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.

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

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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.

What a "Deep-Sea Military Adventure"! (And an even better misleading title of an unintended post)

1. I don't quite know what I am yet. I've tried flipping coins, listening exclusively to french crooners, I've even had a brief hat phase but nothing stuck.
2. - Oliver Tate in Submarine (2010, Richard Ayoade)
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Guai?

The lanes were getting narrow, the shadows starting to loom.

Bougainvillea never had it so good. Ibrahim did not know what to expect, nor was he trying to expect any. He kept on walking. The tunes changed with every turn. Now, this was getting bizarre. How come this was so abrupt yet ever ending! So assured was he of the conclusion that he was no longer concerned with the closure anymore. It was the journey he was geared up for. The wilderness and the wantonness with which the bougainvillea grew, flanking him on both end, made him feel secure, though strangely. May be it was because he was out of doors, in the open land, after a relatively long time. He was getting tired of lurking you see. But from whom? We are yet to see, of course. But yes, all this naturaleza was doing him good, or so he liked to believe. But, he knew that the journey has not begun yet, not in real. No, not yet. Only he was out, finally.


.... to be continued.

Winds

The winds,

The troubled winds billow,

Once again.

Now another aroma of a stranger's breath

Fills the void.

I know-

Temporal peace it is;

ever restrictive.

Have to swallow the desire with the rest.

The graveyard is getting smaller with each winter and spring,

The mound of the delectable fallacies are tolling,

High

Too high.

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TRANSIT

Meet the newest members of my family-- Introducing Jules and Jim.

And they were not the only ones to keep me busy, though. These brats (yes, absolute brats) are getting naughtier by the day. Just to kill your curiosity, no I'm not a cat person at all. I am more of a dog lover and I'm blessed with my Lucky (I named him after that Golden Retriever in the movie My Ghost Dog). He celebrated his tenth birthday this year.

How days just run so real fast. My results were declared, the formalities followed and before I knew, I'd my tickets booked for my journey to the capital, New Delhi. Between movies and music and frequent trips to the nearest city, to filling up countless forms in myriad offices and formats, the days just kept on getting thawed. Many snippets were written and forgotten, paragraphs torn and forlorn.

I'm leaving tomorrow and there are only mixed emotions and feelings. Jules and Jim had been keeping me busy, it is so amazing to see them growing up, playing with each other and their awareness and curiosity which simply gets better and better, may be because of the varied life-cycles, but they grow up and learn faster and better(or so I feel).

A new phase begins and I don't know what is stored for me next. This unpredictability I think, is the one thing that makes life what it is. Till the next part in the sequence of my life kick starts I guess, I'll be more absent here, at least in writing, the reading (of your blogs) will continue though with gaps in between. Leaving home means leaving a lot of things behind but I believe, the biggest discoveries await our next travel back home. Between the somewhat tranquil parts to the city buzz, a milion sweltering changes breed and sometimes, a little un-introspection(or precisely, a post poned introspection) can do one no harm.

I'm ready, ready for it all.

Till then, a hearty time to everyone.

A Tribute to "Failed Feelings"

This is exactly the fate of emotions when they run too high- they spill over. How to gather up and unwrap these feelings (treasured and kept in custody for so long) which are too accustomed to the darker corners ?

The fire that fed these feelings was thriving on the leftover heat but it was bound to get cold, like most other living things. The irony is that every time when she thought that the evening was about to give way to the dark night(at last), there arrived a singular note that would be enough to keep the fire of hope burning and let her continue with her dreams. But the one who should have felt the underpinnings of these hidden admiration failed to see through even after she had tried every possible way to make the emotions legible but this seemed to be one feat utterly impossible to be accomplished. She never knew she was so hard to read.

She has been always left ashore.

Life is simple if seen from one undisturbed angle, we make it complex and unruly, it seems. Her fault lies in the fact that she lives in a hyped world of her own where everything is so happy: happy thoughts, happy faces, happy dreams, fulfilled feelings. But the reality is severely simple. This note written as a tribute to her failed feelings (failed because it never saw the light of the day, failed because it means nothing to anybody, failed because she had no right to feel them, anyways) will be drifted away in the saline river of tears, may be. The words will get blurred but she is happy to see that other people are getting more reasons to smile and be happy. A part of her world thus survives with the collective collusion of other's happy sides. Not everyone is required to end up like her.

A banished angel treading on the path smeared with the blood of her own failed feelings that were never understood.