Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Bad Goodbye to the Poetry-Inducing Stranger

Free me
from the shackles of obsession;
consuming all my thoughts
And being the subject of
my imagination.

For what we have, you and i,
is a monument
decimated at its foundation.
It stands for all that could
never be.

While therein lies its beauty,
I agree.
Its unrequited-ness,
akin to the
fragrance of an old rose
pressed in an old book.
It is still not meant to be.

And the pain!
What of the pain? And the memories?
They are marred with the stains of
your conceit and my ennui.
So let us stop
And go back to being nothing.

Let us hold ourselves back
from giving in,
and ruining a perfect
'something that was',
in the hope of chasing
a 'something that could be'.

So let us use our pride
and distance ourselves
from one another;
Salvage our dignity
and Leave.
Each other.


Monday, April 9, 2012

Jim Morrison - the opening of the Trunk

Moment of inner freedom
when the mind is opened and the
infinite universe revealed
& the soul is left to wander
dazed & confus'd searching
here & there for teachers & friends.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

मुझको भी तरकीब सिखा यार जुलाहे - Gulzar

अकसर तुझको देखा है कि ताना बुनते
जब कोइ तागा टुट गया या खत्म हुआ
फिर से बांध के
और सिरा कोई जोड़ के उसमे
आगे बुनने लगते हो
तेरे इस ताने में लेकिन
इक भी गांठ गिराह बुन्तर की
देख नहीं सकता कोई
मैनें तो ईक बार बुना था एक ही रिश्ता
लेकिन उसकी सारी गिराहे
साफ नजर आती हैं मेरे यार जुलाहे

image by dhruv

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

When I was 10, once I was going home in a Tempo with my mother. In front of me sat a poor man. He had big watery eyes and wore ironed clothes. He had a plastic kitchen set in his hand. I think he was taking it home for his little daughter.

It broke my heart.