Spirited!

I might have my dreams broken

I might have my reality shaken

But believe me when I tell you this

I couldn't feel more alive this moment

I close my eyes and behold I see

A world dripping with colors

Sugarcane on snow capped peaks

Blueberry bushes by the beach

Power cuts on a warm night make me dream

About the moon melting into drops of butterscotch and cream

You could blind me, shackle me, gag me, rape me

Yet you cannot touch, leave alone kill the spirit within me

Don't Stop!

Masks intact we endeavour every once in a while

For a night of fun and frivolity, where strangers meet

Appear to get along, make acquaintances with facades

We come forward, we retreat, we march to the drum beat

Poised and practiced, we dance along invisible lines

Sanctimonious lines, lines we are told, we should not cross

I have a problem with lines, always have, errant child that I am

Painting within lines for a picture, about which I don’t give a toss

We slipped away, away in the moon drenched night!

Away from lines and all, thwarting checks and tilting balances

Distilling the night, until what remained were only the wee hours,

Those precious moments, my acquiescence to your manifold talents

Celebrating the eternal truth that you are man and I am woman

That nature meant for us to take ever so pleasurable a jaunt

My adage is that, our lives are caught within the shackles of time

My love, yet we are free every moment to live the life we want

Regrettable Travails

I run barefoot, with the wind teasing my hair back

I run for the joy of the salty sea spraying my face

I run away from nothing, and toward everything

Did you follow me just for your whim of chasing?

I travel life’s forests and deserts seeking truths

An errant child with a warbled time machine

I travel back and forth unforgiving myself

Were you a mirage or a misjudgement?

I know I should keep running,

I know I shouldn’t turn back and look

Yet I get persuaded over better sense,

Like the onlookers in a road accident

Why did you turn out to be,

Like the apparition in my dreams?

It is amazing now when I think back,

What that sinking resigned feeling echoes

Realizing I’m in the wrong bus, yet riding on

Why did you not stop at that look in my eyes?

Love or hate is no laughing matter

Was it curiosity or jealousy that egged you on,

You outran me, jumped at me from behind

And said boo,

I’d forgive you for that, but

Why did you make hate to me?

Music Room

Amidst swirling smoke you were a vision in white

A new face yet somehow familiar

Things you said not to my face, made it hard to lock sight

With you, yet you were hard to look away from

Like a pair of magnets in the hands of a naughty child

I was drawn to you, unmindful you sat painfully afar

You sipped your drink and I got high, one smile of yours, I was beguiled

Music rained and I was a-drench, still the thirst I just couldn’t quench

Love makes friends of enemies, lovers, enemies of friends they say

They saw their worst fears dance alive in our eyes,

Ban our meetings, censor our speech and actions they may, 

Banishing you from my heart is like wishing away hours from a day

From time immemorial my love, it takes but a fleeting moment

To unearth a new world, an innocent brush and man discovered fire,

A split second for the big bang to mobilise all that was dormant

There was a brush; there was fire, an explosion and a stairway to heaven

My sweet torment, ours is one love with no expectation but love,  

We were together before birth; we will be together after death

Like God and Time, our journey knows no start nor end, up above

We have a dimension where you are as close to me as thought is to mind

Arbit Thoughts

The thing that separates humans from animals is that we come together with our pockets of knowledge to work towards a collective good. One generation uses the previous generations knowledge as a platform rather than reinventing the wheel everytime. A mother teaches her child not to touch fire, a father attempts to make his sons childhood easier than his, an elder sibling guides the younger one in major decisions lest his mistakes are repeated by the younger one, a good boss tries to be that mentor he never had to his employees. The minute mankind starts hoarding knowledge or experience our downfall begins as a group and we take steps backward in evolution.

Incandasins…

Brick by brick, I construct a wall of iron and steel
The winds howl for want of entry
The storms look for a crevice to seep in
And fill the deep, dark silences within

More magical an evening, there couldn’t have been
When you conquered my fortress at first sight
Trying to conceal my love for you is akin
To the moon attempting to hide from the night

O’ wild unicorn specked in silver and black
Neither in purity nor in grace, I’m no virgin
The light of our love is not for want of fuel
It is a star gone rogue; It can never be the sun

What showers of gold this supernova doth bring
It dazzles and enchants in its last dance of death
After pulsating every hidden desire into a million rays
It shrinks into void, sucking away my last breath

I take a stab at myself with words and falter
You just sit back and watch me misendeavor
We can’t be together and that’s that, you say
You came a life too late to be with me forever

Killing Time...

What started as an innocent enough ‘Do you believe in God’ discussion, ended in me seriously questioning my own beliefs/lack of beliefs. My life’s pattern in these 27 and a half years has been that, I have been slowly defrosting any set beliefs or ideas that I may have developed over the years. This results in my opinions being completely fluid and I end up arguing both sides of any case on different days depending upon my mood and who is at the other end of the discussion and how much this person is pissing me off. More often than not, I end up confusing myself as much as I confuse others. Who am I? What do I believe in? I am sure by now I should have formed enough patterns to have set beliefs and well formed opinions about things. Yet I spend more time floating away (and yes, getting carried away!) with an idea rather than reaching a particular destination. It is like I’m still in the process of gathering enough information and weighing the pros and cons before I reach a conclusion. However knowing myself I doubt if with all of life’s experiences, I will ever reach a conclusion about anything. Someone once told me that life is a rehearsal for a play that will never be staged. That my dear friends, is the story of my life so far!! All this reading, all these confusions, all this talking, all the confessing is of no consequence. But I enjoy it nevertheless, it is what I live for and it is what I look forward to. Just toying with an idea without having to face the ordeal of whether to accept or reject the idea. Like trying out a million clothes without buying even one! The pleasure of not having to choose one and the illusion of having them all! So what’s your point, you say? I don’t know but let’s talk about it, I say!!