tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200002362174177772024-02-21T11:38:06.666+05:30Lights And WavesPoems my toothless muse whispers to me, in the dead of night.Priyankeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120697558820857203noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320000236217417777.post-55545740941901393882021-04-04T01:02:00.001+05:302021-04-04T01:02:45.074+05:30Sorry, Not Sorry<p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px;">Their gongs might sound long and holy</span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px;">But hers reverberated throughout the night</span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px;">Threatening pious wives’ bedtime prayers</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16.7px;">With moans that betrayed<span class="s1"></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Their true intentions</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">About their unrealised dreams</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Of garrulous laughter that sought to not be polite</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Of cheeky queries that tore the curtain of shame </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Of unselfconscious revelations that showed the naked inside</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">That they really weren’t used to idolising</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">In a bhadralok gathering amidst cha and pokora</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16.7px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16.7px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Of an unapologetic self that she had learnt to love</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">After a lifetime of shame she thought she owed </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Her ancestors</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Who ironically had worked so hard to bring her to a point</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Where she could own herself</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16.7px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16.7px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">With her razor-sharp stare, her loud proclamations, her imperfections </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Without fearing any judgments</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Because she just didn’t know </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">How to care anymore </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16.7px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16.7px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Thank goodness, because god knows it was wasted effort.</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">She would much rather twirl a glass of wine at twilight</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Debating the ethics of predestination vs free will</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Than deliberate about the lajja of having laughed louder than the society would allow her to.</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Fools that they were. </span></p>Priyankeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120697558820857203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320000236217417777.post-66812043244376715032019-11-06T20:41:00.001+05:302019-11-06T20:49:05.979+05:30Floodgate<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Priyankeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120697558820857203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320000236217417777.post-73843498318720437042014-08-25T15:38:00.000+05:302014-08-25T15:39:31.503+05:30Me And My Monsters<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Priyankeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120697558820857203noreply@blogger.com3Unknown location.25.483571017821504 78.60872268676757825.454903517821503 78.568382186767579 25.512238517821505 78.649063186767577tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320000236217417777.post-22756047460621454582013-03-14T03:33:00.001+05:302013-03-14T03:33:21.092+05:30Ode to the Last Cigarette at 4 am<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The burning stick<br />
Like a flame of hope<br />
Sticks out like a bad choice in an organised world.<br />
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The one true friend that sticks with you<br />
Once the laughter and loud voices around you<br />
Disappear in the vapour of night.<br />
The last light after the joy can no longer be reflected<br />
In the amber glasses<br />
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Now lying tall and empty<br />
Judging you from the kitchen counter.<br />
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The music is transient.<br />
Like you wish your sorrows were.<br />
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The ashes gather...<br />
Like the wishful tears at your fantastic funereal.<br />
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Tomorrow is another day,<br />
There will be light,<br />
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More than what your torch of loneliness shows.<br />
Beyond those labyrinthine passages<br />
You cross every night behind closed eyes.<br />
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The unending turns and circles<br />
Between forgotten junk and broken furnitures.<br />
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The end is near,<br />
Look up and hold on.<br />
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There is more light at the end of the tunnel,<br />
Either in this life or the next.<br />
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Priyankeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120697558820857203noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320000236217417777.post-48261217363346096232013-03-09T00:56:00.000+05:302013-03-13T17:05:56.506+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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She never liked to smoke up with her friends. In the beginning, she did. But they were more often than not bad trips - where she felt she was an illegal immigrant in a city that spoke a different language. She started scoring alone, organising her marijuana nights in a way that mundane things did not interrupt her flight to that higher plane - all equipped with a bottle of water, some cigarettes, a pen and her notepad by the bedside. She would complete her chores, give a good night call to her parents and her boyfriend and sit down on the marble floor of the balcony at her rented house. With the moonlight filtering in through the wrought-iron bars, she would take in the grey smoke, as her two eyes would slowly cloud over.<br />
On good nights, she was able to put her thoughts down on the notepad lucidly - they would seep out of her rapidly - like vapours from dry ice. She liked to think of herself as an experimental writer - much like her favourite Romantic poet, Coleridge.<br />
