Beware and Be aware!

It is not religion that segregates

It is not politics that corrupts

It is not gender that is partial

It is not the caste that divides

Nor Language that mis-communicates 

It is but the narrowness of the human mind that 

That see's segregation in religion

When all rivers flow only towards one ocean!

That requires palms to be greased

When it's for our nation we strive!

That defines your possibilities

When the whole world is equally your stage as is theirs!

That assumes you are privileged

When nature nurtured you the same!

That finds meaning in the meaningless

When all it was meant to, was converse!

It is but the narrowness of human mind that does!!

It is but the narrowness of human mind that does!!

Me and My Insecurities

She is the savoury in my life

She is that uninvited guest that pops up at the perfectly imperfect time

She is the voice in my head that tells otherwise

She is that dress in my closet, that’s too tight

She is that colour of the skin that’s too bright

She is the vulnerable side I try to hide

She becomes those thoughtful words that weren’t mine

She is a louder voice, a bolder idea, the bigger presence, that cooler vibe!

She is this nonexistent better self of mine that exist only in my mind.

Contemplation.

I feel ancient.

Brimming with knowledge of life

Brimming as in completely full and almost overflowing

But not overflowing.

What if overflowing is like infinity that never arrives?

So you go on seeking and seeking

And when the day comes of overflowing

Death arrives.

Is it when death arrives you overflow or

Is it on your overflowing death arrives ??

I wonder!

THOUGHTS

They come to me, knocking, From time to time
You can judge them by their knocks that rhyme
Sometimes violent and the remaining melancholiously muffled
Oh..  at times, they stay a jiffy, like the bloom
Others they get married to you, like the brooding partner along with his gloom
Or the worst, they easily evade you, personified as your temptress love.
Some take the risk to enter, others just flee.

My mind churns and churns
Existing in the void
else trying to channelize the overflow
Skimming the cream, atop
I try sieve the essence in nothing
Or put to rest the essence as nothing
The visits go on and on, from time to time.
As I get acquainted to them
I enjoy molding them into a rhyme!

The Gulmohar Getaways !

THE GULMOHAR GETAWAYS

Well, it was the day when the sun had no mercy on us.

Shone full bright on!!

It was the day when the Breeze was engrossed elsewhere

Summoning storms at her command

It was also the day when I was a miniscule shy of three.

That!! That was the day when fate had its way

And I got acquainted with you!!

You were a paradox of patience, I knew naught, how you grew so?

With rapt attention, Perfect connotation and elaborate explanations.

Along the days.. You made your way

You made your way into the Breezy island of my heart

I knew that day, you were gonna stay!!

You never tire of hearing me wither

About Scandalous School, about terrible teachers!

About faded friends and about the latest love!

You did try to cheer, with parties of may!!

Was glamorous!! By the way..

Now you stay rooted and I oscillating

You are the center I converge too!

My home, My healer, My heart throb

This is to our intricately fleeting rendezvous…

To those transcendental Getaways.

To Gulmohar Getaways.

THEN

In conversation with: the boy who dwells in feasibility of if and when

To the boy who dwells in feasibility of if and when

As adorable as you write

Let’s give a break to that overthinking mind

Untangling this web of possibilities

I sarcastically try to write.

THEN

Every baby born would be equally cherished

The skies would be flooded with shooting stars

The wizarding world is true!! Didn’t you get your letter?

The terrace would be congested and look ugly too

Science and religion won’t be at loggerheads and would conjure miracles methodically

That would be an aesthetically abrupt reply nah!

The population density of India is 457/km²  . FORGET BOTH!!

The illusion of Privacy achieved!

The wind would become partial to humidity and woman.

All the bright and the dark would merge

Better beings in becoming!! Heaven forbid!

The earth would glow

We would be harum- scarum .

You would in reality reap all that you sowed

The world would be a beautifully lazy place.

There would be no crime committed or judgments passed.

There would be no currency to trade.

Our’s is a horribly mismatched one.

Hope this helps !

The dancer and her master!

Ah.. look there she soars
High above, getting caught in the tallest trees
They do shelter her from time to time
But he,
he creates the perfect currents coaxing her out
How could he let her go ?
Whoosh... Sometimes fierce...
Rustle.. Sometimes smooth
He is her Master and she his dancer.

He knows
He know that he holds her string ..
So he blows and she  flow
It's only for his beats she dances
On his waves she sails
Luring many souls
Who in vain try to win over her
But she .. smarter slithers out
Flowing  to that solitary tone of his.
She flows as he blow ..
He blows and she flows ..
Leaving a trail of hearts broken..

For She is an unhinged kite and he her wind ..