Slinging scribbles

An unlikely bond between a cheese and a chalk, Like two indivisible primes, and yet like five and seven, came together to form one and two. Dressed as wanderers and truth seekers in a place bounded by time, lived a fairy tale of friendship and goodbyes. We bonded over need, but in short time needed the bond to survive, Disguised as travelers, sometimes, as connoisseurs of art, performed different roles over a sea of tete-a-tetes, I ran into a particle that left as a storm! You described the journey in your letter and left for your destination, Me? left with time but hardly any patience! Now, I shall blame you for writing the better part and leaving me to describe the aftermath, For the alluring moments and effervescent experiences, for the enchanting mannerisms and exuberant mesmerism, as also the despot-like attitude and frustrating spontaneity! And you left! Like a wave that touched the shore and swept. Now, I have none, a void you cleverly envisaged! For this I ...

My search for meaning goes on. With variables, scattered and atoms, gathered. I see students going for a class, colleagues meeting at workstations, all of us have a strange momentum to complete five days, to live in oblivion for the two days of the same week. Perhaps, we move to our shell, to find our purpose, sure! I am clueless, unaware, naive! Then to make matters worse, I have different types of purpose, Larger, if I have made it! Smaller, if I have to say it! That way, I would be seen with a purpose, bright! I do my bit, here and there, but its all seemingly vain or plain. How cultivated, falsely motivated, truly corrupted beautiful creation am I? I log in, log out; sign in, sign out; look and overlook, perhaps the mockery till the vapid waves find its stream. I have a feeling I wont and I will repeat these actions till I burn; bright!

A Santa cap hangs forlornly on the stand, stranded in the carnival of dust, The jingles of the bells have long been a  passé , Longed then, lost now. A corpse lies amidst a neatly laid structure of woods, breathing ashes, living; leaving the ebullient flames, Prism that emitted a thousand behaviors has just passed, longed then, lost now. The apotheosis of life is lost in struggle, The journey of give and take has finally ended, Now its time to turn into a residue and respect the grave, Seems like a chimera, the search for the terminal! We want, we got, we yearned more, we lust, we struggled, we burnt.  Longed then, lost now.  

The world started with a womb and it grew bigger, From the words 'given' to 'make', relationships were made, Solitary confinements were reduced and yet pursued, As we knew, so did we forgot, What's for us and what we could accumulate, Eventually to the need, we all succumb, That's the only hay that we make. Its a meaningless trail, to find meaning and mean the findings, For we find nothing but a vapid play of emotions and drives, No cry will last, no smile will ever fade, Its a psyche's call, cycle byfar, Till the last breath and then again, the womb till it grows bigger......

While walking a walk, Grabbing a talk, Snatching a pause, Life, sure surprise me. Madness breaks the monotony of mind, Madness as is not normal, nonetheless normal, Its simple, quite unnecessary If you surprise me, life. On a boulevard, I want mist, white froth, I want my eyes blindfolded, I want oblivion, I want peace, But only if it surprises me. I want many roads although I will take one, Even if there's only one, I wish to believe I have many, If there are many, I hate to see their destinations, Life, hear my cry, surprise me. Books, relationships, food, stationaries, None off late provide that touch, Lover bequeathed only a month ago, The surprise is over, have you any new? It doesn't matter, good or bad, For I learnt they were just terms Created wildly, stupidly Only to spoil surprises. I create, destroy, paint, bruise, Mind seldom wrestles for a rest, I seek happening, I seek not divine, For me, the divine is happ...

Thai thai to pain, Thai thai to cry, Poachers pry for a fallen star, Like a thunder in the sky thai thai it went, Thai thai it plunged and thai thai it bit the dust! Now, now, will the poachers have it? Its certainly not the star's land, He's not amongst them yet he is amidst them! Thai thai they ditched him, all on one, thai thai! Tortured and tormented, them, his tearful toddler soul, Ditched, dumped, drowned in doldrums! Thai thai they famished and finished him. Or so they thought, some. not all! Nevertheless, it was a star, not reigning but nevertheless, a luminous object of desire, Thai thai it grew silent, thai thai it lost its brightness, Thai thai grey it was, thai thai brown it is! Thai thai life's lost love, dear me, love left its bloody trail, They filled their lust while he bit the dust, Into the rut, in the earth's crust! Thai thai hear me, will you, No one will read me and him too, Although as loud as a lion and as silent as a lamb hi...

‘I’ would like to write for ‘me’ Would ‘you’ hear it while ‘I’ write for ‘me’? The ferocious lions would dance with joy, Peacocks would battle to showcase their best feathers, It would be all gay; it would be blazing glory, Would ‘you’ be fine while all that gaiety is mine? Forget the reasons, the simmering little conclusions, Its about the sky, its also about the earth, Its about the past while ‘I' foresee a distance in future. Dubious is my scheme, so were ‘you’ with your choices, Little special that ‘I’ felt is a little ‘me’ in ‘you’, Unheard, unseen, broken yet serene. Do you know the power of courage? It is a win that was won without a battle, A hurt soul without a shatter. A conscience without a blemish, A respect preserved and cherished. ‘I’ move ahead and let ‘you’ live While the ferocious yet kind lions dance with joy, The peacocks taking turns to showcase their fair. All in mirth for all for me, While ‘you’ owned, but a li...

  It’s a prayer; an order if thou feel so, You are the only thing that me considers mine, After all the refuted chances, That passed away like they weren’t mine. Honest I was, if that’s what thou ask my conscience, Passionate I was, if that what you need to know, Obsessed and simple I was… If that’s what my flaw was. ‘O Love’, I shall call thee names, ‘O Love’, you betrayed me and had fun on my name, ‘O Love’, laugh, leave if that’s what is left of my name. Blame you, me knows its easy, Isnt it the same for you? I dare ‘propose’, Could you not look after me? You are cruel; shall I not ask you? Do you not mock at my helplessness? Photo courtesy: Rosanna Abrachan   The need makes me weak, Limbs move at a snail’s speed Ask me, I shout silently Feel, touch, caress, a cry faints while delivering the inner voice Are you pretentious or am I to blame? Am I asking too much or it isn’t worthy of this fame? A heart remains unsati...

i grew up to forget the pain or ignore it but not now.i wish you would look at me,tell me am ignoring my food with a caring voice,for once take me in your palms for half a minute everyday and tell me am the most wonderful thing that happened to you but looks like the water has receded and the time has already passed for another rain!i want you to ask me how my day went and appreciate the fact that am on my own though its not a big deal,i know...i know your struggle is impeccable and its second to none but am ordinary,i hope you know me.i understand you have a job to keep and its important to leave on time but i want you to be home before sunset.i feel lonely and i cant tell you how much i need someone to complete me.i have had various setbacks from the society when  i tried to seek love,i hope you remember one of them.i love it when you share with me  your struggles and how much you praise someone's kids and am sure you will end within their vicinity but i hope someday it will...

My lamp is making a strange noise perhaps screaming for its existence at a time only when it can be heard, the wisest thing to do for men, as the pen puts down its thoughts on a book which claims to be of accounts. I dream about a street with glowing fluorescent lamps that show the path to that noble man on walk. He doesn’t seem to be alone as his solitude kisses the concrete cement which showcases the rare efficient details of the recent road development success of the people who claim to be part of the government. Along with him accompany thousands of ideas which urge for someone to be expressed. This journey demands a partner for he shall love to live the life in flow. It will help him satisfy his lust and distract his energy towards producing a better offspring as the best offering to the world............. I don’t see him walking alone; neither does he seem to be perplexed anymore. Ideas seem to have left this clumsy object for they feel he seems to be relaxed to be strug...