Why is it so difficult for people to believe that one can be single and happy…
She (laying the groundwork) : so wassup? What happening?
Me (wary) : all good, all good. Cldn’t be better…n how’s the baby doin?
She (ignores the sidestepping…hones right back in) : very good. Healthy. Happy. So how do u like the new place? Met…
Me (quickly) : hey hey like I said all fine…I just moved into an apartment ….
She (quicker): …anyone yet? Or still single?
Me (giving up): single
She: oh (pause) sorry…
Me: ... wtf?!?
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
i carry your heart with me - ee cummings
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
Monday, July 27, 2009
We came upon a beautiful, priceless portrait of a Woman:
Her eyes were radiant as the cosmic stars,
more luminous than all the suns and moons She looked upon.
Her smile was the rainbow, after a summer rain.
Her laughter was the music of rippling brooks and singing birds.
Her hair was thick and voluminous, like young forests and lush, green fields.
It cascaded down Her shoulders, like rivers running over distant hills.
Her hands were made to give,
food, water, precious gems.
Her graceful feet held firm and tight, yet softer than fine soil, in spite of Her might,
Then we Possessed Her,
we stole the sunshine from Her eyes,
Her smile we turned to a bloody gash.
Her hair we pulled out by its roots,
Her hands we chopped with axes and saws,
Her feet we dug up with advanced machines.
When we were done with Her,
we labeled the portrait - “Mother Earth.”
Her eyes were radiant as the cosmic stars,
more luminous than all the suns and moons She looked upon.
Her smile was the rainbow, after a summer rain.
Her laughter was the music of rippling brooks and singing birds.
Her hair was thick and voluminous, like young forests and lush, green fields.
It cascaded down Her shoulders, like rivers running over distant hills.
Her hands were made to give,
food, water, precious gems.
Her graceful feet held firm and tight, yet softer than fine soil, in spite of Her might,
Then we Possessed Her,
we stole the sunshine from Her eyes,
Her smile we turned to a bloody gash.
Her hair we pulled out by its roots,
Her hands we chopped with axes and saws,
Her feet we dug up with advanced machines.
When we were done with Her,
we labeled the portrait - “Mother Earth.”
small, small wishes...
It’s past the midnight hour, way past,
and Dawn is slowly gliding across the sky.
An early bird sings, listens and sings again.
The bedroom is cool and dim.
Through the open window, the faint ,
wonderful scent of newly drenched earth
drifts in, each time a young breeze rustles the leaves outside.
Mother is deep in sleep, one hand tucked under her ear, the other stretched across,
Sisters, sleeping next to her, bent, the little curls that line their foreheads, matching the fluttering of the leaves outside.
Father is sleeping too, the respite before another day at work,
Brother, lost in dreams, his lanky frame, graceful in repose.
And I sitting here, writing this.
Oh Lord, let it always be like this,
a moment so perfect in its perfection,
The world is good and new and peaceful.
Bless my family and friends everywhere.
and Dawn is slowly gliding across the sky.
An early bird sings, listens and sings again.
The bedroom is cool and dim.
Through the open window, the faint ,
wonderful scent of newly drenched earth
drifts in, each time a young breeze rustles the leaves outside.
Mother is deep in sleep, one hand tucked under her ear, the other stretched across,
Sisters, sleeping next to her, bent, the little curls that line their foreheads, matching the fluttering of the leaves outside.
Father is sleeping too, the respite before another day at work,
Brother, lost in dreams, his lanky frame, graceful in repose.
And I sitting here, writing this.
Oh Lord, let it always be like this,
a moment so perfect in its perfection,
The world is good and new and peaceful.
Bless my family and friends everywhere.
and then there's marriage...
For me times haven’t changed,
We are still two valiant warriors
battling against a cruel world.
I, holding my red duppatta over your head,
so the cold raindrops don’t wet you,
And you, walking on the “Danger” side of the road.
Now you brush past me in the hallway
and don’t even utter an apology- I don’t expect one but
did you have to shudder, as though touching me repelled you.
I didn’t realize when all your love had gone and bitterness taken its place.
because my all-encompassing love for you, made me blind.
I see now you are changed and the pity is,
for me, the times haven’t changed at all…
We are still two valiant warriors
battling against a cruel world.
I, holding my red duppatta over your head,
so the cold raindrops don’t wet you,
And you, walking on the “Danger” side of the road.
Now you brush past me in the hallway
and don’t even utter an apology- I don’t expect one but
did you have to shudder, as though touching me repelled you.
I didn’t realize when all your love had gone and bitterness taken its place.
because my all-encompassing love for you, made me blind.
I see now you are changed and the pity is,
for me, the times haven’t changed at all…
choti si prem story...
I used to tease him whenever we met
that he would forget the love we had,
this hunger, this bliss, this awakening,
he would say, “I’ll remember.”
He had come into my life on the wings of my dreams,
I had tasted the sweet flush of first love,
but just as soon as life started singing,
he had to leave for the War.
We promised to love forever, he smiled, I cried,
and then a solemn promise we made,
that though we had been forbidden to meet ever,
If we lived through this war, we would.
I waited nine long years,
and the war was over.
Youth, riches, beauty all were gone.
Hope remained, but I stifled it
He must have a new life, so many laurels had he earned.
So I succumbed, I was weak,
another shared my bed that day.
