Know Why The Caged Bird Sings!

A lot of Questions!

And I try walking backwards.

Fresh smile at the table,
Dressed for work,
Knots at the right place,
And you feel I slept sound.

And I try walking backwards.

No frown on my lips,
Greetings with a warm face,
Words sweet and tender,
And you feel I held up.

And I try walking backwards.

No tears from my eyes,
Nor twitching of the lashes,
Nor moistness at the corners,
And you feel I have not cried.

And I try walking backwards.

For you have not seen my wet eyes,
Nor faltering lips or spasmodic nights,
Caged am I still! You now know!
Know why the caged bird sings.

Let Me Rediscover You!

Veil not your frozen tears,
Behind the solemn eyes.
Veil not your lush beauty,
Behind the cheap mascara.
Veil not your rosy lips,
Behind the feigned smile.
Veil not your palping breath,
Behind the tutored stance.

Come, as you are, onto me,
For I judge not you.
Shred the mantle, blind
Let me rediscover you.

Ashes!

Like yesterday too!

By the misty pane, over the candle flick,
The moon, shy, glides into the clouds thick,
Red  eyes bore down on the parchment wet,
Dried  and  cringed  from tears and  sweat.

Toppled,  the  pot  of  ink  on  the  table  lay
Have had silently bowed to the winds’ say,
The quilt scribbling away words unspoken
Wishing to mend the strings broken.

Pages after pages the quilt bleeds,
As unto  sweet  longings  it recedes
Carving delicate reminiscence faint
Of chained reveries, a tad restraint.

The wobbling flame, signals the end
But, more! More has to be penned.
Signed reluctantly, sealed with a kiss
With the pledge of a tomorrow, bliss!

And like epistles written every night,
Held  tonight’s  too  to  the  flare  bright
Crumbling, vanished into the smoke, lorn,
Dreams wrecked like a baby stillborn.

To collect, unto the urn, ashes, dry,
Bottling nights and memories wry
For one day, will set the urn free
On its way to you, across the sea.

Have you ever had lots to tell,
Writhing to break loose the spell?
Have you kept the nights awake,
Of hearts, desire and longings ache?

The Silver Lining

The Silver Lining

Deep dark inside, it seemed
Peeped down – it looked like a deep chasm
As if lost, twisted in some jerky spasm
Not even a ray of light beamed.

The thunderous monsoon played wrath
Contriving clouds dancing to its tunes
Obscurity encompassed the sandy dunes
That lay by the side of the path.

Far far ahead the empty road lay
Not even a speck of life in sight
And the bareness, with itself, in fight
Just then, a voice from behind floated “Hey!”

Looking back, a familiar face smiled
The tears rolling down the sides spoke
“It’s me! Again” was all that the voice could croak
And an invisible kiss on the lips mild.

“Hold my hands, as we have always had
And as rules of freedom love birds abide
Supporting you always from by your side
Bestowing the strength, with courage to add.”

Clutching the hand, moving in sync
Could see the clouds parting its cloak
Mischievous clouds obedient by some magical stroke
Revealed the sunshine to the soul – the missing link.

Clear blue skies heralded by the wand
Showed the track for them to tread
Bathed in the light and nothing left unsaid
The Mighty Gods have reinforced the bond.

– For we are bound to go where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we shall risk our ship ourselves.

Photo Courtesy : Here

As if nothing happened…

Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.

Its not the sun,
Its not the heat,
Its the ambition
Which is burning in it…

Its not the soft scene
Its not the shining sheen
Its the purity in it
Which makes it look just as green…

Photo Courtesy : Debaleena

Jamaica Farewell

When you want something,
And believe in giving others,
A little surprise, for your love,
You end up being surprised yourself.

When thoughts flow like winds,
And you find it difficult to collect them.
The trap is just to difficult to break through,

Dasvidaniya and other films

It’s probably the fifth time that I watched Dasvidaniya, and the film still managed to retain its charm and simplicity. Everytime I watch the film, it strikes the same chord again and again. Some films are never made to go old. And, it’s all because of one person – Vinay Pathak, managing to take care of each and every minute details, just the right expressions, the right twitching of the eyes, and the right voice modulations. But, I will, in this post, not do a movie review. I have some other issues to lay down.

Consider the following films:

• Dasvidaniya
• Munnabhai MBBS
• Lage raho Munnabhai
• Taare Zameen Par
• 3 Idiots
• Swadesh

What do all this films have

Be a nerd

Think out of the box

A story about my friend…

This time around I would not give a lecture on what is right or what is wrong, nor bore you with intellectual thoughts. I am going to tell you a true story – that of a close friend of mine (let’s call him ABC, though it hardly matters).

Well, let me start of by saying that he is one of my closest friends of mine and hence you can expect me to know much about him (if not all). He comes from a very humble background, and has been struggling very much right from his childhood. In this world of luxuries, he lived modestly, never asking for more than what he got, never even dreaming about more than his studies and immediate surroundings, never expecting toys or story books, and never going out with friends for fear of spending too much. One thing that he did was sit down with his books, look outside the window occasionally to have a glimpse of the outside world and then back into his world of studies. My friends – do not misunderstand me – he was not ‘padhakoo’ as you may be thinking, it’s just that his only way to escape from this constrained environment was through his books. He found science very interesting and mathematics too. He did not like literature or social sciences.