She firmly believed smoking pot was a spiritual process - and that it was not a cliché at all. Although she was highly sceptical of the religious connotations of it as an atheist, she did believe that marijuana was the key that opened the doors to the mysterious beyond - it unlocked the human subconscious.<br />
The world outside blacked out - much like the theatre would, as the lights turned bright on the stage before the show began. She would be the audience in her stoned head, as well as the actors - protagonist, villain, the voice of reason and the chorus. Roles interchanged rapidly to the tune of the song playing on her iPod, or to that of the thoughts in her head.<br />
She realised that pot was as good as therapy - better in fact, because it was cheaper. You do not need to pay the counsellor to coax your innermost thoughts to the conscious. Smoke a joint - and you could be the private audience to your id, ego and super ego have a party at the basement (read: subconscious). Like in a party, you mingled with these guests - sometimes having a private chat in the corner, or in a group where you cannot hear what the other person is saying over the loudness of the music. Sometimes, everyone would be speaking at the same time - and you had difficulty understanding the blabber.<br />
There were nights when she would be too lethargic to get up and jot down her thoughts - and she would will herself to remember them the next morning. Sometimes, they would stay with her - other days, she would be vexed trying to recall them. They would be like shy little kids refusing to get up on the stage to play their part in the school play, even as their teachers and parents tried pushing them gently on stage.<br />
She would mostly write poetry. She believed that this medium worked best for her - the impossibility of comprehending her own thoughts in their fullest could be reflected in her free verse. She was fascinated with the idea of synaesthesia - where words or numbers are perceived as colours. She used to unconsciously apply that to her writings much before she found out that there was an actual term for that phenomenon. Her poetry would be highly colourful and set in open landscapes - fantastical to a fault.<br />
She would have loved nothing better than to have enough money in her life, so that she would never have to worry about how to pay her bills and rent - and could just write forever. Forget Icarus, she was not even Daedalus - she might have been a Utopian fool, but she knew that her writing was never something she could proudly present in front of her close acquaintances, let alone to the world. She knew she could never be a writer, she neither had the depth of thought, nor any experiences to write about. It was all very well when she was a teenager - writing a blog was a better way of dealing with the teenage angst than other destructive ways.<br />
But now it was not that easy any more They say that life is difficult at the crossroads, when you have to decide which way you want to go. But have you given a thought as to what happens to the poor bastard who takes the one way road towards something, and has no way of going back to the crossroads again? Why, that fellow would give anything to change places with the other guy stuck at the crossroads in the first place.<br />
There would be long draughts in her writing - when she either could not get enough time from dealing with worldly matters to sit down and write, or she would simply not be inspired to write about anything at all. She had too much of an inferiority complex to actually call it writer's block.<br />
Like the poets of the Golden Age and beyond, she liked to believe that she too had a Muse. The only difference is that unlike the great poets', hers was a middle-aged woman - naked and with sagging breasts - with the wisdom of the world in her tired eyes. She would sit across from her when she wrote, lying down one arm, the other hand holding a cigarette that she would languidly smoke now and then.<br />
She would call her the Night Muse - a fictional teleporter who has travelled through space and time and has come back to her on sleepless nights to tell of places she has been and things she has seen. Our young poet was but a medium through whose fingers the Muse's stories passed on to the earthly side.<br />
Speaking of fictional characters, she would also embrace the voices in her head - call them skeletons in her closet on the monsters under her bed - calmly when she would be stoned. They would come out gracefully to the party at the basement and indulge her in spiritual and worldly debates. Sometimes, she would get a little anxious at just how many voices there are in her head - and how easily she would find herself in one's shoes and then the next moment, in the other's. But all would be well again, when the party would slowly get over, the guests slowly leave - swooping back to their closets and bed bottoms. When the last guest has left, she would lock the basement and go up to her bed. Sometimes, super ego would be heard muttering on the floor above her - but more often than not, her sleep later would be dreamless. Even the other people in her head would be too tired to go dream hunting the night she held such parties.</div>
Priyankeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120697558820857203noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320000236217417777.post-35733516865719924022012-09-18T07:17:00.001+05:302012-09-18T07:22:13.339+05:30October Rain<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">If asked, she
would not be able to put a finger on the exact moment when she became the
prematurely old woman that was staring at her from the mirror. Looking at her dull
sunken eyes, her mind flashed back to a photo buried somewhere among the pile
of books, diaries and photo albums that lay slowly gathering dust in a small
shelf in the corner of the bedroom. The photo was taken almost 10 years ago,
where she sat with her friends outside her school in uniform, all looking
happily into the camera. She remembered having very beautiful eyes back then –
without dark circles or fine lines, two dark brown orbs cheerily gazing at the
world defined by thick black kohl. She still wore the kohl exactly the same way
– or so she remembered – though they did not look anything like the young
spunky thing she was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">She looked at
the shelf again, judging whether she wanted to look through her things for that
photo – and put them back again. She shrugged without being aware. <i>Oh never mind.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">She looked
back into the mirror, adjusting her khadi kurta and tucking her limp hair
behind her ear. Absentminded, she glanced out of the window. Even though it was
just 2 pm on an October day in Delhi, the sky was grey, with a nip in the air. <i>Winter’s early this year</i>, she thought.
