Green camouflage
among restless leaves
parrots duo.
January 31, 2011
Rejection
Empty Eyes,
Bereft of Emotions /
Empty Lips,
Bereft of Speech /
Empty Hands,
Bereft of Warmth /
Empty Mind,
Bereft of Thought /
Empty Heart,
Bereft of Feelings /
Empty Books,
Bereft of Words /
Empty Music,
Bereft of Melody /
Empty Room,
Bereft of Voice /
Empty House,
Bereft of Company /
Empty Dreams,
Bereft of Hope /
Empty Present,
Bereft of a Future //
Like a kite set adrift on a bleak greying sky /
Like a wound that no longer bleeds but leaves a dull ache /
Like a barren land that knows no growth //
Emptiness that transcends
The boundaries of Time and Space /
Emptiness, Emptiness, Emptiness,
That Rejection brings in its Wake //
January 29, 2011
An Old Ode To Troubled Times
There I was flying
high above the ocean
with dreams that blinded me,
brighter than the sun I sought to catch..
and then without warning,
my wings, I see no longer ...
I crashed headlong
broken into a million pieces.
have reached the dead end -
and the noose looms large
to be soon round my thick neck
tightening with the passage of time.
Immunity from pain and joy alike
my wild oats crumbled and scattered
by the wild stormy winds of power
a path of no retreat.
I slink to the corner
taking comfort in the dark
lying awake many nights unseen
nursing hidden wounds to the heart and mind.
The scorching heat of thoughtless minds
have melted my protective armour
leaving me unprepared, unprotected
unsure and unwilling.
Good intentions, mistimed
add little to clear my woes.
I whimper soundless and
sometimes a raging torrent.
Desolation, isolation I foresee
is what life has in store for me.
(wrote this 13 years ago...my failure to clear my C.A/C.P.A finals driving me to a state of depression and an immense sense of a failure...)
(It may seem immature in places...the fault is entirely mine...)
January 27, 2011
Meeting The In Laws
Should call this a Thursday Centus, weekly deadline round the corner..... A 100 or less worded Micro fiction, with a Prompt (not included in the 100 words count) that has to be left intact in the tale. This time its Sci-fi style of writing...that's a boon/dream come true for a Sci-fi/fantasy addict like me....whoopee!!! Go have your fill of other worldly creative endeavours at Jenny Matlock's meme...her blog off on my tangent.
Was a nerve wrecking trip in more ways than one....travelling at light's speed, through space warps was one thing....being trapped in a orb that sped along at breathtaking speed ...oops, my body is back on the colony taking in artificial air....
Atleast he is with me...desperately miss holding his cybortic hand. We are barbarians to his folks, in love with decaying bodies they discarded like old clothes a million years ago.
As we begin to slow down, I wonder which of the hovering orbs are the parents...its times like these I love to quote old liners.."Beam me up, Scottie..."
January 26, 2011
# 26 And # 27 Random Musings For The Day
If history is a doctored version of events that repeats itself.....why are we condemned to learn it in school??
Which makes better sense : Guilty until proved Innocent, Innocent until proved Guilty?? Are there any other options??
Which makes better sense : Guilty until proved Innocent, Innocent until proved Guilty?? Are there any other options??
January 23, 2011
Soul In Agony
She sits, blankly staring at the ceiling above, oblivious to the pain and voices around.
They try everything to make her ….cry, scream, rant…any noise to show she is not beyond help. Days pass by, life goes on, and people by her door. She hears, sees, tastes, feels nothing....no longer cringes at the touch of steady, loving, caring hands that hold back a simmering anger as they feed her. Her father hears an agonised scream; first in months…the mocking picture in the paper …he has been set free…to hunt flesh again. No other victim, she decides, ready to fight him….
(Dedicated to the latest victims of rape in my small city, a 14 and a 4 year old, may they find the strength to fight back...)
January 22, 2011
The Victim No Longer
Another night, broken spirit, aching body, skin black and blue. He laughed when she threatened to complain, the false sense of security his diplomatic immunity brought him....
She tolerated thus far for the sake of their child...whose sad eyes now saw what she sought to hide. Now or never she told herself, had been a victim long enough.
Letting go of family pride, she went to the authorities in her adopted land to complain....protection she sought from him, who had terror wrought.
Action was swift, safe house, her refuge...him, her country recalled, stripped of self proclaimed glory.
