Sunday, November 9, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
To 7 hours n a moonlit sky...
She had a seven hour journey up ahead. Not the routine ones. Not those with laptop & iPods for company. They were there too; uncared for this time.. She preferred her new found acquaintances - apprehension, excitement & love.
She sat there on the seat longing for an arm that could support more than just her weight. She stared on at the immatures up ahead working on a kiss in the moonlit sky. She looked away briefly at the window. Blushed at her own reflection. Stretched a bit and shrunk back in her seat. Coiled. Curved. Expectant & dreamy.
Even her watch felt overworked today for the number of times he had been looked at. He could help very little for 'day light savings' kept her waiting an extra hour.
The wait was probably worth it. For afterall she was heading back home.
To home
Where her heart belongs
To dad
With arms wide open
To Him
Who never was
To herself
Who always will be!
Well yes!
She did fall in love.
Again.
Too soon.
With herself for a change.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Cold Gray Mornings
Friday, October 10, 2008
Letting Go...
Its hard enough to remember things that you miss a lot.
I just realized its harder when you miss things you don't remember anymore.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
... of neon lights and lonely streets
I know I want to write more than this title.
I know it every morning, when I wake up before the sun does. I say it to myself as I win over my alarm clock. I know it while I walk to work. I know it while I wait for my cup of cappuccino. I know it while I reply to one mail after another. I recall it while the coin trickles down the vending machine.
I see it in so many eyes. I feel it within.
This is the story... of neon lights and lonely streets.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Let Go
Another sad song. Another fiction. Inspired by 3 doors down.
And that day I would never know
Seems like, these are mere stories
Oh, let it be, for I don wanna know.
Night and day, for all these years…now
I spent my life for you.
In this world there is real and make believe
Where do you want to be?
I love you but I don know who I am
I have lost my face - space; and all I ever had
I love you, but I don know who I am
So let me go. Let me go.
No one knows what I go through
No, no please don’t claim you do.
Fearless smiles with no questioning
Are all I ever asked you for…
Night and day, for all these years…now
I spent my life for you.
In this world there is real and make believe
Where do you want to be?
I love you but I don know who I am
I have lost my face - space; and all I ever had
I love you, but I don know who I am
So let me go. Just Let me go.
Let me go.
And no matter how hard I try
There’s lil to do, and lot to hide
I know - you know
When all the pieces fall apart
And you look at me standing out
You know… you know you jus ought to let me go.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Shadows in doubt
The entire lane was laid with fallen flowers. Crushed, desolate and crowded together.
I loved those flowers, in petals of white and pink. Or may be I loved it so much because I can still remember the crisp sound of our shy footsteps on them. While the white of the petals shone bright on his face, and the pink - on my cheeks we walked that very path, every evening of every spring.
I also remember that ‘certain’ period, when I was far from young and innocent. But I loved the game of pretext. I lived like a kid. Screamed into the sky… walked backwards… whispered in his ears – half lies and full truth.
Not to forget, the stories we made pointing to our lean shadows on the long winding road. How I blushed at the shadows inching closer… How I grew out of the girl I no longer was into a woman I so longed to be. So many secrets, so many more images…!
.......of mere flowers, shadows and a love that never was.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
To Aditya
I was at the local school, doing some routine blind reading classes. I usually handle science for class 3 but this time it was spoken English for Aditya and Dharini. I went through their lessons to brief myself about what has been covered in the past and I realized that Aditya had an incomplete homework. When asked ‘why?’ all he said was that he was sorry.
Big lessons.
A Rude AWAKENING.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
A lil too short
I’ll let this empty space do the talking. For in my mind, it is in its most beautiful form,
Vedhanai Vedikkai Aavadhenna?
Vetkam Vesham Aanadhenna?
Vel paayum vegathin vilaiyenna?
VinzhyaanamE badhil solvaaya?
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Familiar Strangers
‘My Life is just a slow train Crawling up a hill’
Familiar Strangers.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Scenes from a Memory
Reluctant panic.
Convenient silence.
Period.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Checkmate
Last Night upon the stair,
I saw a man who wasn’t there.
He wasn’t there again today,
Oh! I wish to God he’d go away!
After a game, the king and the pawn are back inside the same box