Gift

“First we feel. Then we fall.”

― James Joyce

in all cuts and fabrics

I wear only funeral blacks

in spite the pulse 

and the heart beat

there are moments 

of death, so vivid

that I fear

by this year end

my corpse will start rotting

the worms of your words

eating the core

of my heart

and then slowly

your oblivion

towards my pain

will stop hurting

time for new year gift!
dress me as a bride

and please buy me 

a lovely coffin

called love !

GIFTS FROM ANOTHER YEAR GONE BY

Each passing moment

is only once

on life's timeline

the now,never was

never will be

each year 

it passes on 

its mysterious bounty

and blindfolded

I fumble through

its goodies

Time the benefactor

of memories

can also sometimes

leave you so empty

a new cup of tea

a new year to be.

2012

This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper. - T.S.Eliot

Even the bleak
prophecies of the end
don't alter us for better
life goes on
as we play cruel jokes
on love
and everything
traditional

the soulessness
of human relationships
covered by the bedazzling
festive lighting
party noise
killing the small
little voice inside us.

now we do
what we do best
make online causes
and sell even
impending death

the apocalypse
is already inside us
we are merely
waiting to give it a date.

REVELATIONS 2010

,dadHAPPY 2011 !

I would want to believe that most of us would come to the internet  today for just a short while to wish our dear ones who are away,so coming straight to the point.

• It is a sublime sense of pride to see my best friend and better half doing so well professionally and yet finding time to be a hands-on dad.
• It is strange that me who has hated cooking all my life has started relishing the joys of a perfect fluffy omelette and the sadness of a crumpled cake.
• It is new that the city beautiful which was big bad world for a small town girl once now just appears to be too small for my intellectual,social and spiritual aspirations.
• It is an uncomparable joy to see my toddler eat my broken omelettes and altered recipes as if I am the greatest chef that ever walked the face of the earth.
• It is the most awesome sense of being grown-up when my dad puts his hand on my shoulder and I know he trusts me with a lot of family responsibilities.
• It makes me swell with pride when my awesome-cook mom praises my soup and gives it 9.5/10.
• It is humbling and baffling as some people whom I knew as friends are strangers and some strangers who remember a good deed done long ago want to reconnect.
• It is a raging debate in my mind how much of me is facebooked and how much blogaddicted.

           So 2011 here I come with all this and more,hope you take favourably to me,my friends and family.

Yuletide tidings

It is that time of the year again,when all everyone does is wish,enjoy,evaluate and speculate.All the inboxes,walls and tweets are flooded with greetings and wishes.The whole world appears to be shopping,eating and merry making. Its Christmas tomorrow and a new year is at the threshold 1-1-11 ,as a friend pointed out.Long back when I was in college a teacher had pointed out much to my displeasure then that all my writings became highly sceptical ,specially around happy occassions.

Luckily for me The scepticism doesn't crop from a bad or deprived childhood,or a traumatic adult life.I now admit It is there but only due to my way of looking at not to so obvious things around us.As my two year old plays with her stack of toys I see a 10-11 year old in a house across whitewashing the walls for the christmas party,and then of course there is Anita(you would know her if you are a regular here),children you and me witness everyday working at homes,farms and shops.

Girls we see everyday being discriminated against.Women we see being mistreated in homes and workplaces.

I am trying to be cheerful this yuletide and push all these images behind a thick gaze of  devil may care.

Be it Diwali,Christmas,New Year or any celebration I am sorry to have a tinge of grey in my heart and mind about things that must but don't change,things to change which my little solitary effort is but too little.

A friend made a spelling error in his Facebook Post saying "marry christmas",but gave me the idea to request all my blog friends to marry this merry christmas with some good deed and charity for those who need it.Those of you who can help financially do so,but more importantly share some time,attentiona and mental space.Make your Christmas merry and the new year meaningful as you rub on joy and happiness.