Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Thank you, my friend

The hearty cacophony
A pleasant welcome
In the otherwise
Silent, serene seclusion.
A cup of coffee
On
A cozy couch
Served hot
With
Friendly banter,
Spiced with
Silly squabbles,
Sugared with
Picture perfect
Moments of
Relieving
And
Reliving
Life,
(As we know it,
As we knew it,
And
As we shall know it)
Sipping the heavenly
Bliss of being able
To band together.

Nothing beats that.

Friday, July 26, 2013

Color of broken heart

You’re asking me
The color
Of
A broken heart?
I’d say
It’s still red
That is
Minus
The
Ebullience,
Vibrancy
And
Exuberance;
Dull
Dead red,
Like
Boring,
Drying
And
Caking
Bricks

In sun.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Babbling about balloons

Balloons
Big and small
And
Lots of them
In
Bright beautiful hues.
Birthdays
Bring back
Memories from
Baby days
When
Balloons
Used to be
Big time thing
For me.
Right from the ones
That I could dribble
To the ones
Filled with helium
Or perhaps hydrogen
That would waft away
At the first instant of carelessness
And how can I forget
The water balloons
Bought
Basically
For savoring
The burst-splash.
When we were babies
We didn’t need billions
To be happy;
Balloons sufficed.
And today with all
Those trips
To Baskin Robbins,
And
Barista
Something’s amiss.
Baby days,

I want you back.

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Ex Parte

The glitter
Got to her eyes
And
Spread
Itself into
A million dollar smile.
The sparkling
Splendor
Dazzled her.
The
Perfect size
Made her
Heart leap.
Like a wild horse.
This minute
She was in Tiffany’s
In faded jeans;
That minute
She had imagined
Her whole life
With him.
Things could be perfect.
Between
The two of them.
She had just reached
The foot of the altar
When she looked up in anticipation
“ She’s a childhood friend.
I’m sure you’ll love her.”
He spoke as a matter-of-factly.
She just wished
He had let
The charm

Work a little longer.


Saturday, July 20, 2013

Surmise

Like a stone
Tossed away
On aqueous stage;
Dreams wasted.
Like
Expanding ring
Of ripples
Synchronous stir
Spreading slowly;
The pain of loss.
Fading away
Into
Those unfathomable
Depths of water;

My being.

Thursday, July 18, 2013

ABC Wednesday - A - Archer's flight

And away! Far away! Far far away!
Archer knew this
Monologue
Almost by heart now.
After witnessing 21 fledgling flights,
Anybody would have.
So when it was his turn,
He stood erect,
Flapped his wings …
And jumped.
All before
That away, far far away wisdom.
And then it happened.
First the fall,
The sink,
The struggle
With air, assistance
And then lack of it.
Teacher’s voice
Became a background.
After seemingly long few seconds
And seemingly some more futile flapping
Archer found his bearing.
The proud teacher looked on
As another one flew

Away, far away, far far away.

Linking with ABC Wednesday - A

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

A thin hairline crack

It all starts
But
With a thin hairline crack.
And the next thing
You know is
That the dam has burst.
And that
There is absolutely
No stopping it.
Its like a whisper
That grows and grows
And grows
Until
It becomes loud enough
To be heard
Over the blaring din
Of surrounding minds and hearts.
Like a ripple
That strengthens to
A fierce storm.
And despite
The rush,
The flood,
The force,
One can feel
Absolute joy,
Pure, sheer bliss,
A sort of calm and peace
That is unbound,
Unparalleled,
And equally inexplicable.
But
And there is always this but
That makes things complicated.
But,
Like all exciting things,
Like playing with fire,
And not knowing if
It will warm or burn;
Like dancing on shards of glass,
Balancing precariously lest they pierce;
It comes with its risks too.
Risky – but worth the temptation.
And trust me.
You can’t go looking for it.
It comes to you – at the right time.
And when it does,
It will begin with

A thin hairline crack.