She switched off the lights in all the rooms, and locked the door before
leaving – giving a vacuous smile to her next door neighbor in the 4-floor
apartment building, Gina aunty.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">“Hardly
mid-October and it is already getting cold. Better get the <i>razais</i> and sweaters out, huh Riya?” the affable old lady, attending
to her balcony garden, chirped. Riya snapped to attention. “Huh? Uh … yeah,
aunty. I was just thinking the same thing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">“Homi’s at
work? Don’t you have office today?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">“Yeah, he just
left an hour ago. He will be back at around midnight. As usual. My off day has
been shifted to Tuesdays now, going out to meet a friend.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">“You young
people! At a time when you should be enjoying a new married life, you are both
so busy working. And at different hours and days as well! When will you get
time to make kids?” she chided, accidently sprinkling too much water on her
budding dahlias.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">“Oh don’t
worry, Gina aunty. Enough time for kids. And I’ll tell Homi you asked,” Riya
smiled, half-amused, half-embarrassed, “Okay, I have to rush now. See you
later, aunty!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">Rushing down
the stairs, she didn’t quite catch what the bespectacled grandmother of 5 continued
to mutter. <i>Kids</i>! she laughed to
herself as she beckoned an auto in front of the lane.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">“Kahaan jana
hai, maidam?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">“Green park
market, bhaiyya.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">“80 rupees
lagega.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">“Roj aya jaya
karti hoon yaha CR Park se. 60 rupaye se ek paisa zyada nahi.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">“Chalo 70 de
dena maidam. CNG ka daam bahut barh gaya hai. Aap parhe likkhe logon ko to
pata hain.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">“65 le lena.
Ab chalo.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">The daily
bargaining with auto drivers followed the same script, with minor changes as
per destination and fee. Similar to so many other daily conversations, she
philosophized – dazed eyes staring out at the disappearing traffic as the auto whirred
by. The wind got chilly as the auto picked up speed on the surprisingly empty
Ring Road. <i>Should have worn a stole, </i>she
regretted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">She had
married her long-time boyfriend less than a year ago. While he worked night
shifts at an MNC in Gurgaon, she had a regular day job at a KPO in Noida.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">“We’re never
going to meet each other after we are married,” she had gushed, lying next to
him at his bachelor pad with his arm supporting her head – a year or so before
their marriage. “Don’t worry; I will wake you up ‘lovingly’ when I get home
from work at night. And you can wake me ‘gently’ up for a few minutes before
you go to work in the mornings,” Homi had grinned mischievously, looking down
at her make a face.<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">Passing South
Ex, she smiled sardonically to herself. <i>That’s
what we thought! </i>Hardly 9 months into the post married life, and what she
had prophesized was already happening. Getting back from work, he would be too
tired except to exchange some perfunctory words before going to bed. And
mornings would be too rushed an affair for her to do much except kiss his sleepy
tousled head before dashing out of the house. <i>All our conversations are on phone, it’s still like when we were in a
long distance relationship for a few years, </i>she realized suddenly with a
pang.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">****<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">The auto
jolted to a stop. “Yeh lo aa gaya maidam.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">She counted
out 65 rupees, and was putting the latch back on her bag, when she noticed
Padma waving wildly from the other side of the road. Grinning, Riya waved back
as she made to cross the road.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">“You look SO
grown up!” the dimpled girl with poker straight hair screamed as Riya
approached her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">“Is that
polite for old? And you look terrific as ever, obviously. How’s Arnab?” Padma
shrugged her shoulders as if to say, “Okay.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">Despite both
living in different cities at different times, and both having completely
different personalities – they continued to be good friends as they grew from
adolescents into women. They entered the quiet little pub ‘Charlie’s’ – Padma’s
favorite in Delhi. Adjusting their eyes to the dim interiors, they made their
way to a table at the back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">Riya took in
the ambience. Wooden ceiling and floors with high back chairs on tall round
tables – replete with a Johnny Cash number playing softly to complete the
cowboy look. She rolled her eyes at Padma, who protested, “What? The food’s
really good. You wait till you try the pork ribs.” Riya cheered up at that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">Pork and pubs
have been quite off Riya’s list ever since her marriage. Homi wasn’t a fan of
either, and living together meant she weaned off those habits over time. “Do
they have steaks? I haven’t had one in so long!” she said as she looked through
the menu.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">“I am
pregnant,” Padma said without preamble as they both settled into their chairs.
Riya dropped her menu card in shock. After a passing waiter had picked it up
and left after taking their orders, she looked at Padma, “Have you told Arnab
yet? So, you guys getting married?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">Padma looked
at her big concerned eyes for a while, and said, “It isn’t Arnab’s.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">“WHAT?” Riya
shouted. A group of men sitting a few tables away turned around to look. She
again said in a quieter voice, “What? Who is it? Have you been cheating on
Arnab?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">Padma’s eyes
filled with tears. “I didn’t mean to cheat… It’s just that we have been going
through a rough phase. You know he doesn’t want to marry now, and has been
keeping busy with his family business. Over a month ago, we had a big fight
over it. You know my folks are pestering me to get married, especially after
you did last December. I left for Chennai for an education conference. Later
that night, all of us delegates went out for a party. There was this charming
man from our Bangalore circle. We got talking, had a few too many drinks. I was
already angry with Arnab. And …”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">Both women sat
in silence for a while, as the speakers changed songs to “Achy breaky heart”.