(Based on the the latest story in the news of the wife beating, now ex Indian diplomat, posted in Britain and called back by the Indian Government, his wife in hiding... and many such victims of domestic violence - both men and women.)
Fair Weather Pal
He followed her on her stroll, till the wafting aroma of chicken beckoned him. She was deserted again. So much for inviting her best friend.
January 21, 2011
The Conversation
“Will this ever end?....the Country is going to the dogs“, as he switched of the I phone. "I have stopped watching the news channels” his colleague while maneuvering his way through Bangalore roads. "Scams after scams...the Radia tape, land grabs,the 2G scam..." said the fiddler. The driver replied "Even vegetable prices are sky high...hoarding, corrupt middleman " while trying to cut the red signal ...Just their luck,a traffic cop emerges out of nowhere. After minutes of pleading their innocence, the first one slips a 500 rupee note into the greased hands, driving off without a second thought...
(Based on the corruption and our own - Indian citizens contribution to the endemic.)
January 20, 2011
The Mischief I have Been Upto
Time to let out the talker in me...
I don't know about vous people, but I do a lot of blog hopping....
The world is a big fat oyster, how can I be satisfied with a few pearls of (not sure about the) wisdom (part)...
Anyway lets not dilly dally and move on to the Crux of the matter. As said above, I came across this fancy little badge in one of the writer's blog, Green monkey tales, me thinks...Your Badge
Now being a Gemini and a Bombayite, how on earth could I refrain from checking out new things (and guys, remove your heads from the gutter) ???
So the curious, consequently, bad girl in me posted a few short stories (those few hapless souls who do venture and are forced to read would admit, they are shorter than average posts) from her microfiction blog into their track box and waited rather impatiently for the analysis....
Guess what happened each time that almost, well almost...the doctor says she has a pretty strong heart.... gave her a cardiac arrest!!
Her first attempt at a true sad love story was written in David Foster Wallace style (a guy she has never heard of before, now dead) and whose titles go like Brief Interviews With Hideous Men and The Girl With Curious Hair.
More shock was when her humorous take on ear piercing was in the style of Stephen King, the famous writer of horror fiction.
Worse to follow was that her true emotional story on the loss of a close friend was in
H.P. Lovecraft style. He was a leading twentieth-century American author of supernatural fiction like Bloodcurdling Tales of Horror and the Macabre, The Definitive : 67 Tales of Horror
Last but not the least , her one attempt at a love story and a tale of 3 friends at the mall was in Chuck Palahniuk style, the author of Choke, Snuff and Fight Club, yes, the movie by the same name...in this case the chicken came before the egg I.e. the book came before the movie...
Anyway, what the hell Am I supposed to make of this....I write sad and funny stories like horror novelists or love stories in battle style...
Serves me right, some might say....just like placing your hand on a flame is not the smartest way to learn fires are dangerous things....just like a trying a fag for fun's sake at 22 and coughing your lungs out and eating 3 bars of dairy milk to get rid of the ash taste wasn't one of the smartest thing to do...guess, some of us never learn and off we go where even vultures don't dare ....they are busy dying out is a different story all together...
This self professed writer is at her wit's end...she doesn't want to drive away her few followers with tales written badly... so does she continue to write as before and dismiss the tool for what it is. a lot of bullshit or stop writing....
In case some among you are wondering if this is a post to get readers for her other blog, please be assured she has other stratagems in place to garner comments traffic namely joining poetry and story meme blogs...he he to my ex hubby who thought I'll never get street smart...
There, my pessimist twin is murmuring already....what? that like other better posts before (in her humble opinion), this too will not be commented upon...
So, before I take my humble leave, the one among you who has time on his hands and bored enough do read and leave a musing back....reward? did I hear, well, I will add you to my blog roll and if you are already there, promise to visit regularly...
January 17, 2011
# 25 Random Musings For The Day
You can poke a person on Facebook and may get poked in return....Have you ever tried poking some one in real life???
January 13, 2011
# 24 Random Musings For The Day
If everyone speaks at the same time, who will listen to what's being said??
By extension if all of us had the same level of intelligence, talent, skills sets or even plain hobbies, what then??
If all were expert painters, who will appreciates the fine nuances and the brush strokes....
If all were talented singers or musicians, who would be there to close their eyes, tap their feet, drum fingers along with the beats and get divinely involved in the song and melody....
