Saturday, June 12, 2010

Midas' touch...

The waves embraced the firm rocks

And tousled the ferns with a subtle touch

The air grew colder, the rains poured harder

Heaven, with His mighty wand crafted an avalanche.

In the midst of Nature’s symphony

There stood I.

Looking up at the grey clouds

How I wished I could fly high!

An enticing shimmer beckoned to me

It was the golden horizon of Love, shining bright.

Magically, gossamer wings crystallized around me

And slowly my soul acquired flight.

Fighting the storm, I flew towards Love

Beyond the murky clouds, Love was the silver line

When I crossed the tempest, I saw your face emerge

I flew, to unite with the Divine.

The blazing rays of your Love kissed my wings

And enfolded my entirety in its radiant sheath

Your touch transformed me into a golden bird,

With the flame of Love glowing underneath.

Frozen in time, fixed in the horizon of your Love

This lifeless bird can fly no more,

Golden wings are powerless,

Only your scarlet love can make it soar.

Flown as I have, to the forbidden horizons,

By you I am now possessed.

Your Love, like Midas’ touch has enchanted me

Love me again; the golden bird would then be blessed.

Break this charm on me, with your touch

Transform the gold to flesh

Let the scarlet rivers flood the heart

Let the scarlet love unleash.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

He loves me/ He loves me not...

With the Valentine's day around, love is raving up the Winter air...

I see these cheeky chics around me, planning on the gifts they are to surprise their boyfriend with, the dress they are to wear to make him grow weak on the knees and their superhit plans to make his day.

Twelve O' clock in the morning...err.. noon... I start my Happy Valentine's Day. With a glass of milk. (Cupid chuckles )
I check my mobile phone.2 new messages. From...a "girl"friend. "Valentine's Day is not only for lovers...It's a day of celebration for the dearest of friends too. Happy Valentine's Day! Love you hamesha!"
Urgghh!!!
Friendship Day should suffice for them! (Cupid-"Homosexuality is legal now.")

A splendid restaurant, with crimson walls, and crimson lights, with crimson balloons dangling from them and crimson seats and a crimson rose on the crimson table-cloth... That's a Bollywood movie set for a crimson-cheeked lady, on her Valentine's Day.
I, had only this crimson bedsheet as a momento of the special occasion. And my very handsome, Mr. Charles Dickens, to perform the role of my "Boyfriend of the Day".

The dedicated 1st year Literature student, stuffs her ear-phones into her ears, selects the most romantic song from her playlist, opens MS Word and starts typing. Not a love-letter. An assignment. A week's pending work. To be submitted the next day, without fail.

"Charlie! Look into my eyes!"

Dil se tujhko bedili hai
Mujhko har dil ka guroor
Tu yeh maney ke na maney
Log manenge zaroor

Two introduction lines(just copy-paste any random sentence from the Internet).
Then the thesis statement. A rephrasing of the question.( shift+f7= Thesaures) I know I have a good vocabulary.

"Charlie, you make me fall in love with you, over and over again!"

Yeh mera deewanapan hai
Ya mohabbat ka suroor
Tu na pehchane toh khair yeh
Teri nazron ka kasoor

He looks into my eyes. And the love flows. From his heart to mine.
Hard Times is not indecipherable, after all!
One paragraph.
Two paragraphs.

"Charlie, do you promise me a lifetime companionship?"

Dil ko teri hi tamanna
Dil ko hai tujhse hi pyaar
Chahe tu aaye ya na aaye
Hum karenge intezaar

One alphabet. And another. A word. And another. Erm...backspace, retype. A sentence. And another. And more. TADA! There,the ultimate paragraph!

"Charlie, will they accept us?"

Aise veerane mein ek din
Ghutke marr jayenge hum
Jitna jee chahe pukaro
Phir nahi aayenge hum

Yawn. Stretch. Grin.
Prof.Shaleen Sharma, this one's for you!
You ought to mark me well this time!

"Charlie, tell me you love me!"

I get anything below 18, he loves me not...
I get 18+, he loves me...

If only assignments were scheduled only once a year, like Valentine's Day!

*Cupid, I need a valentine next year, just to celebrate the day! He loves me/he loves me not!

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Illusions, etc.

They have cherry-coloured gossamer wings. You can see them rising...higher and higher, flapping their tiny wings. They fly. They reach that fanciful sphere where you had visualised the abode of Desire building itself up. Their wings sprinkle magical dust on Desire, and then, the Desire becomes them...


The house of Desire is ramshackle now!
Cobwebbed.
Eerie.
Like a grinning skull crooning a jittery, noisy silence.
They ascend.
From the cadaver.
They, were the Murderers!
They flap their wings again.
Tiny, cherry-coloured, gossamer wings.
And, they fly.
To murder another...

Saturday, January 9, 2010

The death of another thought...

Little thoughts with frail sails sailing in my mind's ocean
I held one of them in my shrivelled, yet strong fingers
And bringing them close to my face, to have a closer look, I sniffed it
A soggy, pungent smell
A pale-ash-blue discoloured colour

Maybe the shadowy sun-rays
And the overpowering moonlight
Or the shrieking silence of words
And the quietitude of the heart's ceaseless drum-beats
Or the dimmed flame of life
And the perpetuality of the soul

It is weak now
Old. Grotesque.
The last strength...to die.