Sunday, November 09, 2008

discovery....

Hope is the longest standing hard-on....

Monday, September 08, 2008

food for thot - cooked up by me and someone who inspires me to think

Chef 1: Aloo? How have you bean?
Chef 2: feeling lauky 
Chef 1: bhat tamaatar? 
Chef 2: i've bhin dis way since evening....
Chef 1: aaa(w)r (ba) bee! so saag!

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Can I?

One who teaches, is a teacher
One who drives, is a driver...
If I pray, will i become a prayer??

to rise...in prayer...

The unreason of trudging uphill for hours on end, trying to immerse into an expression of faith made universal and mass, just to support and encourage its otherwise unsure individual existence, threatened by reason. Shouting loud, encouraging cries to buck up the flailing steps and the failing power in the lungs and the legs. To pay homage to a force that one does not get to do for more than one hurried inhalation of struggling breath. Reason and unreason. Jai Mata Di, cries that tie believers and unbelievers, strangers and intimaters, go downers and up climbers, all encouraging each other to believe for that one more step, take that one more laboured breath. In a country where folklores abound and multiply to keep pace with rising need for some justification for unanswered prayers to keep away seemingly inevtiable sorrows, there shall always be a dancing around between the unreason of faith vs the reason of effect of directly proportional relationship between height, weight, age, social standing...us and them...to reach up, so as to bow down....and not give faith even time enough to find itself and redefine...

To love with abandon. That is to say, to abandon oneself to love the other. so that all that remains, is the other, with the YOU becoming an amorphous thought, flowing in and out of the lover. No equal relationship on love and faith. Reach up high...higher...higher still, if someone is to be achieved....cos u r not worth reaching up for...in ur case, it shall always be a reaching down. it is a tick mark in one of the many boxes that govern one's life - birth, education, marriage, children, faith.....subjugation...yes sir! done! over and out! when the tick mark has been placed in the last box, you are ready for redemption, for celebration in the Club of the Broken Spirits Anonymous. No 12 steps here. Till you don't dissolve into a chirping, saluting, salivating, crawling, unrecognisable mass of whimpering brokenness, the doors of this halloed elevator to hell are shut to you. Fall, so you shall rise. Faith....Love...God....Lover....your hand creeps slowly towards the last box in my life...

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Realisation

all of us who are deafened
by the silence in our lives
seem to
surround ourselves with noise
do you hear?
why? when our heads are not silent?

Jawab

phoolon se vaar na karo meri jaan
pathar ka to phir bhi jawab eenth se de sakoon

Galti

har sawaal ka
ek jawaab na do
kucch jawabon ke
sawaal hi kuchh aur hain

Uljhan

tumhe dekha nahi
to muh pheroon kaise
tumhe chhooya nahi
to tumhe rokoon kaise
tumsee batiyayoon to
man aur bhi ude
tumhe paya nahi
to tumhe tyaagoon kaise

Shabdon ke khel main

yeh saza to de hi dee
ki shabdon se kuchh keh na payoon main
ab yeh kasi paabandi
ki shabdon main baandh bhi na payoon main?

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Permission

It is a responsibility
being in charge of my own heart
can i please give it to you?

On second thoughts

my notions of grandeur
has missed its place
in the rightness of my being
but it still stands before my eyes
not letting me see the light
of your words
when you put me down in my place
saying
"you are too good for me"

Thursday, January 17, 2008

tagore

the heart grows restless
to embrace its next delusion

Speak

your words through a haze of smoke
spoke to me of things unsaid

Saturday, January 12, 2008

depths...

heights scare me...which is why i guess when i reach the lowest point ever, i find there is a lot lower i can go...

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Eureka!

I think we should sleep today so that tomorrow can come faster ;-)