems
Need to see them live, breath, spin turn, make noises,
loud noises.
Not over analyze Nymphs, Gods, Devas, Asuras, Masters,
Minions, Mortality, Immortality, Ganesha, Karthik, Saraswati, Lakshmi,
mars, venus, theories, love, family, patriotism, religions, crowds, loneliness,
villages, towns, countries, continents, east,west, north, south, inner world,
outer world, real world, three worlds,nine worlds!
…I just need my world
I just need you here.
Not to hold my hand.
or offer your shoulder.
Just because I need you.
Even though I don’t have
any romance left in me.
After all these years.
Even though I don’t have
any beautiful voices growing in me
After all these horrid months.
Even though I don’t have
anything left to say to you
after all that I ‘ve said.
I know you’re here.
But you aren’t,
because you have places to be
and things to do.
I know I asked you to leave
But you stayed.
Even though you never promised
to stay forever.
But I just assumed you would.
Will you stand and wait with me then
and let this lucid dream pass ?
Even though I can’t find the end.
Even though I can’t find the answers.
Even though I can’t put a full stop.
Will you stand and wait with me ?
Fight August 18, 2010
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Come !
Lets Fight !
You & I
Let’s fight a silent war.
Just You & I
And then when we meet,
we’ll know who’s won
who’s lost
who couldn’t resist the temptation.
Come! Let’s Fight,
Without any guns.
This is no world war
Or chinese torture
Or Slow death,
This is a fight.
Just between you & me.
Because nobody else deserves it.
None of the other men even came close to it.
In fact they are so far behind in my past
That they can’t even fight my conscience
Come, Lets Fight!
You move ten steps backwards
And I’ll move ten steps backwards,
And then we’ll know what is our weapon.
Let the games begin…
You And I June 19, 2010
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You and I,
We watched the sky after the rain,
Cold,
Gray,
Completely unromantic,
Not a leaf was moving.
You & I
We watched the sky after the rain,
Only
You weren’t really there.
Medicine May 20, 2010
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Radio playing in the background. Sounds of chopping vegetables, running water, vessels banging.
Radio: ( Bheegey Hont by Kunal Ganjawala)
Aankhen keh rahi jo na hum kahe Use sun le tu jo na lab kahe Tu na soye aaj, main na soun aaj Tujhe dekhoon aaj, tujh mein khoun aaj Kabhi mere saath koi raat guzaar Tujhe subha tak main karoon pyaar Wo oh oh, wo oh oh, wo oh oh, wo oh oh Bheege hont tere, pyaasa dil mera Lage abr sa mujhe tan tera. He: Hi. She: Hey ! Oh my god ! You're here early ! He: That I am. Bheegey hont tere, pyaasa... She: Arrey ! Go away I have no boss here to scam ! If the food gets burnt my husband will have nothing to eat ! He: Ask your husband to take a hike, 'cause I'm gonna make love to you all night ! She: "Make Love" since when did you start saying stuff like that. He: Okay, then lets have hot steamy sex right here on the kitchen counter. Let our bodies... She: Shiva! Shiva! He: Where are you going ? Even he had... ( mumbles as if his mouth is being blocked ). Really. I mean it. Okay Baba! I won't say anything to your 'Shiva! Shiva!' She: Thats better. Get me some red chillies from the fridge . Go... do some work. What! Please will you be a darling and get me three, exactly three red chillies from the crisper in the fridge. Please ! He: I didn't come early to play Lakshmamma, you know. She: (Kisses him) Thank you. Now be a super darling and wait for 5 minutes. I'll just finish making this dal... He: Five minutes ! Nonsense, I'll give you two minutes. She: Shiva ! okay two minutes! (pause) Tell me didn't you have a meeting today ? He: (mumbles) got cancelled. She: Got cancelled or you told them that your migraine is kicking in ? He: Aren't you happy to see me ? She: Done ! He: What ? She: The dal. Its done. He: So can we then... She: No He: No ? She: First you'll have to sing and dance ... with me. He: Both. Right here in the kitchen. I think your being a bit too demanding. She: A little... may be. I'm sure you don't mind. He: No. Any requests, my love ? She: Tumse milke aisa laga Tumse milke armaan hue poore dil ke Ae meri jaane wafa Teri meri meri teri ek jaan hai Saath tere rahenge sada, tumse na honge judaa He: Oh crap ! No ! Really ? She: Really. He: Tumse milke aisa laga Tumse milke armaan hue poore dil ke Ae meri jaane wafa Teri meri meri teri ek jaan hai Saath tere rahenge sada, tumse na honge judaa He: Tumse milke She: Tumse milke He: aisa laga,Tumse milke She: aisa laga, Tumse milke He: armaan hue poore dil ke She: armaan hue poore dil ke (Sounds of vessels falling on the floor, pressure cooker whistle going off, the door bell and running flip-flops.) She: (opens the door) Hi He: Hi. Whats all that noise ? Is there anybody else in the house ? She: No just me. He: Hmmm. Okay. Have you taken your medicines ? She: Medicines ? uh... yes. Yes I have.
