Friday, 19 September, 2008

A Conversation

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12:52 PM Amrita: "you're under arrest. The charge- trespassing in my dreams"
12:53 PM "you must be tired because you've been running through my mind all day"
12:54 PM "Do you have a map? Because I keep getting lost in your eyes"
  which one do you like best?
In Reply...

Why do want to arrest me now?
I have for long surrendered myself to you.
If I had been running it was to find an answer.
Can I love you and forget that we had been in love?
So that I can give myself to you over and over again?
Who knows what love is and how it is born?
I am just an ordinary man with no direction.
I lose my way home everyday.
I have no map to guide me out of the wilderness in my mind.
I had once walked by myself, drenched in rain and cheap liquor.
The rain drops had knit a curtain before my eyes through which I had seen a face.
The face is long lost now.
But what I have is so beautiful.
Those fawn like eyes of the princess of my dreams.
I wish I could see it till my hands can feel and my lips can touch.
                                                                  -- Nowhere Man
In answer...

Can you forget that you are alive?
Will a life without a hope be living?
Its not a life that doesn't dream...
It is a mere existence...
How can I forget that which gave me life?
Your mere presence, a brush of a finger on my cheek
A warm breath in my hair....
That rekindled hope and steadied my faltering dreams...
A whiff of fresh air, a burst of energy and I soar
The wind never turns, it takes me with it...
higher and higher to secret places...
Lets me be where ever whenever 
Doesn't hold my hands but I know its there
When I fall it cradles me in sweet embrace
I do not know what it is but I know it is here to stay
for ever and forever with you and me...

Saturday, 10 May, 2008

Living in Hyderabad for the past eight months has shown me the vibrancy of language. The subtle nuances and turns of phrases which make a language unique. Currently I can express myself in three languages and attempt to express myself au francais. Juggling four languages day and night was an unique experience. I realized that I have actually stopped thinking in hindi, bengali or english. I think in all three or I think in a language of the mind.

Colour me green

Fresh green leaves on old majestic trees are like a sudden splash of joy. An Old green gate rolling open into a vast stretch of green grass is my earliest memory. The field dotted with innumerable little people dressed in royal blue and white gave me a sudden burst of excitement.

The grounds were moody rather muddy during rains,light green and yellow with spots of earth in summer...It turned a brilliant hue after the rains and little people marched on the chalk dust lines during winters...the trampled grass came back to life in spring.

Splashes of Red

I have always owned a red dress all my life. whether it be a baby frock as a toddler or a slinky red skirt when I was older...and then the years of living in red t-shirts and then the hand me down red pants which turned everything in the washing machine red. Followed by the red salwar piece of clothing that I have always owned and wear till date is a red riding hood cloak. My grandmother knit it for me..... I always go red in the face whenever I am excited...I wish my face wasn't such an emotional barometer and i wasn't the sentimental fool that I am...


my dreams of being an artist being shattered..


Orange juice and lemon soul for a penny... All the school girls are so many... The grass is green and the rose is red... Remember me when you are dead dead dead... --lines learnt in nursery