Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Durga Puja

The crowded streets and the blatant talk,
The beat of drums with the dancing folk.
The goddess went back with pomp and show,
While the little ones cried "Maa, please don't go".

Friday, October 5, 2007

Affliction

That fresh morning, crisp and dry,
the soft breeze gently flowing by,
Stood by him,unable to cry,
but mortal agony deepening high.

Together, we had vowed forever to tow,
Our field of flourishing love with care.
Until one day when his mask flew off,
Exposing the unfaithful cheat right there.

I dazed as he smoothly denied,
No regret, guilt or shame followed by,
Malice filling within me, nothing benign,
and tiny droplets suppressing a sigh.

His denial accompanied a series of lies,
Until the thread of love tore apart,
And amongst our story of broken ties,
Lay the wonderful memories unable to depart.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Rain Rain, Come Again!

An alluring darkness smothered by,
Darkening the sky like a blackened eye,
Followed by droplets, crying high,
into the burdened earth, slothful and dry.

Mesmerized, I stepped out of my little coop,
Silently, shivering down the line,
Welcomed grandiosely by the dancing troop,
My inner soul finally feeling fine........

Thursday, July 5, 2007

Strangled

My present asks me why.....
My relationship feels strangled.
The mirror shows the glimpse of
A stranger with frantic hands,
Trying to reach me
with desires strong as metal,
But soul filled up
only with smoke, no fire within.

While the future hazes out...
uncertainty toddling by,
Commitment fades out and
lust flows in....
Paths deviate, souls depart...
But the relationship remains
All for namesake.

Monday, July 2, 2007

Ummm.....

A day passed by, with a sigh,
Deepening all my sorrows.
But as I smiled, head held high,
It healed up all the hollows.

Friday, June 1, 2007

Just Another Day

Well, writing in my blog nowadays has become similar to "a special sweet dish on a happy occasion".

Today was an eventful day of my life, not because it passed exceptionally well, but it taught me a little more.

The life which circled only around friends, laughter and merriment has suddenly come to a halt. Today, the clock does not stop, the day does not wait and the lack in variety continues.

My close friends are soon going to move out of office....and their empty places would be filled up with new faces, following the dreary introduction and fake smiles. There would be the common repetition of making your presence felt in the place where nobody cares.

My purpose was not to get emotional over somebody leaving the workplace, but emphasize on the fact that the superficial layer of insecurity and loneliness heals rapidly with a new bond of attachment over the new ones. And despite these sudden changes and a million hurdles crossing your path, life still goes on...

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

The Glimpse of a Lifeline in Mumbai

.....and the crowd pushed me without prior indication, forcing me to move forward. The sudden gush of wind mingled with the strong force of manpower, all moving in one direction seemed like a magnetic pull towards the cabins of the local train. Yes, local train is the term which left my heart pounding hard, very hard the first time I stepped into it, rather pushed into it.

Many ask me why I emphasize on local trains of all things in Mumbai???? I just smile to myself........Local train, an insignificant word for the rest of the world is a "lifeline" for residents in Mumbai. My first experience from Dadar railway station to Andheri was exhilarating, I was dumb struck at the mechanical bodies, brushing past swiftly and occupying the empty spaces within a fraction of a second. As my eyes drifted towards the large mass, standing at the so called "gate" of the trains, I was amazed to see hordes of people in different attires, reading books, newspapers, praying, singing songs with one hand clutching on for support and other holding meticulously the rest of the burdens. It was a sight to remember, a place where nobody had time. To people in Mumbai, a second implied time, and time meant money.

This is just a prologue, but someday I would elaborate on many more wonderful things which are unique and interesting in this enchanting place called Mumbai........