Tuesday 26 April 2011

Inside Out


I smiled at the morning light that peeped
through unwashed, mud-stained windows.

Super sunbeam peeled through stubborn grime
and landed on the fourth marble tile from the left.

The crummy dirt-rimmed patches of nastiness on glass
made a mosaic of uneven polka-dotted shadows.

And my white little pariah in the spotlight
was a dalmatian gaining enlightenment.





Photo Credit: My dear friends, Ashwini & Kunal





Thursday 21 April 2011

All I Want is for You to...













Surprise me with custard apples in April
and snowflakes in Bombay's November.
Find me a flawless orange maple leaf
and ink my back with a black sea horse.

Sing to me with made-up words
and recite about love in a foreign tongue.
Cajole me into wearing fuschia silk
and tie up my hair in an unkempt braid.

Touch me without touching me
I wish to bathe in your warmth.
Spoil me for I can be spoiled
by nothing and everything.

Hold me on the brink of life
and breathe harder when I miss my breath.
Take me back to that little girl
who believed in flying with gossamer wings.









How Fruitful Was That?

In the orchard of excellence, the fallen peach was graded a scoffing 'F' for her behaviour.

Well-ripened and unabashed she lived by her will.
And plunged to a splattering death close to the family roots.


Unlike her perfectly plucked sisters,
who were last seen in the old man's commode.



Photo Credit: Designer's Terminal #66







Friday 15 April 2011

What did you Expect?

That habitual 
glint. The
same dilated
size.

You searched
for my love
in her
willful eyes.

You stared
harder to
catch one
little glimpse.
Of a world
forgotten
and left
behind.

You looked
for my dreams
in her
wide eyes.


How would it
be there?

My love
was Blind.



Saturday 2 April 2011

A Defined Purpose



The little hint of dark Kohl in her eyes were intentional.
They lined the water gates and guarded those big Dreams under her concave eyelids. 
They had no other choice. 
They were told she was a visionary!


Dazzling Emotions

It had been eons since she was besotted by the sky. Her wavy dark hair circumvented her space sending livid ripples of love-lost fury in all directions. She gurgled towards him brimming with hope and love; and came lashing back home when she found none.

Until one calm dark night when she sat by herself and observed her muse with a smirk. It dawned on her then that she was actually mesmerized by those shiny little trinkets that covered every inch of his expansive frame.

So she scuffed, scuttled and shuffled her feet, without a second glance above.
For she had learned to braid her own tresses with stars.