If each of us sat to write books, who will read them and let our pen strokes stoke their imagination and take them to new worlds....
If each one were expert chefs and bakers, who would sample the tasty morsels, loosen their belts and sigh in gastronomic delights....
If everyone was an inventor, who would laugh at first and then one by one use our creations and praise our ingenuity....
And so on....if all of us were well accomplished, masters of all the sciences and arts, who would be left to listen, question, appreciate, approve, enjoy, praise, utilise......
It is the ordinary one with limited talent, often few skills, average intelligence who sits back and watches the various masters at work..
Even a Guru is incomplete without disciples to preach....
Take heart those among us who can't create , spin words, wield a brush or a ladle.....it is You, the audience that makes the accomplishments worthwhile.....
For, every performer needs not empty seats but at least one pair of hands that clap.....
By extension if all of us had the same level of intelligence, talent, skills sets or even plain hobbies, what then??
If all were expert painters, who will appreciates the fine nuances and the brush strokes....
If all were talented singers or musicians, who would be there to close their eyes, tap their feet, drum fingers along with the beats and get divinely involved in the song and melody....
If each of us sat to write books, who will read them and let our pen strokes stoke their imagination and take them to new worlds....
If each one were expert chefs and bakers, who would sample the tasty morsels, loosen their belts and sigh in gastronomic delights....
If everyone was an inventor, who would laugh at first and then one by one use our creations and praise our ingenuity....
And so on....if all of us were well accomplished, masters of all the sciences and arts, who would be left to listen, question, appreciate, approve, enjoy, praise, utilise......
It is the ordinary one with limited talent, often few skills, average intelligence who sits back and watches the various masters at work..
Even a Guru is incomplete without disciples to preach....
Take heart those among us who can't create , spin words, wield a brush or a ladle.....it is You, the audience that makes the accomplishments worthwhile.....
For, every performer needs not empty seats but at least one pair of hands that clap.....
January 12, 2011
The Trip
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| Haji Ali Promenade, Mumbai |
She lingered at
old haunts,
some unchanged,
some long gone
flashes of days gone by
all hues, all shades
the week gone
in a daze
she sees them still
sad, smiling faces
a friendly hug
a kiss on the forehead
back to the new land
of self imposed exile
to the life
unknown, unheard
looking at
the open suitcase
wondering aloud
can one pack
twenty seven long years
into this??
January 11, 2011
The Valentine - Drabble Dare # 12
The Right Mistake
She closed her eyes and sighed, lost in her reverie.
The shadow crept silently, stealthily forward.
Took her gently in its arms and kissed her
slowly but with hidden passion.
After what seemed like eternity she opened her eyes....
her smile frozen in place .
She pulled away hastily and exclaimed
"Pray tell the meaning of this, Ferdinand?"
"The Baron's wishes, my command...whatever it takes
to bring a rosy tint on my fair lady's face..."
Not her idea of prince charming and yet...
The note fluttered to the ground.
'Hold on my love, till we meet again - your valentine',
already forgotten as he bent down for one last kiss.
January 03, 2011
# 23 Random Musings For The Day
Would love to wish you a Happy New Year but which one....the half a dozen Hindu/Indian ones, Buddhist, Chinese, Japanese, Islamic, Gregorian, Jewish, Zoroastrian, Native American, Celtic, Druid, African.....???
For more Click Here Different New Years Days From Around The World
New_Year
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New_Year
You Were There
Eyes that twinkled with the
glimmering light of far away stars,
They gazed at me
as though I was their rock star.
Lips that lisped sweet words
in my soul, a chord was struck,
They made mundane words seem
more precious than the preciouss.
Tiny hands that wiped away
the invisible tears I shed,
On my cheeks they felt
like the softest of silks.
The warm body that hugged
sharing all the love it possessed,
The vibe that I sensed
of the special bond created
The look that you gave reflected
wisdom way beyond your years,
as though you somehow understood
the pain and ache behind the false smiles.
You gave me something
No one else can ever give,
The warm glow of a million suns
that light up my dark days and nights.
With you around
life is easier to face,
my strength, my sanity,
my joy, my grace.
Just remember in
the days yet to be,
This heart will beat for you
as yours did beat for me.
( Dedicated to my tiny powerhouse of a nephew Sid,
whose innocence and love helped me through my darkest year )
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