Friday, 27 July 2012


There she was...clad in her favorite pink gown, with a lacy head band titivating her long tresses while the long stemmed pink rose thought, “why can’t I just go and be there?”
Samara, now a girl in her primes had seen herself grow, from Daddy’s pretty princess to the dream of her one time hero. The pink spots that she had were now a long lost mystery and in place of those ugly- wiggly braces, shone little white pearls, all waiting to be adorned.
Her waist line was now the talk of the block, if not the town as a whole and eligible men from all walks of life, found time for her, howsoever tough be the course of their lives. First there were Majors from the army regime who got her alluring proposals and as the scent of her tantalizing beauty spread far and wide, came lawyers, doctors and even the Royalty alike!
Samara was petite, in more than one way she was…with her face of the size of a small melon and eyes that bore into the eyes of the sublime, she looked at them all with equal awe but never did she gave in for even one!
With the time flying by and her charm reaching new heights, her daddy now thought that it was time enough for her to decide. DECIDE!!! Samara never thought she would leave the comfort of her Daddy’s cocoon for even getting a candy from the store nearby! How could she then take a step so bold and choose a man from the dozen that came along? And say with a confident smile, “Yes Papa! He is the one who suits me and would be my man for life”!
Never in her life had she felt the warmth of her mother’s breast for, Mrs. Robert left when Samara was still a child. Her daddy was all that she ever had and never really did she complain of much, except for those few instances, when ‘Girlie’ things happened to her and she didn’t know why it bled while it pained like it never had!
So, when dearest Daddy asked, “my darling princess! Who is that who please for your life?”; poor Samara, with no heart to put her soul into, said, “Daddy, find me a man who would love me like you always did and be my best friend and mother no matter where life took us to be!”
Daddy found it sweet enough and one could see his eyes shine in an elated pride because when  daughters of the other Colonels he drank with, ran away with a barber or a baker alike, Samara valued her Daddy most over the cheap lust of a passerby.
So as she counted the days as they went by, her Daddy put his heart and soul out in finding for his princess, the perfect match… a prince to be precise. Just as the month was closing in for the year, came in the block a new merchant. He was tall, a man of dauntless courage it seemed and from the way he looked at Samara, it was clear that it was a match written in the heavens indeed.
The news of the wedding spread like a forest fire, yes it did and folks from the big town came to congratulate the lovely pair.
And there she was...clad in her favorite pink gown, with a lacy head band titivating her long tresses while the long stemmed pink rose thought, “why can’t I just go and be thee?”. The jittery bride stood there at the end of the aisle with her Daddy clasping her to life and just when the clock struck half past 10:30, she did take her first step into her new life.
Her eyes were wet, a tear rolled down the perfect white of her skin, when her Daddy kissed her a final goodbye! All those years when her father was her only hero came flashing in front of her eyes and with a heart sinking with uncertainties about the future and eyes shut in prayers, all she wished was that her man would be her Daddy in disguise!

Sunday, 8 July 2012


Let me be thy guiding light...let me be the perfect acolyte... with my eyes locked in lips pursed on thine, let me hold you as you were forever mine.

Years have flown from when we met...things have gone, just as they came...But with thy thoughts in my head, face in my eyes, the eternity was wrapped in a matter of days!!

A look in the mirror, shows me yours and not my face
Call it love...or worship it be,
Life seems dead with you not a part of  it!

Saturday, 16 June 2012

Life; Popcorn bites part Four

Like there are no beginnings without the customary “once upon a time there was a king…” there is, I believe no ending without that much awaited… “And they lived happily ever after”!!!  Being happy, seeing good and feeling elated are not what you think they are. with every heart changing,  eyeballs shuffling between men and  perception traded for optimism or lowliness, there lies a silver lining that when crossed, you actually know the magic secret to living life king size.
Big things are achieved not by preparedness but by sheer intuition and how many instances do we need to prove the same? Buoyancy was discovered when a bored Archimedes decided to take a shower in some plush Roman grand Bath (Eureka!!! Ain’t it?), gravity came to strike the cord in the maddest of all men, Newton’s head below an apple tree and I wrote my first verse at probably 3 at night (how Satanic of me) as a result of insomnia and a severe heartbreak!!! Call me overtly assertive of myself or an ardent self patronizer, I buy and strongly advert the ideal that knowing your pluses and using them to raise your TRP is no more being lame…dude, it is survival redefined!
To lose it when you do not find the way out is like pushing aside a pair of Jimmy Choo stilettos just because one day they WILL get old! That is crap and come on, we all know that. Someone told me once, it is very easy to let go off the hands of the friend who is holding onto you while dropping from a cliff. It really takes courage to cling on to him. Life is treacherous and trust me, I have seen enough in life to know the plurality of the statement but then life goes on, and it means that things will fall in place too.
To go listless…give a shite about the world, juggling opinions and thoughts like you juggle glasses, keeping a by-stander for every decision (as a norm falling back on the less needed choices) and a lot more of such highlights make life the blissful odyssey it is. Imagine the Ford model of factory processes from the 19th century America. Paupers would us be and money would lead us on. Doing the same ablution day in and day out can only be life threatening, no matter how civilized the work setting be! No doubt it does provide us with the basic necessities in life (knowing the exactitude manner in which the world runs, I don’t think twice before saying so) Money might tame the wildest soul but then  some odd million years of Neanderthal genomics do crane up once a while. In such moments, life becomes a movie; the ticket of which you got for free…entertainment is what you get at the end, no matter how tumultuous the script be!

