So, yo man! what’s your story?

I am growing
Dysfunctional-
Growing, in life, reducing in age,
Unresponsive,
While a million shooting stars shout-
‘So, yo man!, what’s your story?’
With hints of their own answers
‘I was less than a child- or less than a man’
To be, first finishing a journey,
Then departing.
Psychedelic orange parkas in the heat of Delhi,
And electric green sweaters in Mumbai-
Disguises presented to the world,
The [...]

to cut a long story short

All those people.
speaking of love,
and forgetting, of loneliness,
and everlasting forgetting…
all that talk, about kisses stolen,
all the heat, that passed-
from your lips to mine,
the sour taste that we shared and loved.
tonight is adieu night,
when i say goodbye, to it all;
to you, your dreams, desires of you,
everything is like grass now…
green, beautiful,
and utterly useless when i go [...]

imagine

Life is a shining whirlpool of self -destruction.
There is no drive. If I had enough money
to kill myself, I would. Thats a paradox.
There is one way- the way to freedom.
There is a void, and in that void there is
someone. That someone calls out
loud-perhaps. Or perhaps doesnt call out
at all. I wish they would, I long [...]

this morning

All the things
I hoped would go away this morning.
The stuff I live with every day. What
I’ve trampled on in order to stay alive.
But for a minute or two I did forget
myself and everything else. I know I did.
For when I turned back i didn’t know
where I was. Until some birds rose up
from the gnarled trees. [...]

stories-redux

Every minute spent with you is another page in a story which will not be written. Because all the stories worth telling are already done, and there are no new tales.
You want to be simple. Normal. And you are more complex than a system of Chinese boxes. There is always something new. Like your admission [...]

straw men

In their own sweet time, the books will be read-
Stories told. Heard or unheard, who cares?
Truths and lies, disguised in fiction-and lost
Parents mixed with trees and flowers muddled with lovers?
Stories, illuminated in incense, and corrupted-
By desire of never ending- half understood,
Similars and dissimilars, stories- remittances made to uncertain futures.
You. Me. Everyone. Who understands, and who [...]

all that is not a dream

Let us forget all about her,
The weather is sultry and there is no moon,
And even the stars hide,
As if scared of looking into her eyes.
She is gone, and there will be no coming back,
And the words I should have told her-
Have been left unsaid.
Pending work, left in the in-tray, forever.
The night is clammy, and suffocating,
And [...]

funny tales

Watching Casablanca again and again is just a way to torture myself.
Does anyone cry when seeing a movie?
Why is ‘as time goes by’ so important? No one ever left me waiting at a railway station?
Why do I always wonder why there is no man in your life?
If she can take it, I can.
What is my [...]

intent

We sit, across a little square table,
On cane chairs,
In this formica world,
Looking away from each other,
Angry thoughts staring,
From blind eyes.
Truth is lost 
In bitter coffee
And from crossed spoons
War is declared.
( Image Courtsey )

fever

O wrangling schools, that search what fire
    Shall burn this world, had none the wit
Unto this knowledge to aspire,
    That this her feaver might be it?
[...]
These burning fits but meteors be,
    Whose matter in thee is soon spent ;
Thy beauty, and all parts, which are thee,
    Are unchangeable firmament.
Yet ’twas of [...]