things are happening
all in a flow,
cant no longer find time
to feel the breeze's
gentle blow
things change
so fast with time,
it don't wait to ask
if you're ready for the climb
all in a flow, in a smooth
transition
one after another in quick
successions
whether i like it or not
every instance seems
like my only shot.
from linear to
multidimensional
every reason seems
intentional
as if all predetermined
like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle
all preassigned.
So what happens next,
is what i ask evey time
waiting with baited breadth
for that one symbol, one sign
Tired of waiting for so long
to merge with that melody of
a distant song.
Meanwhile
i am aware
meanwhile
i am alive
till the time i can
into that ocean dive.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Ephemeral Flower
I pray with every word
Verses which go unheard
through the echos of time
where none changes
neither you nor thine.
I set to look, knowing not
how or where to begin
to find unwritten melodies
waiting for me to sing,
every moment a doubt
intrepid with thoughts that
might be heard loud,
and knowing not where this
will lead,
words that keep ringing
to which i pay no heed-
never apart were we in this
space
just lost in the ephemeral race
Now i know you're not lost
haunted with buried memories
of a forgotten past.
knowing I'll go through it
all over again,
every emotion that felt so
intense.
The nature seems to know
thine game,
so whispers the wind untamed,
the quietude of sky,
and every soul born to die.
without a word they seem to say
never apart were we in this space
just lost the ephemeral race
As the creation moves forward
and rewinds
with consequences and mysteries
unexplained by science
all lead me back to the same old place where
never were we lost, never found
untouched by darkness
and fear unbound.
Never apart, just an illusion of distance
waiting to break free from
this ephemeral plane of existence
Verses which go unheard
through the echos of time
where none changes
neither you nor thine.
I set to look, knowing not
how or where to begin
to find unwritten melodies
waiting for me to sing,
every moment a doubt
intrepid with thoughts that
might be heard loud,
and knowing not where this
will lead,
words that keep ringing
to which i pay no heed-
never apart were we in this
space
just lost in the ephemeral race
Now i know you're not lost
haunted with buried memories
of a forgotten past.
knowing I'll go through it
all over again,
every emotion that felt so
intense.
The nature seems to know
thine game,
so whispers the wind untamed,
the quietude of sky,
and every soul born to die.
without a word they seem to say
never apart were we in this space
just lost the ephemeral race
As the creation moves forward
and rewinds
with consequences and mysteries
unexplained by science
all lead me back to the same old place where
never were we lost, never found
untouched by darkness
and fear unbound.
Never apart, just an illusion of distance
waiting to break free from
this ephemeral plane of existence
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Joke's on me ##$!&
Hey up there,
I bet you enjoy watching all games played afar, bet its like a 24 hour entertainment channel for you to see all kinds of gymnastics that goes about, in fact I bet you are laughing you head off right this moment. Just when I think I am beginning to understand a few things, a bombshell is dropped, with a note saying 'the joke's on you mate'! To begin with I thought you got some kind of sadistic pleasure seeing me endure this.
Felt like a dumb moron in a real hard physics class, with a blank expression....."ahhh I don’t get it !"
Like its all a huge joke, but if its a joke, am i not supposed to enjoy it?
I suddenly realise being serious and ambitious I’ve stopped being and having fun, and if i just looked around there's comedy in every element of life.
Crazy things are going on in the world, so whats wrong in being crazy and and weird as well...its so much better then seeing all those uptight stiff neck I-am-so-normal-it-hurts snobs who look as if they their every move is an effort.
Doing things totally out of ordinary brings such freedom !
so now I proudly say that I AM WEIRD and i do crazy things like
Listening to " mujhe se shaadi karogi"
At 2 am in the morning.
Watching a midnight show at rex in a seedy stall with all men.
Listening to rims laugh He he he.... so cute! Ever so often
Cursing the net when you can’t see silly you tube videos.
Pinching an old lady's cheek in the middle of a busy street.
It brings such a relief to admit how weird I am and shock people, to be outrageous, without being rebellious, being playful without being feverish, knowing it, yet acknowledging the vast unknown.
That’s what is effortless, like moving with the flow, instead of fighting against the current.
Who is going to say what? And So what? I have the strength to face the worst critic of myself, and that’s me...
So now I am ready to be a part of the joke, and laugh and make others laugh, coz am so done with crying for so long, and it’s so not fun. Next time I cry, will only do so coz its fun...and if that’s too tough, I’ll fake it till I make it!
And I don’t mind if the joke's on me!
I bet you enjoy watching all games played afar, bet its like a 24 hour entertainment channel for you to see all kinds of gymnastics that goes about, in fact I bet you are laughing you head off right this moment. Just when I think I am beginning to understand a few things, a bombshell is dropped, with a note saying 'the joke's on you mate'! To begin with I thought you got some kind of sadistic pleasure seeing me endure this.
