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Thursday, March 26, 2015

WHY ONE LIFE UNLIKE DRESSES?








Why love matters?
For smile and mirth?
After a long day
it's like a dew drop...

Why one life
unlike dresses?
As *Sylvia wondered,
I too wonder...

Why one heart?
Which when breaks
just breaks, and
heals leaving cracks...

Why do we hurt
dearest, not so dearest?
When they cry
can I be unbothered?

Why not smile
overlook wiles?
When just one life
unlike dresses?


*Sylvia Plath (/plæθ/; October 27, 1932 – February 11, 1963) was an American poet, novelist, and short-story writer. Born in Boston, Massachusetts, she studied at Smith College and Newnham College at the University of Cambridge, before receiving acclaim as a poet and writer. She married fellow poet Ted Hughes in 1956; they lived together in the United States and then England, and had two children, Frieda and Nicholas. Plath suffered from depression for much of her adult life, and in 1963 she committed suicide. Controversy continues to surround the events of her life and death, as well as her writing and legacy.
Plath is credited with advancing the genre of confessional poetry and is best known for her two published collections, The Colossus and Other Poems and Ariel. In 1982, she won a posthumous Pulitzer Prize for The Collected Poems. She also wrote The Bell Jar, a semi-autobiographical novel published shortly before her death. (source- WIKIPEDIA)


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Tuesday, February 03, 2015

LIGHT.....



Me,
My aloneness,
Reminiscing and unwinding,
When you drop by,
Suddenly, yellow and orange, bright.
Filling my melancholy with pleasant light.
Each corner of my heart, its core, inundated.
With love, thoughts, dancing dust particles, cajoling warmth.
Time I converse with my childhood, and my adulthood.
I drink with coffee, this moment, the sugar you know..

The horizon, the vastness of it, mesmerizing, the never ending .
And my heart, the numerous doors, open and closed.
Time and sunshine, when merge with my aloneness,
Can there be a moment more apt?
The light I need to untwine,
The umpteen knots and search,
My soul, the void,
The white lies,
My aloneness,
Me...



Tuesday, December 16, 2014

THE DEMON LURKS....



Somewhere,
behind that curtain,
under the table,
in the park,
near the swing,
he lurks.
The demon lurks.

Somewhere,
when you are alone,
Or with your friends,
playing with clay,
making a sand castle,
he lurks.
The demon lurks.

Somewhere,
baby when you are singing,
baby when you are dancing,
painting your dreams,
counting the stars,
he lurks.
The demon lurks.

Sometimes,
bond that we share,
breaks suddenly,
unanticipatedly,
cruelly,
baby, he laughs.
The demon laughs.

Sometimes,
even God wonders,
"When, how and why?
Who are these demons?
Lurking and killing,
innocence and dreams?
Bringing tears to my eyes?
My heart bleeds and cries..."

Sunday, September 14, 2014

THE SHOPPING MALL.... ☺


In the hustle and bustle
around me, within me,
sometimes, it frightens the
fragile and tumultuous 'me'.

The made-up faces,
the plastic smiles,
a faceless crowd,
miles after miles.

Yes,
the same eyeliners,
the same dresses,
identically decked up
with straightened tresses.

Some silent whispers,
a couple holding hands,
an arguing couple,
spending thousands.

I rather enjoy
my coffee at the stall,
watching the circus
at the shopping mall.

The made-up faces,
the plastic smiles,
a faceless crowd,
miles after miles.

Friday, September 05, 2014

POORNIMA / पूर्णिमा



On a full moon night,
my soul wants to bathe in light.
Don't play hide and seek.......


अंतर प्यासा,
अंजुली भर चाँद.
ओट में तुम ?





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Tuesday, September 02, 2014

WORDS.....



Let them remain where they are,
in heart or in mind, wherever they are.
The unspoken words, the mysterious.
Or the spoken ones, the obvious.
Life is also about rain and the evening-star...





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Tuesday, August 05, 2014

WHEN IT RAINS, IT POURS.....



Throw challenges at me,
throw nastiness at me,
I know, when it rains, it pours,
I'll merge them with my daily chores.
Life, for a moment, feel the rain with me.....





Friday, July 04, 2014

I AM ALL HEART...



I'm neither sinless nor manipulative,
I'm all heart, never ever insensitive,
love me or hate me,
if possible, walk with me.
Nothing wrong in being a little possessive.....








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text by Aparna Bose

Thursday, May 29, 2014

LOVE LIBERATES....



Just reading her, just listening to her teaches you so much... I do not know about others but whenever I read her quotes or come across a piece of composition by her I can not help but wonder, how accurately it resonates with me !! That is the power , the beauty of her words, simple yet so powerful, each and every word. No wonder she has been and continues to remain an inspiration to many ,men and women alike..I love you Maya Angelou. Yes, love liberates...


“Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.”
― Maya Angelou...

Rest in Paradise angel.... and forever in my heart..... You are and will remain one of my favourite windows to the world of writing..





(Winfrey released a statement Wednesday calling Angelou her mentor, "mother/sister" and friend.
"She was there for me always, guiding me through some of the most important years of my life. The world knows her as a poet but at the heart of her, she was a teacher. 'When you learn, teach. When you get, give' is one of my best lessons from her," Winfrey said.
"But what stands out to me most about Maya Angelou is not what she has done or written or spoken, it's how she lived her life. She moved through the world with unshakeable calm, confidence and a fierce grace. I loved her and I know she loved me. I will profoundly miss her. She will always be the rainbow in my clouds.")

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

ALONENESS... :)









Rainkissed black coffee,
memories and the moments,
drizzling aloneness....

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL DAY....







The many words which throughout the day,
I weave, hoping to share with you.
By dusk,half of the 'many words'
seem irrelevant.
By night, half remain
misconstrued.
What we both understand
are the 'never
spoken' words,
which you thought and I devoured.....
......Yes, this includes the sweetest 
and the bitterest,
also the heard
and the listened.
By morning we forget
half of the littlest,
and soon it is 
another beautiful day.




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Thursday, May 01, 2014

HEART....




You've been everything,
timorous, pompous, spendthrift.
Yet you are my heart......







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Wednesday, April 30, 2014

TRUE LIES...



I do not hate you.
Just abhor umpteen true lies,
nimbus sans droplets.........






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Tuesday, April 29, 2014

HARBINGER...



Canvas looks empty.
Harbinger, bring your rainbow,
downpour will follow..........











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COUNTERPART....





Yearnings when afar,
explainable, as you are
my soul's counterpart












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Monday, April 28, 2014

MY HELMSMAN



All along you've been
within me, my gut feeling.
You are my helmsman....

Thursday, April 24, 2014

MY IMPERFECTIONS....


My imperfections,
told, untold, known and unknown,
make me so complete...






My answer, always,
"I take each day as it comes."
Never the right one..






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Friday, January 31, 2014

THE PEN ON PAPER....








The pen on paper
echoing the unconscious
or the subconscious
etches all
that is me
the longings
and willingness
the spirited
the bohemian

The pen on paper
etches all
that is not me
but craves to be
composing and editing
thousands of dreams
in several hundred
seconds and minutes

The pen on paper
changes all
that was
or is or will be
as if
I were not me
but a magician
and the pen !
a magic wand....





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Thursday, January 02, 2014

MEANINGLESS NOTHINGS........



When I scribble
meaningless nothings
the words speak to me
meaning a world




When I write
a flawless, metered something
it becomes poetry
often meaning nothing






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Saturday, December 21, 2013

MANIPULATIVE.....



Sometimes, heart reads mind,
acts naive, as if knows nothing.
Manipulative !!

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