I began life anew, leaving even the memories
of that first, riotous passion far behind,
going on with life like others were doing,
till they sent me his few remaining possessions.
His family all gone, they traced me through a letter,
a letter that just said,“I remembered.”
that he would forget the love we had,
this hunger, this bliss, this awakening,
he would say, “I’ll remember.”
He had come into my life on the wings of my dreams,
I had tasted the sweet flush of first love,
but just as soon as life started singing,
he had to leave for the War.
We promised to love forever, he smiled, I cried,
and then a solemn promise we made,
that though we had been forbidden to meet ever,
If we lived through this war, we would.
I waited nine long years,
and the war was over.
Youth, riches, beauty all were gone.
Hope remained, but I stifled it
He must have a new life, so many laurels had he earned.
So I succumbed, I was weak,
another shared my bed that day.
I began life anew, leaving even the memories
of that first, riotous passion far behind,
going on with life like others were doing,
till they sent me his few remaining possessions.
His family all gone, they traced me through a letter,
a letter that just said,“I remembered.”
such is life...
On the clothesline in the garden one morning,
when the earliest riser got up from bed still yawning,
there formed a genius of Creation,
that would have filled the dullest mind with elation.
when the earliest riser got up from bed still yawning,
there formed a genius of Creation,
that would have filled the dullest mind with elation.
The ground lay below, it lay on top,
On top of the clothesline – a magnificent rain drop.
Slowly it grew in size, and in stature too it seemed,
All the colors of the rainbow inside it gleamed,
Till at the height of its importance the little monarch claimed with glee,
“Bow to me Creation; for I have trapped the Sun inside me.”
And for one, wondrous moment its claim held true,
For a more radiantly beautiful masterpiece nature never knew!
But the Sun only shone brighter than ever,
And the morning breeze blew, causing the clothesline to shiver.
The little drop, showing the first signs of fear,
Clung on with all its might to life held dear.
Till succumbing to the inevitability of Life, the proud child fell forth,
And was enfolded in the warm embrace of its Mother Earth.
while in love...(?)
Conversations – for me it is more than the talking. It is the after wards. When I am alone with my thoughts…or shall I say your thoughts.
Long after you have stopped talking, your voice caresses my skin. Carefully going over every word, every phrase – like a jealous God I guard my treasure of memories.
How is it that you can give even the most commonplace "how are you", a profundity that’s otherwise missing from the three syllables. And why does every comment of yours feel like a glimpse of all that is good and believable and possible in this crazy world.
Is it part of some cosmic plan that you – a stranger to my yesterdays – should govern all my tomorrows?
I crave the softness of your whisper. Crave with an intensity that leaves me so hungry, I have to press myself against this cold, dark floor for some – any – salvation.
I try to replay all your pauses, and exclamations. Your many chuckles, and that grin that is so uniquely yours. I try to capture that lilt in your voice, that wry humor, that understanding. And when I’m still unsatiated…I reach with seeing hands – for the telephone.
sweetcide
Life’s fluid oozes out gently,
as if unwilling to part from the sweet haven
of moist, comforting veins that have been
Rudely sliced with a
steel rimmed blade.
Is this how death arrives…
Undignified, sprawled in a musty barn,
Where the feeble, last sighs,
mingle with the dusty earth.
as if unwilling to part from the sweet haven
of moist, comforting veins that have been
Rudely sliced with a
steel rimmed blade.
Is this how death arrives…
Undignified, sprawled in a musty barn,
Where the feeble, last sighs,
mingle with the dusty earth.
the rationale behind it all...
What’s more difficult than writing trash…- writing Complete trash…
But I’ve fairly mastered the Art, for Art it is.
Anything that takes up so many sheets of paper – double sided – and fills the dust bin so many times, and eats through over a dozen pencils is crying out for an Art label.
Mind you, I make no mention of the amount of hair and wrinkles, lost and gained respectively – in a superhuman, butt-clenching effort to churn out one, pithy, masterpiece of an insipid sentence.
Yup! Complete trash – that’s my forte.
But I’ve fairly mastered the Art, for Art it is.
Anything that takes up so many sheets of paper – double sided – and fills the dust bin so many times, and eats through over a dozen pencils is crying out for an Art label.
Mind you, I make no mention of the amount of hair and wrinkles, lost and gained respectively – in a superhuman, butt-clenching effort to churn out one, pithy, masterpiece of an insipid sentence.
Yup! Complete trash – that’s my forte.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Let me be the one you come home to…
I wish I were the moonlight,
streaming in and bathing you
in a radiance that is as bright,
As my love for you is true.
I wish I were your favorite song,
Oh! It would be such bliss,
to be touched (all day long),
by the caress of your lips.
I wish I were the flower,
that you so gently took,
and carried around for an hour,
then gently saved in a book.
But most of all I wish to be,
the one you come home to,
the one who makes you happy,
the one who’s loved by you…
streaming in and bathing you
in a radiance that is as bright,
As my love for you is true.
I wish I were your favorite song,
Oh! It would be such bliss,
to be touched (all day long),
by the caress of your lips.
I wish I were the flower,
that you so gently took,
and carried around for an hour,
then gently saved in a book.
But most of all I wish to be,
the one you come home to,
the one who makes you happy,
the one who’s loved by you…
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