Tuesday, 8 May 2012

Chaperoned thoughts

There’s a song that my heart sings out to you
The string of muffled truths that hang sloppily
On this thread of live…longing to go free
With none but one thought,
That wishes to reach out to thee!

More than once did it occur to me,
From the time when we were together…
To now, when we are long afar,
Things have changed like they never did
No matter how hard tried you or tried I!

Long nights were spent,
In none but one wish…
The Isis of my heart longed to see
A sight that only in heavens were meant to be…

Maybe the dread that sluiced my mind
Did its trick in instilling it in me…
Or maybe the fact that you were gone,
Was enough to turn me a ghost indeed!

Monday, 23 April 2012


·         So many words to say…
None that come to my parched lips
So many sounds that ink link to my past…
None that fill the vanity of my dreams

·         Sitting by the window sill…
There are so many things I feel,
So many chaperoned thoughts…
All pleading to be free!

·         My head hung low…
Eyes blotched wet,
There are so many pearls…
Those wait to go forlorn.

·         The coffee in my hand…
Turns a pale shade of dirt,
The one sip that touched my lips…
Has its essence still lingering by!

·         Soon it turns dark outside…
The light fading away in a string,
But alas! Look how it fails to register…
Any sign of gleam in this prudent being!

·         The sun goes does completely…
Yet the tree stands firm,
With no morsel of pain or fear…
It testifies that there’s better time to come!

·         How I wish my life would be like the tree
Daunting and carefree would I too be…
With no tests to give, no scandal to deal,
Wouldn’t it then be worth a THOUSAND WORDS indeed??

Love...this thing called Love!!!

Some say it feels heavenly…
Some may find it Satan’s grasp,
For some love is to hold respect…
While others hail it in the spirit of lust!

When in kindergarten…
Love is to be cuddled, to be insane it is,
But with the passage of time…
It certainly takes forms that it never did!

My mum was my first love…
For she brooded in me vanity and prowess alike,
And then came my hero…
Oh! How I wished I met him every now and morrow!

In the roll of time that changed it all…
And as my shorts shrunk,
Simplicity was long forlorn…
And it was only lust that stayed on!!

While some call it Gen X…
For others it is a mere ploy,
What remains constant in this treachery…
Is love, in its plethora of shapes and forms!!

In this short life that I had…
There are multitudes I’ve seen,
From the purest of pure feelings…
To the ones that are muffled truths indeed!!

To be happy…to feel a sate within…
There is not much that we do
But, it is these two things that we show a slack for,
That MAKES US. Or BREAK US through!!

Love is intricate, delicate and coy…
No matter how we feel about it.
In times that we think we failed,
LOVE this thing called LOVE…
Becomes for us, our hope and our power to fly by!!

Oft have I asked, “What is love?”
Is love a stream or a bunch of incoherent phases...
Peeking through the mesh of human emotions…
Why do lovers part then, while the bond linking them,
Stays as firm and never astray??

Be it a platonic form or
The most carnal manifestation it be…
What is true is true…love or lust…
It is we who make it what it is!!

Sunday, 1 April 2012

LIFE; Popcorn Bites PART Three

The evolution of human life on earth has been rather a speculative narrative and from careless cave dwellers to the quintessential modern man, there is none but one thing that went on a retrogressive succession (of course other than the disappearance of the tail that is!)... somewhere between living life the way we are expected to and the way we actually end up living it, we inevitably lose out on the numerous chances of a spirited, upbeat life! Today a daughter...tomorrow a wife...then a homemaker...then a mother's delight, it is rather a shaky path that we traverse in this journey of life. 

Amidst the several roles we play, switching on and off effortlessly, how many of us do ponder over the basic necessities in life? Some might say, "Who has the time to waste in such listless thinking?" while others mask their inability with a parapet of indifference. Irrespective of what our current disposition in life is, a mother, a child a wife or even a nobody, it is more a rule than an exception that all of us do leave out certain things in life, not by chance but by choice!

Sometimes the day comes and brings with it a lot more than happy moments. More than often do we get up and find the corner of our lips taking a curve and the globe of our eyes, shinning in an elated pride. How many times have we smiled sheepishly and thought about what made this sudden outburst of emotions? No matter how disciplined our minds work during the daylight hours, there is always a chance of losing it to some unattended thought and it is during those vain moments of emotional nakedness that life actually finds its rightful niche!