Felt like a dumb moron in a real hard physics class, with a blank expression....."ahhh I don’t get it !"
Like its all a huge joke, but if its a joke, am i not supposed to enjoy it?
I suddenly realise being serious and ambitious I’ve stopped being and having fun, and if i just looked around there's comedy in every element of life.
Crazy things are going on in the world, so whats wrong in being crazy and and weird as well...its so much better then seeing all those uptight stiff neck I-am-so-normal-it-hurts snobs who look as if they their every move is an effort.
Doing things totally out of ordinary brings such freedom !
so now I proudly say that I AM WEIRD and i do crazy things like
Listening to " mujhe se shaadi karogi"
At 2 am in the morning.
Watching a midnight show at rex in a seedy stall with all men.
Listening to rims laugh He he he.... so cute! Ever so often
Cursing the net when you can’t see silly you tube videos.
Pinching an old lady's cheek in the middle of a busy street.
It brings such a relief to admit how weird I am and shock people, to be outrageous, without being rebellious, being playful without being feverish, knowing it, yet acknowledging the vast unknown.
That’s what is effortless, like moving with the flow, instead of fighting against the current.
Who is going to say what? And So what? I have the strength to face the worst critic of myself, and that’s me...
So now I am ready to be a part of the joke, and laugh and make others laugh, coz am so done with crying for so long, and it’s so not fun. Next time I cry, will only do so coz its fun...and if that’s too tough, I’ll fake it till I make it!
And I don’t mind if the joke's on me!
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Message to thy anonymous
who are you unseen unheard
creating havoc and turmoil amidst
life so peaceful and smooth
with words so harsh and a tone so rude,
without asking if it was polite to intrude.
who are you unseen , unheard
entering unwelcome disturbing my calm.
For the pain and misery you cause me,
there is no balm.
before you i was doing fine,
revelling in a comfort divine,
then you came and all was disrupted
as if a dormant volcano erupted.
who are you, unseen unheard
because of you all
close ties are being cut.
who are you unseen unheard
to whose face i want to slam
my doors shut.
no matter how anonymous you are
until the end of this default war.
admire me if you want, from afar
coz that's as close as we can get
although i hold no grudge,
not an iota of fret.
Unseen and unheard I'd rather we be.
across the the mountains
and the seven seas.
no words can say, and eyes cant see.
what's between the lines if you cant read.
creating havoc and turmoil amidst
life so peaceful and smooth
with words so harsh and a tone so rude,
without asking if it was polite to intrude.
who are you unseen , unheard
entering unwelcome disturbing my calm.
For the pain and misery you cause me,
there is no balm.
before you i was doing fine,
revelling in a comfort divine,
then you came and all was disrupted
as if a dormant volcano erupted.
who are you, unseen unheard
because of you all
close ties are being cut.
who are you unseen unheard
to whose face i want to slam
my doors shut.
no matter how anonymous you are
until the end of this default war.
admire me if you want, from afar
coz that's as close as we can get
although i hold no grudge,
not an iota of fret.
Unseen and unheard I'd rather we be.
across the the mountains
and the seven seas.
no words can say, and eyes cant see.
what's between the lines if you cant read.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Unspoken
Never said yes
never said no
never let her feelings show
what she feels is so intense,
she hides its behind a sheathe
of pretense.
the sky feels heavy above her
and beneath the ground seems to
give way.
Wants to be heard, and so much she
needs to say.
At the same time she is scared
of what she'll give away.
Whatever existed once seems
to have vanished into thin air,
of this sinking emotion, she is more
than aware.
Frozen and numb is everything around
and within there's not a sound.
like the shock of being lost and found.
Moves like a queen,
head held up with pride,
an air of new found mystery
that she cant hide.
cant figure whats wrong with this land
so many things that she doesnt understand.
looks at the edifice
with colour changing dome.
and knows she's right at home.
never has to say yes
never has to say no.
things can be understood
without having said so.
never said no
never let her feelings show
what she feels is so intense,
she hides its behind a sheathe
of pretense.
the sky feels heavy above her
and beneath the ground seems to
give way.
Wants to be heard, and so much she
needs to say.
At the same time she is scared
of what she'll give away.
Whatever existed once seems
to have vanished into thin air,
of this sinking emotion, she is more
than aware.
Frozen and numb is everything around
and within there's not a sound.
like the shock of being lost and found.
Moves like a queen,
head held up with pride,
an air of new found mystery
that she cant hide.
cant figure whats wrong with this land
so many things that she doesnt understand.
looks at the edifice
with colour changing dome.
and knows she's right at home.
never has to say yes
never has to say no.
things can be understood
without having said so.
Friday, December 29, 2006
Tale of three cities.
