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Love is, indeed, real

A woman aged 17, gentle at heart and sound of mind, and pink of health, got married to a man of 27, strong of build, and equally solid of character. This story is set in Mumbai, India. Slummy Mumbai might I add. It was like most indian marriages arranged very ideally by well meaning and sensible parents. Now let's name them since I didn't know of their names. The man seemed very Raju ish. And the woman seemed very Aradhana ish. Okay so, Raju and Aradhana lived a nice enough life and from the love they shared soon a baby boy was conceived. Aradhana, 19 and heavily pregnant was rushed to the hospital one early February morning when her water broke. Raju was at her side, at his supportive strong best. The doctors decided after hours of deliberation that a C-section would be the best course of action to take and Raju not being able to see his wife in the pain she was going through, readily consented. 22 years later, I was at that same hospital. It was my 7th or 8th visit in the

Icelandic - she said she will learn. Self teach, at that.

Stones they come and stumbling you run You take one you lose one and still the pain's just the same There's fear in the eyes of the onlookers There's fear in your own eyes The same night, the same bed, the same phone, the same feelings Some things never change Constantly I drift and consistently I am driven to doubt Doubt of self Doubt of people Doubt of the world in general Some people never change This world is blue and so many other colours But I love blue I love the band the colour the genre the dog the bruise the sky the sea But mostly I just love being blue.

PUHHH-GGGGGZZZZZZ

The ideal getaway Is someplace far away In a sky full of misty rays And a sea full of wondrous waves Here joy of the heart stays ablaze None no more can hold your gaze The world is no longer black it's grey Everything of awe ceases to amaze You're Earth's daughter who daily does gaily graze You're sure this is not just a phase In the meadows the pugs you chase This is not a game of charades This is your life The life you decorated with finest lace Aditi 's awesome reply to my poem: Your beautiful convolutedness has left me in a daze, my vision is a blur, all haze. I can compare this song to everything but a donkey's brays. Haha nice, the look on thy face, i have but certainly taken thy case. But life is nothing but a race, all these niceties they do unfaze. But running after pugs, why that's only your craze. I suggest in the yellow afternoon sun you laze. And let your wondrous thoughts set your pen ablaze. Section 377 has liberated the gays!

Ship Salamandar sails with sordid men, with great solidarity in the sunshine.

It's never dark enough for the moonlight to shine through City lights are bright and cruel The stars they lay hidden behind clouds of smoke and dust It's not quiet, it's loud, it's uncomfortable Lying in the bed all you hear is the road There is no clarity in my vision The smog blurs everything This city is big, this city is too big for me to live in I'm getting away soon The stars they call to me The soft white clouds elsewhere are so tempting I'm going to explore the world I'm going to seize my chances