12 March 2014

13 February 2014

Banished




I see the seven colours hovering in the sky, flying free.
The surroundings are muted because of all the sudden surge of colours and chaos
But it was short-lived this merry making
When freedom becomes disenchanted,
And dignity seized away:
Love reigns inside.
How can one patrol our desires?
Fury seethes inside and tears away, 
Caustic reactions aplomb -
The war has begun now.
Colours cannot be controlled.
Desires rush to the fore.
We love with all force.
We will love all the more.

10 December 2013

The Yellow Window




Suddenly Ibrahim's eyes notice the glass-walled lone room inside that crowded house full of people and children. Strangely, the room was left undisturbed by all the chaos around it. Through the glass wall he could clearly see the deep blue of the sea against the yellow of the large Russian carved window frame and the waviness of the splashing water, contoured by the deep green leaves of the large Mahua tree.  Ibrahim at that moment was unsure whether he was dreaming. The noise around him suddenly became inaudible, he moved cautiously towards the enticing window lest he might wake up from his reverie. The room, he noticed only then, was some kind of a drawing room, small and lowly lit and perhaps thus lonely. He left the cake he was carrying on the centre table and sat by the window taking in the exquisiteness of the place and the calmness of the room accessorised by the sounds of the wave and the whispers of the leaves. He tried to look out of the window when to his further amazement he saw numerous fishes swimming on the very edge of the sea. He wanted to go out immediately to feel the air. For the time being, he opened the glass window and let himself sink into the tumultuous emotions that the sea let erupt inside him, bursting forth with all energy and making him come alive. 

...to be contd

Photo CourtesyCelarain-Lighthouse-Cozumel-Mexico at www.allposters.com

30 November 2013

Sand, Sea Shells, Foam, Blue

Of all the intersecting lines in the sand
I routed a labyrinth to your lap.
I never used a map sliding off the land
On an incidental tide,
And along the way you know, they try
They try.

The Shins





An Unicorn in my Dream




























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Little 'Neel'










15 October 2013

30 September 2013

The Aberrant's Wish


The rains lashed - sudden and unpredictable. Erratic and unsolemn. Ibrahim's fragile and fresh one and a half month old seedling of basil has been braving the unannounced changes in the weather with much aplomb. Such is life for everyone - to struggle incessantly against unpredicted odds. He laughs off the accidental irony of his circular thoughts. After eons, he sat down to think aloud. Reflecting on the changes that his life meanwhile underwent. Effusive changes just like the ones which his favourite company of the moment, the basil, endured. How short-lived the months that had gone by felt like! After that day among the bougainvillea, the direction of his wayward life had taken further surprising turns. Which ultimately resulted him in moving into three different living spaces, adjusting to diverse environments and situations and succumbing to various sets of routines. 

The incondite sentences that he was pouring generously into his invisible journal failed to keep up with his prolificness. They finally evaporated into tittling nothingness.

.... to be contd.

24 September 2013