delirium

In many ways he was a strange man, somewhat weak, sometimes even venal, but in all, while to all appearances he was a face similar to the millions of faces that flowed in the stream together with him, inside he was not at all similar, and so, even though floated with a million faces, he [...]

reading, and other updates

Awite. There seems to be some hectic traveling on the cards, again, so I will leave the blog with a parting note for the next few days just in case I am unable to update anymore in near future.
First up, the reading. Has been going on full throttle, so much so that I am in [...]

strange interlude

I get down from the carpool car and decide to walk the two kilometres from the expressway to my home. I am feeling difficult and do not want to talk to people. I am even more morose than usual. I think back to the people I talk to and try and remember when it was [...]

us

A white bird-feather floats into the room, dancing in little whorls in the wind eddies created by the fan, like little children playing ring-a-ring in pretty little circles; I can see every single hair follicle on the feather move, dance to the tune of the wind, rising up in the air, and then dipping and [...]

kleptomania

When you left,
I stole certain things,
From you-
A rueful smile,
A beam of sunlight, peeking through your hair,
A teardrop touching the angle of your jaw,
A touch of lip upon lip,
The warmth of your hand,
And a look in your eyes.

rain

It is normal, perhaps, natural enough-
For me to think about you. May be, it is-
The age I am, and the fact
That you are the nicest thing
To have happened in a mostly rootless life,
Lived in unfamiliar worlds-
A bedrock of constancy, even after you were gone.
So many ways to justify,
Thinking of you, again-
As the rain falls all [...]

two short poems

i would tell
the moon to
stay away from you,’cause
i get jealous-
the idiot goes where ever it might.
pull the curtains when you sleep
(and i thank the tree outside your room),
from where it tries to peek in every night.
***
chand se mujhko
bas itni shikayat hai
tumhe raaton ko jagata hai,
kabhi, chupke se tumhe chhuu ke
hamara dil jalata hai.
keh do us [...]

foregone

i keep wondering these days,
about things i know i should not,
sometimes it is painful even,
not knowing-
or not understanding.
perhaps i should have spoken to you more,
or more often,
there is so much i could say,
(or maybe, not so much really?)
i keep wondering-
what comes in, when you go out the door?
i stand, in a house of mirrors,
every morning, [...]

storyteller

speak.speak.
talk to me in different voices,
speak to me of a million different things
in the million different lands you visited,
tell me amazing stories, astoundingly tall
tales of unbelievable derring-do,
tell me of a million wonders, stories to
last a thousand nights,
and let us live together in those stories,
tell me of the wonders of the human mind,
let us through these [...]

time

time-
heals all wounds,
they say,
and
blood red suns
augur
new beginnings-
in the far distance,
covered
under diaphnous eyelids,
a relieved melancholy sleeps.