“Did you tell this to that sonofa… that charming delegate?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">Padma’s lips
quivered. “I can’t. After the … night, the following morning he told me that he
was married with a kid and that this was a mistake – but we should take it in
the right spirit and part as happy strangers. He said it was a wonderful night
… and …,” she choked up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">Riya’s eyes flashed
fire, as she reached out for her friend’s hands to comfort her. “That fucking
asshole. Besides, even if we were to overlook that you slept with a complete
stranger, why on earth didn’t you use protection?” she asked as kindly as she
could, without conking Padma on her head for her silliness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">Padma waited
while the waiter arrived with their food – a BBQ pork rib and mohito for Padma
and a pork steak and beer for Riya. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">“I … we...
were too drunk to realize, I think. We didn’t even remember this the next
morning. I missed my period this time and took a home pregnancy test a few days
back…” she said, picking at her rib.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">“What are you
going to tell Arnab? Wait, you won’t tell him, will you? Just see a doctor and
get rid of it.” Riya’s eyes searched Padma’s for agreement, with her forkful of
steak hung in midair. She was suddenly afraid of the way Padma was looking at
her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">****<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">“I told Arnab
about the pregnancy. I told him it was his kid. He doesn’t know it wasn’t his.
When we had sex last month, I wasn’t ovulating. But I was ovulating while in
Chennai. So I know this kid is that other guy’s.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">“Wha… what did
Arnab say?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">Padma’s face
finally lit up in a shy smile. “He says we should get married now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">For the second
time, Riya’s shout of exclamation attracted the attention of the people in the
pub. Rubbing her eyes with her index finger and thumb – a habit she has picked
up lately – she contemplated the scenario. It <i>was </i>a win-win for all parties… “but at the cost of a lifelong lie?”
she accused Padma.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">The latter
shifted uneasily in her seat, and maintaining composure, replied, “I know you
would get judgmental, Riya. But I really needed to tell you. Everyone is not
lucky as you and Homi da, you know. Dating since college, love marriage and
living happily ever after. I don’t want to get rid of the baby, especially if
it is the one thing that makes Arnab change his mind about getting married. Our
parents don’t have to know.” The last sentence had a pleading note to it, as if
Riya’s acceptance will settle the entire matter. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">In a way, it
did. Both the women have shared all their secrets since childhood – their
crushes, kisses, boyfriends, sex – and both regarded each other’s decision as
the last word in any issue.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">Riya did not
say anything. She knew that Padma has always been temperamental, but she had
mellowed down a lot in her growing years, and would contemplate such a risky
decision now only as a sort of last resort. She still did not want the burden
of making such an unwise decision for her friend, but Padma’s misty,
mascara-smudged eyes wore a look of extreme unhappiness. “I really think it’s a
bad idea, and I don’t think I have to list down the repercussions that you will
face IF the truth ever comes out. Please take some more time to think about it,
Paddy. If you still think it’s wise after a couple of days, I will happily
bestow my blessings on the three of you,” she told her softly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">Padma looked
down at her plate in deep contemplation, and nodded. “Yes, I’ll do that, Reese.
I am just so sure that things will all fall into place once we get married and
have this kid.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">****<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">Coming out of
‘Charlie’s’, Padma took the metro back home. The sky had got darker, and it
looked like it will rain anytime now. Sitting on a half empty carriage, she
hoped she reached home before the rain. It wasn’t a long ride, and she looked
around at the other passengers. A young couple, hardly out of school, was
sitting a few seats away from her, talking animatedly. She smiled to herself,
and Padma’s words came back to her. <i>Everyone
is not lucky as you and Homi da</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">Her smile
faltered as she recalled the last few months of their engagement – how she had
nearly called off the wedding, but decided against it after considering the
pain it would cause to everyone involved. And not once, but quite a few times.
She wondered if she had done the right thing. Ironically, no one else except
Homi – not even Padma – was aware of her indecisiveness. All her friends and
relatives were so convinced that hers was such a happy relationship that she
would have been embarrassed to tell anyone that it was becoming just the
reverse. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">And it sneaked up so stealthily that either of
us hardly noticed.</span></i><span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;"> Arguments that were ended without any
closures just for the sake of peace, the over-familiarity of old couples which
transforms passion into the mundane, the taking for grantedness, the missed movie dinners – these
and more somehow crept into their lives and choked the love out of it. Absence
of apologies, inadequate apologies, the ennui and the jadedness –all these just
tightened the stranglehold.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">****<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">“Nehru Place
metro station”, the P.A. announced.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">Riya jerked
into reality. As she came out of the metro station, the rain was already
lashing fiercely at stranded passersby. Cursing under her breath, she was
soaked to her bones by the time she reached her apartment. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">The lock was
gone from the door. <i>Did Homi get back
home early today?<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">Entering, she
was greeted by the stereo playing “Wonderful Tonight” in the living room.