Island April 27, 2010
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We ran away to an Island,
far, far away,
Where there was
No man,
No woman
and No doubt.
Blood Red April 27, 2010
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Giant crystal chandelier,
Red crystal chandelier.
Hung on the ceiling of a
Seven star hotel.
Suspended with
Wire & twine.
The wire breaks.
One by one.
The four twines break.
The chandelier falls,
But the crystals fly
towards the sky.
The chandelier crashes
against
The pure white marble floor.
The metal body lies on the floor
like an exhausted ballet dancer.
The crystals are broken
into icicles,
into constellations,
into powdered lead –
only blood red.
Fantasy April 21, 2010
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Fantasy, you must wait today.
You cannot two-time and play cheat.
You must listen to Milton’s choice
You must take the Frost Road
Fantasy, you must wait today.
The truth lies in the moment,
The one that has past in restlessness,
The one to come to test your patience.
Time plays devil’s child today,
But you can fight.
With just water and silence
Time is your enemy
which also makes him your
Best friend.
For Once you have to learn to fight without a
Fight.
We could, then be together for
Eternity.
Fantasy you must wait today.
Dreams Of Insanity. April 20, 2010
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In dreams of Insanity,
You & I would ride through
streets with red lights
On my moped.
You the passenger,
I the rider.
With your hand on mine.
I become Durga
I become Kali
I become Chamundeshwari.
We’d travel through bizzare allies
And take on shunned adventures.
We’d ride to the edge of the mountain,
And fall through the clouds,
Sink into the air,
Into the metal,
Molten rock
And melt into the sun.
In dreams of Insanity.
You and I would be children
Running around a square,
A square called Abshot layout.
With naked feet.
You, the conquerer.
I, the captured princess.
We’d run around the square
Filled with sprinklers and sunlight.
But avoid that lane
That should be avoided.
You’d insist on sitting right
beside me in the play school
Class photo.
Your hand on my shoulder.
You, the brave king.
I, your beloved Queen.
On Diwali,
You’d come home to give me sweets
and play with sparklers.
But I would miss you,
Because I would’ve gone to your place
to give you sweets and play with
Sparklers.
And then we’d both cry
Because we missed each other.
I’d pine and wait
And wait and pine.
Lose all hope of a
Happy Ending.
And there you’d be with me,
With your golden hair,
Brown eyes,
Unsmiling lips,
And droopy shoulders… you’d stand.
Wait for me to get up.
We’d slowly walk,
My little finger crossed with yours,
Into the sun.
In dreams of Insanity…
In pure & bizzare
dreams of insanity.
You And I April 20, 2010
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It would’ve been the conflicts of all conflicts,
If you and I were a reality.
It would’ve been a mad love affair,
If you and I were a reality.
Friends would’ve shunned us,
Family, disowned us.
The world would’ve ignored us,
But nothing would’ve mattered
Because it would’ve been a crazy love affair.
We wont have spoken of mere
Circles & squares.
But of Enticing checks
And Golden shells,
Flowers of spring
and Glorious space!
( Oh! so glorious space!)
Of course you would’ve won the conversation.
I would just be happy with a good argument.
You always wanted to win.
I, merely wanted you…
Wanted to hold your face in front of mine.
If You & I were a reality.
Wanted to disappear into the silence
If You and I were a reality.
Wanted to
hold my breath
leave my breath,
count my breath,
count your breath
count the words,
that slip into the
darkness,
count the worlds
that slip into
madness,
count the moments
seconds,
minutes,
hours
that will never be true.
If only …