No experience in world quiet matches up to falling in love, and if something does, its travelling! Last week was crazy, travelled 3 cities in a span of six days, exhausting? you bet! now am comfortably back home, thank god for that! from home made khana, to unlimited shopping to catching up with old pals......being home rocks!
Hyderabad
Hyderabad had changed, out of the blue there is Mcdonalds and KFC springing up where only a lone Foodworld once stood, the city is going on a mad flyover building frenzy everywhere you look, there are LCD screens at signals playing the promos of latest telugu flick....what it all looks like to me is chaos, chaos and more chaos!
But some things never change, like riding in Autos...wow! i missed those,even with the crazy traffic, nothing can ruin my ride around the scenic Hussein sager.
Bangalore
Wouldn't dream of riding in autos in Bangalore, coz for one thing they cost a bomb, and for another, the drivers seem to be a reincarnation of hell's angels on the road, so for safety if not for economy...buses are the best bet.
Mumbai
Mumbaiyya local train....absolutely loved it, best thing is that if you wanna get down on a station, just need to stand next to the entrance and you automatically get pushed out with the swarm of crowds converging out....oh yes church gate station rocks, coz you get the best cold coffee in the world for 10 bucks!
Meeting new people, discovering new places, brings a sense of enormous freedom, just like love, so maybe it is love, the kinda love that grows with time, and stretches out like a vast sky so that you keep going...without quiet reaching, and yet, no matter where you go, it feels like home.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Un-Im-Press-ed
That’s it!
Cant take it no more, have finally crossed the threshold of endurance, and now I refuse to face this crap any longer!
I know it’s not even worth blogging about, but my blood’s boiling and temper’s on overdrive, and if I don’t vent it out this way, you might be the punching bag and the chances increase manifold if you belong to the opposite sex.
It all began way before the press meet that I attended today, but today’s press meet was the final nail in the coffin.
It was a nice press meet, in a nice conference room, with nice food…..oh I forgot to mention that we were the only women there!
First of all we were subjected to grotesque stares , we’re used to that, no point in whining coz I know its unfair to the larger part of the population to be attractive….and more than that…..its downright criminal to be intelligent as well as attractive!
Okay coming back to my point, after the painful scrutiny, we did ask sensible questions at the press conference which was on sports, where even the so called ‘seasoned’ journalist didn’t know what they were talking about.
Lots of egos were bruised, and one senior pressperson even had the gall to mail me asking to 'inform him' when I attend press meets as I would be in an ‘awkward’ position if anyone questioned my credentials as a proper ‘sports journalist’.
Does sport have a gender, does the press have a gender, why is this territory labeled as such.
“For a women you know quiet a lot about sports……”, I do not take that as a complement.
I am not rebelling, just make a couple of observations and letting my pals know that we aren’t in dark ages anymore and I don’t believe in trash like ‘emancipation of women’….I think it’s the other way round, those who are insecure of themselves and retort to ‘guarding’ their territory need emancipation!
It just baffles me why educated, intelligent socially aware humans act like Neanderthal gits!
Its really a lot of fun to watch how one small, silly thing can throw people off balance, guess the sporting instinct gets entrenched at their emotional level as well!
Cant take it no more, have finally crossed the threshold of endurance, and now I refuse to face this crap any longer!
I know it’s not even worth blogging about, but my blood’s boiling and temper’s on overdrive, and if I don’t vent it out this way, you might be the punching bag and the chances increase manifold if you belong to the opposite sex.
It all began way before the press meet that I attended today, but today’s press meet was the final nail in the coffin.
It was a nice press meet, in a nice conference room, with nice food…..oh I forgot to mention that we were the only women there!
First of all we were subjected to grotesque stares , we’re used to that, no point in whining coz I know its unfair to the larger part of the population to be attractive….and more than that…..its downright criminal to be intelligent as well as attractive!
Okay coming back to my point, after the painful scrutiny, we did ask sensible questions at the press conference which was on sports, where even the so called ‘seasoned’ journalist didn’t know what they were talking about.
Lots of egos were bruised, and one senior pressperson even had the gall to mail me asking to 'inform him' when I attend press meets as I would be in an ‘awkward’ position if anyone questioned my credentials as a proper ‘sports journalist’.
Does sport have a gender, does the press have a gender, why is this territory labeled as such.
“For a women you know quiet a lot about sports……”, I do not take that as a complement.
I am not rebelling, just make a couple of observations and letting my pals know that we aren’t in dark ages anymore and I don’t believe in trash like ‘emancipation of women’….I think it’s the other way round, those who are insecure of themselves and retort to ‘guarding’ their territory need emancipation!
It just baffles me why educated, intelligent socially aware humans act like Neanderthal gits!
Its really a lot of fun to watch how one small, silly thing can throw people off balance, guess the sporting instinct gets entrenched at their emotional level as well!