“Homi?” she called out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">“Hey <i>jaaneman</i>!” Homi called out from the
kitchen. Puzzled, she put her bag on the bed and went to him. He had her back
to her and was cleaning the chicken at the sink. “I got off early today, so I
did some shopping and came home. I am cooking dinner tonight. You relax – I rented
the DVD of ‘The Scent of a Woman’. And there’s some beer in the fridge…” he
paused as he turned around to see her dripping on the kitchen floor. “You will
catch a cold! Go dry yourself. We’ll then watch the movie.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">She looked at
him, standing in his pajamas and vest, his eyes hoping for some happy reaction
for this unexpected surprise – and smiled. “You missed out that piece of
chicken. It still isn’t clean,” she reprimanded before going to take a hot
shower.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vani","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Gungsuh;">Coming out of
the bathroom in her bathrobe, she went to the mirror. She smiled as she heard
Homi bustling around in the kitchen, crooning to “Every Breath You Take” now playing
on the stereo, and picked up the kohl to her eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A trickster, a suave gentleman, a hypnotic seductress</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Shuffling the images behind my eyes</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sweeping your bullets under the rug</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Of an ill-mannered dog.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Making me a slave</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Forcing me on my knees</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Kissing the palms that slapped me</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Runny nosed, red-eyed refugee</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The landscape changed while</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Time is a cruel master</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Making me run around in laps</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Letting the baby burn its finger again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The broken bones and open wounds</span></div>
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Priyankeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120697558820857203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320000236217417777.post-84761188898638923262012-09-03T00:42:00.002+05:302012-09-03T02:18:12.295+05:30Red<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">The tales of the past</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I have been to the place where souls go to be reborn,”</span></div>
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ground levels,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And bounce off the
pit in a shower of silver light into the skies.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She laughed her echoing laugh</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I have swum in the deepest lake where the waters are
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She said I could see it all if I flew over on her giant
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She, in her golden skin - unfettered by human robes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As the sun approached us, she had to go</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">The great weight hurtling along</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Tied to the pit of the stomach</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">In the sultry breeze</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">In the twinkling street lights.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">A one way road</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">A four-way crossing</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">And no way back.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Mind slurs as it speaks out</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">"What if?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Contemplating the lonely city</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Through a red film.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Can't undo what's done</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Too late to let go of the chips on the shoulders</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Too proud to confess so</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Too tired to ask if you care</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Too jaded to not know the answer.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Looking for answers at the bottom of the glass,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Swirling the amber liquid around.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">And seeing a caricature instead-</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Of a life lived in foolish earnest</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Of fairytale endings</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">And warped wisdoms.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">A black numbness takes over,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Hello, oblivion.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Your festering wounds</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I navigated without a
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And I left your overpopulated town</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dissappeared into the dark</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Of grey territories.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Just another road sign</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A diversion from the highway</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To the concrete consolation of the grinding gravel</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">From your marshland carnival.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And left behind half a mind.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The rest comes easy.</span></div>
</div>Priyankeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120697558820857203noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320000236217417777.post-76612251910904702912012-06-28T23:48:00.000+05:302012-06-28T23:48:53.736+05:30Margin Love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Back again to haunt</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Me in my territory, you</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Forgot your way around</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My town – melting</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Time and colours.</span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxvjOJoX-UTDbX_RYI8rWe-S9WmVUtUMERmHMc31REAkW0S8YxktU-e_2iQN3Dmygao8edgJy-x1WphAEPOrpZ__e5oh8bRfc2yQlndg4Nb3NHoljsBSVrkU_Yz2z7SH2z80NrdMZQ2CA/s1600/6965117-lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxvjOJoX-UTDbX_RYI8rWe-S9WmVUtUMERmHMc31REAkW0S8YxktU-e_2iQN3Dmygao8edgJy-x1WphAEPOrpZ__e5oh8bRfc2yQlndg4Nb3NHoljsBSVrkU_Yz2z7SH2z80NrdMZQ2CA/s320/6965117-lg.jpg" width="298" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There you are, in the corner</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On the margins, silent.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A dark shadow – melting</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Into nothingness, as I turn</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To look at your features, dissolving</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Into the surroundings.