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Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Silly Girl's Manifesto

Tip toe across, and throw in a jump or two

No little red riding hood, neither a ballerina
Dancing waves not, nor a teeny happy worm,

It's just how happy my mind is, silly
No longer stuck in a dilly dally


Shout out loud for the farthest waves to hear
And then whisper so the breeze can too
Neither a mermaid nor the singing birds
Not the voice of the rain or the drizzle

It's just how happy my mind is, silly
No longer stuck in a dilly dally


Swing around the trees & jump across tiny bridges
Not the joyful chimps nor their little ones
Happy pests not and not a jumping jack

It's just how happy my mind is, silly
No longer stuck in a dilly dally

The curtains of pain have torn down,
Multitudes of ecstatic shoes transform into dancing
Laughing faces look through each other
Eyes singing all the happy songs
The feet dancing all the happy tunes
The brows of fulfilled sweat
The soul of a content being
Never wish to stop, for there be no end
To the joy of this moment
For the moment would never end.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

An Omnibus :)

A Ruined Core


Assurance of the best kind I gave myself

Memories of you, upon them I still dwell

Take you off my system, I wish for endlessly

Yet a sight of you, I wait for breathlessly

Disappointing and none else

Habitat of the core of me pulse

Snatch you from the midst of me

Never again you, I wanna see

Dreams of you, still come and haunt

The icky voice inside loves to taunt

Let time take its turn, I did so

Look the path it chose to tread home

When will I be free of you?

Waiting for a lifetime, I have been too

To forget you I want... And nothing more

My tender heart already seems gone sore.


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Voice I Love


A distant voice I strain to hear

Lest it disappear, like a picture all smeared

Yearn to trace the outlines of your face

Your memory is slowly becoming a haze

Still don't know whether I don't love thee or I do

A lifetime of journey I wish I had been through

Move on, I etch the words in stone

Follow the mandate, my heart so desolate moans

Unlucky in love, I truly maybe

No other stand to protect me, there be

Wither away into unwritten history

Like the distance in your voice, soon to be a mystery.


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Hollow


An empty space resurfaces

An endless dusk as a preface

Know not how to fill it up

Or make it disappear

Scars of a past not so ancient

Suddenly feel like wounds impatient

To let it heal, I begged and prayed

Tonight, I just endlessly craved

Gone mysteriously, just as you came

My hurtful mind refuses to be tamed

Come alive, like a fountain once dead

A million drops, words akin my heart would have said

Waiting for wounds to heal forever

See your face, I wish to never.



Sunday, October 11, 2009

Dum Di Da Clouds

Like a million grains splashed across the floor,
For the sole purpose of the beauty of its sound
Rain drops splash across this barren earth
Sprinkling life, even heavens don't know abound
During winters, the Peek-a-boo behind the mist
Is the same played by the downpour of the heavens
Stretch my hand out to this hiding world
And then with mighty elation taken a twirl

Walk over the joyous river
I wish for the power, if there be one
With the rain drops falling on my face
Feel the world, I have always just seen
A mountain has sound god-like - the zenith reachers say
I wonder for the sound of the distant seas
Clouds over them once joyously played
Amidst the path of endless joy, I look to the heavens
And thank not the Gods, omnipotent and all
But the life spirit of the cloudy pranks
Which always thrill all

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Once a travel at a time

A long time ago, I overheard this conversation, one of the many I hear during my train travels.


Both were once friends, then got married, and lost touch. This was a chance meet. A bit after after the formal introductions:

W1: So you got married?
W2: [awkward smile] Yeah, married my boyfriend of 3 years. But it's not working out. I filed for divorce recently.
W1: [hurt] That's sad. How are you putting up?
W2: [encouraging smile] Okay now. I was more than happy to split up. I wasn't meant to be a beaten up wife anyway. Plus he used to always travel - what's the point of such a marriage?
W1: [thoughtful] He beat you up? My husband did that the last week and I told him to keep his manhood to himself. I am also thinking enough is enough. He's fought with me endlessly all these years after marriage, but raising his hand on me was the last straw.


The conversation then followed the typical "men are bastards" route. Nothing very interesting.

I normally ask - Why do people get married?

But I'll be... accommodating here and ask - Why do people get married when they haven't learnt to respect each other?

P.S. I use full volume music these days when travelling because most of the conversation one tends to overhear is utter bullshit and adulating generalizations.