Friday, January 27, 2017

Stranger I used to know

You chose to erase your past
To forget memories
But you forgot
Those memories belonged to us as well
Because we were part of them

With one decision
You chose to give up
On 25 years’ worth of friendship
And that cut deep
Very, deep

If you had told us
Once. Just once
We would have been happy
To let go
To let you fly unfettered

Because our friendship
Was not about chains
Or boundaries
It was about silliness
About laughter and misspent youth

We would have learnt
To love a new you
But cutting us loose
From the old you
Was not just your choice to make

And that, is going to make it difficult
To trust the person you have become

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

The face

Itchy scratchy
Glowy golden
Mask one
Mask two
And Masks 3 and 4

Just how many faces do you wear?
And why?

One for the society
One for the virtual
One for the family
One for, well, for the self

Confused to the extent
That you don't know the real
From the acquired.

Such a sad life
Wasting precious time
Switching faces
Donning masks.

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Wind in my ears

Your voice
was garbled
and distant
like it was travelling
through vacuum
to reach out
and hurt
over and over

But
I am not what I was
and I know now
That your mind
is the vacuum
and your words
are but
wind in my ears.

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Precious

Wishing on a star
Sitting by the sea
One moon soaked night
Dreams and thoughts
Flew free

A storm gathered
As the spell was cast
Spirit and shine
Tears and joy
Combined

A ray of hope
A reason to smile
She was born
Of another
But ours
As no other

Mind born
Heart felt
Magical
Miracle
She - Our forever

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

A rant or two

A friend is questioning why we only make noise about Ganesh Visarjan and not about Durga immersion.
I want to know too.
But I want to know why the immersion process at all?
Traditions are meant to bind, to teach... not to destroy.
It burns my gut raw to see appendages of the God and Goddess in alarming disarray by the lake I pass everyday.
I am not even touching the topic of what these insoluble parts are doing to the lake's ecosystem.

Why are we so compelled to destroy everything beautiful?
Traditions, Nature, everything.

Saturday, September 03, 2016

Open Mind

Often, sometimes I think too often, I have reached out to the willing, the reluctant, the reclusive, the inconsiderate and tried to weave in my place in their lives. By keeping the communication channels always open, I was closing myself in. Somewhere it became my crutch, my lean-to. It became impossibly important to know I belonged, had an active part to play in everyone’s life.

I was wrong.

I did not need communication with others to be connected.

All I need is one line. One connection. With myself.

I learnt.

The insane shackles I welded on to my own feet are broken.


I am free.