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Against the wall, by the table</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dark bulb overhead, casting light</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ghostly and red – melting</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Into a pool of</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You, stranger.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And stranger.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A warbling rock song, some leather,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Kohl and a seedy bar, and</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You sulking in the corner.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A damp dusk, some garden path</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And a polite exchange of words with</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A shadow already</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Melting into the darkness.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mundane radio alarm</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And blue black is blinding white.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Four unread messages and one missed call.</span></div>
</div>Priyankeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120697558820857203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320000236217417777.post-21459708468709653712012-04-01T00:49:00.000+05:302012-04-01T00:49:38.209+05:30Paradise Lost<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">Night falls and the shadows rise,</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Suspicions crawling out of the holes of consciousness like snakes</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Gnarled thoughts twisting inside the head</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Squeezing sleep from red eyes,</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">As the clock marches merrily on.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">'What ifs' and 'but thens' come out to play,</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">On a stage adorned with poisonous tendrils...</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">And ignorance and innocence long withered,</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Are strewn on the floor, gaily trampled on.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Strange sounds in stranger lands...</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Thoughts hitherto unconceived</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">In Eden’s calm.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Now come hurling through</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Like a storm, a gale</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Piercing the ears like Siren's wail</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">And in its wake leaves behind</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">A paradise lost.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlWzEy4KnbrFf-XIJIAv8pVEjQQKWp9_KEXpUl8C01Uety0LSrlpR-U-h4zOKoGaJ3rDxoCT2g_xCjtTV19YLOuwmNgT2AQTEWPavNKQgTgCo_ydjkbf3fk92aSGxWTBJ3GNmdEFxs5NU/s1600/abstract_art_tokelau_storm_unlit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlWzEy4KnbrFf-XIJIAv8pVEjQQKWp9_KEXpUl8C01Uety0LSrlpR-U-h4zOKoGaJ3rDxoCT2g_xCjtTV19YLOuwmNgT2AQTEWPavNKQgTgCo_ydjkbf3fk92aSGxWTBJ3GNmdEFxs5NU/s400/abstract_art_tokelau_storm_unlit.jpg" width="400" /></a> </div></div>Priyankeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120697558820857203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320000236217417777.post-3776828719615832032011-05-27T00:19:00.000+05:302011-05-27T00:19:02.051+05:30Come Out and Play<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"></span><br />
<div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-CSbjbUAOK81-pX3Laf1hD5bwIb6kWDdLzUrWJgZELGXLMYtyRT_lgxv0jy2RzM7hLboV_OsiuHZXSbJz94XyvpWZtwm3OsLKmOPU6u_-OgtY48T8YiTlehiOQHa08bwhhfNTpXe-fkM/s1600/1122724884ME9fqN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-CSbjbUAOK81-pX3Laf1hD5bwIb6kWDdLzUrWJgZELGXLMYtyRT_lgxv0jy2RzM7hLboV_OsiuHZXSbJz94XyvpWZtwm3OsLKmOPU6u_-OgtY48T8YiTlehiOQHa08bwhhfNTpXe-fkM/s320/1122724884ME9fqN.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="213" /></a></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-CSbjbUAOK81-pX3Laf1hD5bwIb6kWDdLzUrWJgZELGXLMYtyRT_lgxv0jy2RzM7hLboV_OsiuHZXSbJz94XyvpWZtwm3OsLKmOPU6u_-OgtY48T8YiTlehiOQHa08bwhhfNTpXe-fkM/s1600/1122724884ME9fqN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a>Sweet girl, hiding behind the sunshine</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Won't you come out and play?</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The streets are strewn with thousands of broken hearts</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">And the bare windows reflect bare faces</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">But, won't you come out and play?</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Bring your doll and skip on the pavements.</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Run down the lanes and laugh out loud.</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">So what if the puddle flows red</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">And the wind brings poisonous tales of deceit and hate</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Come out of your corner, come out and play.</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">These mannequins walking past have doctored their emotions beyond what once was human.</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Don't be afraid of their serpentine shadows</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Little girl, come out of the eclipse.</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Come out and play.</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Come fill my sky with hope</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Of beauty in a godless world</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Of music in a town gone deaf</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Of diamond dust sparkling up this life so grey and faded.</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">My darling girl, don't be afraid.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-CSbjbUAOK81-pX3Laf1hD5bwIb6kWDdLzUrWJgZELGXLMYtyRT_lgxv0jy2RzM7hLboV_OsiuHZXSbJz94XyvpWZtwm3OsLKmOPU6u_-OgtY48T8YiTlehiOQHa08bwhhfNTpXe-fkM/s1600/1122724884ME9fqN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br />
</a></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Come out and play.</div></div>Priyankeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120697558820857203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320000236217417777.post-8649423494131304372011-01-20T22:11:00.000+05:302011-01-20T22:11:47.984+05:30Yours Sincerely<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">Your worldly banter drowns out your music</div><div class="MsoNormal">You let your glass fill up the gaps in the conversation,</div><div class="MsoNormal">As you twinkle in the smoky haze.</div><div class="MsoNormal">If all the company you need is in this lively room,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Why do you eyes seek out the spaces outside the window?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Oh, fool yourself with all the laughter and the wit-</div><div class="MsoNormal">You always wanted to fit in, yet stand out.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Contradictions you wrestle with when everyone has left.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Interior monologues, so difficult to translate – </div><div class="MsoNormal">Pick up the pen, and lay it down.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Call out to yourself, but he has long passed out.