Saturday, May 23, 2015

Out-of-tune


Making a mound of clothes and bags
With books I ought to read ,
I turned my back to it
And surrendered, yet again,
To the pleasures I can't deny.

I close my ears,
No, I don't want to hear
My nagging voice-small but
Pinching to the core.
I know what I am doing
No, I don't want to know
With my nose deep into
The yellowed pages
In an attempt to sip
A gulp of the mastery
Ah! the tantalising taste.

My left hand blinkers my vision
I don't want to see the mirror
It mocks me, imitating my actions
With back turned
To the mound of clothes and bags
With books I ought to read.
A finger on the right
Steadily following the dancers
Moving to the tunes of distant lands
Dancers in black,
Charming me to the distant lands.

My little voice sings along
Out of tune, about mounds of clothes
And bags with books.
Don't stop dancing as yet dears
Let me have another sip.

The manna tastes different now
It has turned rancid now.
My back to my love
My mistress unhappy,
A sacrilege to them
Or myself- I might never know
I might never want to know.



Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Delhi Summer Blues


Feeling hot, hot, hot!!!


















Wednesday, April 22, 2015

A Reminder on Earth's Day!


Happy Earth's Day to all!


Yes, I am from the jungles, born in Nature's lap. Trees and flowers in the garden were the first friends I knew. The smell of freshly cut grass to me is more appealing than your room freshner. When I wanted solitude, I went to the bank of the pond, to look at ripples scattering the hundreds of thoughts in my mind till I finally could feel the rhythm. Nothing set off butterflies in my stomach like the sight of crimson skies in the west did, with the breeze on my face, bringing with it the fragrance of the eucalyptus. Sound of the raindrops on the tin roof, eating mangoes right off the trees, counting stars at night in a blanket of fragrance from the frangipanis and the jasmines and many more such beautiful things: all I owe to this bountiful Earth.

Too dramatic! But the point is: today is Earth's day and I have decided to start another series of posts on how to care for our planet. I have so far resisted writing the overly science-y stuff on Environmental science, conservation and Ecology laden with jargons. What we really need are pointers on what are the things each one of us can actually do in our everyday lives, without feeling like giving away a limb and some fingers! (Though personally, I think even that could be done if that was what was required of us!). The reason? Well, most people I know are quite environment conscious but have no clue how they could contribute individually without being a scientist or an activist.

Before I start, I would also like to acknowledge the book which gave me the idea: 365 ways to save the Earth by Philippe Bourseiller. I came across this stunning book in our university library when I was doing my M.Sc. and was captivated by the beautiful photographs and bowled over by the simple ways enumerated in it, in which we can make a positive difference to our planet. I shall pick those pointers from the book, which are applicable in our everyday lives here in India, particularly Delhi and Imphal, my hometown (with due acknowledgement of course!); while also adding others which are relevant locally. 

So, let me start with the one about which I have the least to say:

1: Join a library instead of buying books.

This one will be really difficult for all the book lovers out there, including myself. But I promise to genuinely put an effort. I have started it already. I had thought of buying this book but now I will go to the library instead! 

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Tectonic revenge on the statue of unity!


Built on shaky grounds
Your statue, tallest in the world
Of lifeless concrete.
They might agree but I don't.
Enlisting peoples with guns and might
Do not a nation make.
I won't join the chorus
When the country sing 
Paeans to the iron man.
I shall laugh and blow
The snot from my sinuses
When Nature takes her course
Taking you down in one shift
Of the tectonic plates
As if in one amorous turn
The whore of GB road
Shook you off like a used condom
From her stained shamed sheets.
You deserve no more than a blowjob
From the castrated eunuch monarch
Who wrote off lives and dreams
Of a throbbing populace
Leaving behind throngs of patriarchs
Moral guardians of an assumed identity
Bastards born out of wedlock
When the thugs left their impregnated
Wide-eyed whores in charge
Of sissies who know no more
Than singing in temples
Or shooting down their kins
With bullets or words
It matters not when bloodshed
Leaves astray amputated spirits
In piles on heaps of dung
In some cesspool where
The dogs and starved bastards
Fight over pieces of shit
Dragging sanity down into the whirlpool
Of the stinking sludge of pandemonium.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

I hate you, AG!


You can Howl,
You can growl
All you want, I don't care
All you need, seriously, I don't care!

Your jazz is jarring,
The thought of you irritating!
You left me in a haze,
Leaving me in a daze.

You can howl for Solomon
Or cry for Ineton
You can grovel all you want
For me you're an infidel cunt!

All I wanted was to know you
And if all went well, befriend you
But you left me wanting to cry
Go fuck yourself, just try!

To you, with love


Let me kiss you once more
As in the days of yore
The crimson of your face
I might never match
But let me try.
Let me catch the golden sighs
And the sweet moans.

Let me plant a kiss on your brow
The flicker of your lash-
Is it pink,
Or a hue uncertain?

Here, place your palm on my bosom warm,
Let me set you ablaze- a fiery red,
Mellowed down to a shimmer,
Amber, the orange will last longer.

Let me drench you in my love, my love,
Mix this violet and blue
And a happy yellow too, before it dries 
A rainbow for you dear, all seven colours true.

Something's missing,
Please don't cry,
I stole an indigo from the sky
For a glimpse of your smile.

Let me satiate you with a green
Which shade will you have?
Emeralds and bowers in spring
Pale before the colour I can feel.

Ah! Here it is
Green of the ocean deep
Unfathomable as my feelings deep
A brush here and a touch there and a final kiss.

I'll come back again my love,
Your picture in my heart I bear
I'll hang it on my wall, dear
To remind me of the love we made
I'll surely come back for more dear.