Lots of memories lay concealed in this tree and its shade, which stood in the corner of our school. As a 10 year old boy, I climbed and fell down countless times – some an act of dare, some by accident. When the school was rebuilt, 13 years later, the tree is kept as it is, and I couldn’t be happier! It has reached new heights (literally), unlike us though.
“Being a turtle is kind of boring and bland”,
thought I, as I wandered the depths wondering what land’s like,
where everything around was not so blurry and blue,
And if you’re bored you could drop into a pub and have a drink or two.
I swam to the surface where two worlds part into;
I saw something floating near me, finally someone to speak to!
It looked like a jellyfish, so I swam towards it for a closer look
It was a plastic bottle thrown by a human, which for a jellyfish I had mistook.
The bustling wind, a storm of dust
And the skies so dark, as if colluding a plot.
A light drizzle – the monsoon forays over land’s emotions,
Taking me back to where my memories rest.
I see people running across the streets
Looking for cover from the swelling rain;
Alien to the feeling that raindrops bring
Trying to not get wet, although inside drenched in pain.
We see things but we do not truly perceive
I am no visitor to this lane,I walk this road, everyday.
I never before felt the presence, but now I see,
And there in the corner now, I saw this lonely tree…
(to be Contd.)
Beyond the transient horizon, there was a bright red trail,
Getting narrower, as the sun sinks and disappears into the sea
I hear the seagulls cry amid the light salty breeze & sky turning pale
While the shadows flow on the canvas of sand, they’ll never be the same way
They say you can never see the same sea twice
Each time it seems different – is it the water or is it me that has changed?
I long for an evening where I will no longer watch the trail disappear
Gone into nothing, replaced & forgotten, while the sun barely notices or cares..
Getting transferred from Chennai to Bangalore during the monsoon of 2018, the hectic traffic and morning rush of B’lore while commuting in cabs seemed quite tiring. There I come across a himalayan granite, KA-XX XX 2472.
She was beautiful on road and off it. Within months I felt like I knew her in and out, the chain pulling the sprocket felt with every small throttle, a rare bond between a human and a machine. A characteristic throttle lag, unique exhaust sound and her stability made me fall in love with her. Some of my best nights in Bangalore was spent with her. A half-an-hour drive for just cup of tea may sound inane but not with the time I get to spend with her on empty roads, while the city was sleeping.
Although I have another Himalayan now, I still contemplate those nights, and with it, the feeling of cold wind brushing the face amidst that imposing exhaust rumble.
There’s a silence that we all yearn for
There’s a darkness we all seek
Away from this busy place, a vaccum,
A little space is what we all are looking for.
Months & seasons pass unsaid
Marching towards an end so obscure;
While we’re running the race we’ll never complete
With no one to farewell when your time’s deplete.
We long for the silence, a sense of nothingness.
To fall in that dream – the well of unending depth.
Where even a whisper is noise, an oddity
The warmth of absolute calmness, an empty silence…
The sun rose with such terrifying suddenness;
The day seemed normal, clear and humid.
But why does it feel like time’s marching too fast?
Is it just me, or is there anyone else so aghast?
Trees shedding leaves, welcome our troubled faces
They remind me, oh, how the seasons pass by
Every single year, every winter season,
They welcome these students, lost in rumination
I took many pens- a gel, a ball, and two pilots
Praying to god, “Please, let there be a question on millets”
So begins the ordeal of UPSC Mains,
The riddle of headaches and god knows, how many other pains.
Don’t you hate it when within days of updating an app, it turns obsolete and we are forced to update as if there is a significant change in its utility?
Things have changed today from yesterday
Yet the eyes barely notice a difference
Habitus exerts it’s coercion, a nudge
But I refuse to give in to the force and budge.
I’m thinking & worried at the pace things change
Yesterday did not seem so bad or strange
I know in time, I’ll give in to this coercion
But for now I don’t want an update, so ‘No Thanks!’
Chilling night, lit by pyres burning everywhere,
Ears flooded with cries of the helpless that went unheard
Pavements surrounded with corpses and despair
Praying, begging, crying just for a gasp of air….
Waiting their turn to burn their loved ones
To bid farewell and apologise
For denying them the dignity that every being deserves
For the moments of suffering they endured, struggling for a breath.
It’s all over now, but the ground under is slipping
The uncertainty of life or even a dignified death, is frightening.
It’s become a privilege in these times to have someone near
When you leave this world, bidding goodbye to this inferno and fear.