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Your glib mask is starting to stick, my friend.</div><div class="MsoNormal">You woo the world with your boyish charms,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Riding the momentary waves of youth’s beauty</div><div class="MsoNormal">While your true brilliance lies dull and rusting somewhere inside.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Your mirror was always a liar, or did you forget?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I shall hate to be the chronicler of -</div><div class="MsoNormal">A rough diamond in life, and not much different in death.</div></div>Priyankeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120697558820857203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320000236217417777.post-17265847153254245732011-01-07T21:56:00.000+05:302011-01-07T21:56:46.371+05:30Fools<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She never said anything,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He never tried.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cupid sat by twiddling his thumbs-</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Watched them as the flutterings died.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Her heart belonged to someone else,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">His belonged to a dozen or more.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Theirs was an ode to the Grecian Urn-</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The stuff of legend and lore.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And sitting by Cupid, as this cruel infinite gestation witnessed I-</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They danced a merry dance, no tears to cry.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh! The futility of penning down lines about star-crossed lovers-</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">God’s own game of chess divine.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They met, they wished, they parted-</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Landed on their stiff reality, and I on mine.</span></div>Priyankeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120697558820857203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320000236217417777.post-84426261672626571232010-11-11T14:16:00.000+05:302010-11-11T14:16:57.531+05:30Ishq-e-khwaabAur log zikr karte hain humari chehre hi aaj kal<br />
ki nazre giri giri si koi gham mein<br />
aur honthon ke rang utri si kyun rehti hai<br />
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Unhe hum kaise samjhaye<br />
ke har raat khwabon mein aap se mulaqat hoti hai<br />
aur har baar humari rooh ka ek tukda hum chod aate hain nazraana<br />
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Ke ab toh lagne laga hai aaj kal ki humara is duniya mein kam,<br />
uss haseen jahaan mein basera zyada hai.<br />
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Hum kehte nahi kuch inn logon se,<br />
woh jaante hain, aur hum bhi<br />
ki ishq mein fanaa huwe sharabiyon ki koi kami nahi<br />
yaha is maikhaney mein<br />
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Bas do ghoont pi lene do, musafir<br />
phir aap ko apni manzil mubarak<br />
aur hum chal diye uss khoobsurat saaye ki orh...Priyankeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120697558820857203noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320000236217417777.post-6539330948371350082010-10-06T04:01:00.000+05:302010-10-06T04:01:56.902+05:30'Persuasions' Or 'The Wise Paranoid and the Foolish Braveheart'<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Following the movement of clouds<br />
And counting the stars in the sky<br />
Letting the night breeze play with with my hair<br />
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A friendly dog on the street<br />
A handful of melodies from simpler times<br />
Stories woven inside my head of strangers passing by.<br />
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Maybe the search for happiness isn't all that elusive<br />
As we would like to believe.<br />
Tragedy is only that many unshed tears weighing us down,<br />
And joy that many introspections away.<br />
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You bubble-wrap your heart and put it away,<br />
Picking up the pieces later seems more tedious.<br />
Emotionally more pragmatic, you say wisely.<br />
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I nod, and wonder what it would take to make you believe<br />
You can't swim with the dolphins if you don't get your feet wet.<br />
You can't fly among the eagles if you don't spread your wings.<br />
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You may break<br />
And bruise<br />
And tell me that you told me so.<br />
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You know they say it is better to have loved and lost,<br />
Than never to have loved at all.<br />
You say it's a cliche.<br />
I say it's a classic.<br />
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The world is Schrodinger's cat.<br />
Look up possibilities in your dictionary.<br />
Forgive the past, and look the future in the eye.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGsAFL29fqf00UR1wAD-UnmnVz3330VsYqnznBVT2ziDSmEtQwBL7M9hTYVN2LZyOQLh3AlHaUvbAdDBpjdwI4PXeg6AAjs4Ja50pz4S_Ehtcrtw1D47po37rIhErJoClGGRVtUaja-Y1J/s400/IMG_7519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGsAFL29fqf00UR1wAD-UnmnVz3330VsYqnznBVT2ziDSmEtQwBL7M9hTYVN2LZyOQLh3AlHaUvbAdDBpjdwI4PXeg6AAjs4Ja50pz4S_Ehtcrtw1D47po37rIhErJoClGGRVtUaja-Y1J/s320/IMG_7519.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
An awkward poem to convince you<br />
To come out of your nuclear shelter.<br />
<br />
We can battle the modern dragons together,<br />
And break into the corporate castles.<br />
Defeat the plagues and the witches together.<br />
Claim the entire world for our booty.<br />
<br />
Maybe I can be your bubble-wrap instead.<br />
Maybe we can walk off into the beautiful sunset together.</div>Priyankeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120697558820857203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320000236217417777.post-67099953285380195062010-10-03T19:52:00.000+05:302010-10-03T19:52:57.674+05:30On Turning And Returning<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Time travelling in mental highways,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He adorns his past self unselfconsciously</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And not just see it through sepia-tinted glasses.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Unlearning the weary world's diktats,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He rediscovers the happiness of half a myth ago.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The grass has been losing its green over the years,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The crick in the neck thus not pure sentimentalism.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rendered necessary by an age that he did not understand,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Or an age that did not understand the likes of him.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">These journies are conducted everyday behind countless glazed eyes,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The witch Memory assists with her protean charm -</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Wiping out the unnecessary and repressed,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">With as much ease as putting up blow-ups of the happy and peaceful.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Unfortunately, the frequent trips -</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To and fro,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Past and present,</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.longwarjournal.org/threat-matrix/images/clock-time-travel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="260" src="http://www.longwarjournal.org/threat-matrix/images/clock-time-travel.