Wednesday, January 30, 2013

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taking all in
smell of fresh books
sweet love

4-4-2 pattern

Sunday, January 20, 2013

The Happy Moment!

The Sun curled up in
The blanket of the night sky
While I chased my dreams.

While I chased my dreams
Peeped through the cosy cocoon
It showcased the stars

It showcased the stars
Offered me a hand of faith
The world watched in awe.

The world watched in awe
While the Sun planted a kiss
On the night sky's cheek.

And the happy moment came to me again!
The second journal which published two of my poems - Two and Singular and These Rains, arrived yesterday. Its launch took place today and luckily the venue was near my place. To say that it was an incredible moment, would be an understatement. I was almost in tears to see my mother and my best friend so proud as I walked towards the stage. I couldn't have asked for more.

No wait!

I also got my book signed by Irshad Kamil, a very renowned poet and lyricist. Ah! What a struggle it was but I would't have missed the chance in any case. :)

So now, I couldn't have asked for more.


The haiku has been written for: Haiku Heights - Prompt of the week is 'Dusk'.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Keep Calm and Hakuna Matata.

Now that I'm through with my semester exams, I should optimally utilize the three-four days that I have. Yes, we don't get any semester break.


Here is the plan of action:

  • Start exercising.
  • Shop online.
  • Snuggle more in the cozy blanket as winter has begun retreating.
  • Learn new words.
  • Clean the room. And bury every trace of course books somewhere deep.
  • Enjoy being idol and remember the days I dearly wished I'd nothing to do except relax.
  • And lastly, dance with a straight face.

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Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Familiar Smile.

No silent kisses for me
No perpetual dismay here
This void is filled with mesmerism
Of mature beliefs and warmth of the winter sun
I love sunshine, today
The silly shadow art that we make
I love the kiss on the forehead
Because this is mesmerism
And because its a wonderful world
So again, no perpetual dismay
As now is the time
To paint the white roses red,
Just how Alice suggests
To be the love more than I can take
And to flash the familiar, buoyant smile
Beneath this gorgeous white crust
Erasing all the ugly things said
And the thick dark rust.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

A Shame.

The veins have become achingly black and numb. The pain in the mind as well as in the soul is desperately hunting down a way to vent it out. This air that I breathe, that I'm taking in involuntarily, brings along the cries of those two withered souls. It brings along the whispers of those who were nothing but thick-skinned mute spectators,  who stood there, right there in front of them and indulged in extended conversations instead of covering the victims with a piece of cloth. Of the three PCR vans which were busy fighting over the jurisdiction for the case while they both lay in a pool of blood, on a chilly winter night. And above all, of those who are but demons in guise of men and who have wrenched the mind of every citizen with their gruesome and heart-aching act.

All such people, everyone, not just the accused, have blotted the term 'humanity' for me and for us. They have ruptured the small, little, tiny yet strong assumption which we had that 'we walk among respectable people and that the society wouldn't eat us alive'. They have ruptured it oh so badly.

It's such a shame.

Goosebumps? Ah..they have become a settled part now. The appalled and frightful look is losing its shade and sadly turning into an expressionless dead face. A face which is an overt portrayal of shame and disgust. An expression of helplessness which perhaps every woman in my country is wearing right now.

And yes, in the end, it is the society which has died. The beliefs. The values. The perception. The patriarchal norms. The blame-the-girl looks. The look-down-upon-her behavior. Everything! Everything has been crushed to death, along with that young brave girl. Because this time, it is so not about just that one girl. This time it is not like change-the-news-channel-and-move-on-with-your-lives. This time, it is about me, you, your sister, your wife, your mother and your daughter.

As this time, the nation cried!