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Come and go,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Live and relive -</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Spoilt the time machine...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And now he hangs in a limbo,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Trapped in his own head.</span>Priyankeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120697558820857203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320000236217417777.post-87282853041920823262010-08-06T13:30:00.000+05:302010-08-06T13:30:18.932+05:30A Song of Promise<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Every night tossing and</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Turning. Into a new leaf.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Falling in love again, </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Swathed by love songs.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Music diluting your face,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs46/i/2009/192/e/2/Writing_Our_Love_Song_by_kawaii_anime_vamp911.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs46/i/2009/192/e/2/Writing_Our_Love_Song_by_kawaii_anime_vamp911.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Forming blurry contours </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Of my perfect lover.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">A few tears of redemption</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And a watery smile of resolution.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Grabbing every skein </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Of long broken promises,</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I’m knitting me anew</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">An old love story.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Tonight I wait for dawn to break.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Tomorrow will be a better day.</div>Priyankeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120697558820857203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320000236217417777.post-26423080300713090282010-07-25T02:42:00.001+05:302010-07-25T02:42:03.520+05:30The Swan Song<meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAdmin%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAdmin%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"></link><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAdmin%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"></link> <m:smallfrac m:val="off"> <m:dispdef> <m:lmargin m:val="0"> <m:rmargin m:val="0"> <m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"> <m:wrapindent m:val="1440"> <m:intlim m:val="subSup"> <m:narylim m:val="undOvr"> </m:narylim></m:intlim> </m:wrapindent><style>
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<div class="MsoPlainText" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Pink smiles and crimson blushes,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Run-of-the-mill songs <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">That evoked virgin emotions,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">The beauty of the shameless sun and the shy clouds -<o:p></o:p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3214/2281505837_1e58de6aea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3214/2281505837_1e58de6aea.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">As they played out their hide-and-seek<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">On the never ending skies.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">That all things move in a circle, <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Is a truth lovers deny<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">In their colorful nights and colored days.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">So what if all good things come to an end,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">unless all things come to a beautiful end?</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>Priyankeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120697558820857203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320000236217417777.post-25440816594433897002010-07-25T02:29:00.000+05:302010-07-25T02:29:17.209+05:30Post Mortem<div style="font-family: inherit;">Spirits hovered over her lifeless body,</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">In much the same way the spirits moved within her</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">During her last minutes.</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Blindingly fast.</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Streaks of light to the lazy eye.</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Coursing the length of her veins</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">As her heart slowed down to a lazy pump.</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">In an upside down manner, she probably saw heaven.</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">The clean slate the gods hand out for every new soul-</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Was, in her case, a case of undecipherable scrawls by the end of it.</div>Priyankeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120697558820857203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320000236217417777.post-38498691320313065252010-07-25T02:21:00.001+05:302010-07-25T02:21:47.697+05:30Business Trip<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAdmin%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAdmin%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"></link><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAdmin%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"></link> <m:smallfrac m:val="off"> <m:dispdef> <m:lmargin m:val="0"> <m:rmargin m:val="0"> <m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"> <m:wrapindent m:val="1440"> <m:intlim m:val="subSup"> <m:narylim m:val="undOvr"> </m:narylim></m:intlim> </m:wrapindent><style>
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</style> </m:defjc></m:rmargin></m:lmargin></m:dispdef></m:smallfrac></div><div class="MsoPlainText">The last abuses of an angry sun fall on the reddish fields<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">Before the pearly moon comes by with its soothing silver.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">And he lies down on the soft earth, <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">Tracing himself in the starry map above.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br />
</div><div class="MsoPlainText">Far away from the faceless urban army.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br />
</div><div class="MsoPlainText">The tiny apartment did not have enough cupboards to contain the monsters anyway.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br />
</div><div class="MsoPlainText">And on rainy nights,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">The metallic smell of guilt seeped in from the cracks.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br />
</div><div class="MsoPlainText">Here, they roam free.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">Tame.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">Without poisonous glands.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br />
</div><div class="MsoPlainText">And as the balmy breeze blew over the smiling face,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">It only carried heady scents of the paths ahead.<o:p></o:p></div>Priyankeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120697558820857203noreply@blogger.com0