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Monday, December 24, 2012

Blade

A shade on her skin was drawn over her well worn face
Her eyes glistened in the sun which was above me

He spit a spit while blathering across the table
While she sat humbled by his intelligence

Her soft skin made him long for a touch
His bristles rubbed against her supple exterior

Come hither into my realm
Where everything is by itself
Where lives are lived
And I will teach you the way
The way of the world that has long been forgotten
Where the grass is still green
And where people still do nothing
And yet their hearts beat deafeningly

It is my paradise
And it is in my head
I know that the exterior will give away
And I know that youth will again be longed for
But this earth breathes a new life each moment
It is my paradise
And I am willing to share it

Monday, November 12, 2012

Shot

It took her a second to see past me
And this was many years ago
With her guy by her side
She said naught to me
But may be she see saw not me
If ever there were reasons to doubt
Her smile would be it
For lights follow her twinkle
And make me smile
And step at the rhythm
There were flakes in her palms
The residue of that which she gave me
An entire life
In one fell word
She will never leave me
The night behind the stars

Monday, October 29, 2012

The Universe

I could see it in her eyes as she stood before me
She was kind and sincere
Fate had brought us together again
But I saw she was ready not...
It ached my heart but what can one do against such forces...?
She drew herself away as I uttered words of farewell
She still retained that slight of her smile
And at that moment, I hoped against reality
That this was not true
That this was not the end
That I would see those eyes again

I said this last night
As I lay awake in bed
Thinking of her
And now the thought knocks at me
Should I call out to her just once more
Or let her stay in my thoughts for today
And for tomorrow...

Friday, October 19, 2012

As goes the sky

Have you heard about that man by the bridge?
He shouted each day
He yelled that the world had left him
All thought of him insane
What would happen if indeed he jumped?
Another life would be lost they said
What would happen to his loving lady then?
Well, she would find someone new after a while eh...
At this thought the skies darkened
A thunder was heard from far away
Took a while to register with them
But when it did
The bridge was not there
Things had passed
As they should have
Oh! I left my clothes in the dryer said one...
Trampling feet went by
The girl stood alone
Before she spotted a lovely red dress in the shop window
A chime rung and a word uttered.

Monday, August 20, 2012

Some basic truths said by a child.

Large eyes popped out from the white clouds that hung overhead.
They gazed at the world below.
All seemed at ease.
And all seemed perfect.
May be all was perfect...

But in a corner of a lonely house sat a lady.
She was young, around 24 years of age.
It was a questionable age, full of confusion and deceit.
She wailed alone in that dark room.
For her sobs could not be heard.
And down he came from the clouds, in the guise of a child.
Tapping her on the shoulder, he startled her.
Noticing only a boy, the girl found comfort in his innocence.
The boy asked the girl, " Who are you? "

The girl did not have an answer.
She did not have an answer, because, when the boy asked that question - she knew that that which is evident was never asked.
The girl was alone because she just completed a marathon, where she fell before the finish line.
The girl was alone because she fell from the sky without a parachute.
She was alone for she had no shoulder to cry on.
She was alone for she had not a reason to wake up each morning.

She had not cried before, because she had not questioned before!

The girl countered the boy with a mundane question.
"Why must we look presentable?"
Boy: "Do we? Hmmm. If you say so."

"Why must I take care of my body? Is it only to please the eyes of the lecherous?"
Boy: "O no! You do it because you believe that inadvertently you will attract suitable beings. You ought to do it, because a healthy body allows a healthy function of the mind."

"Why do we have to earn money?"
Boy: "It is a means to attain that which is desired. It could be food or convenient food, it could be a house or a home, it could be work or a utilised life. Your eyes are yours and your mind is yours."

"Why do we need companions?"
Boy: "That is one question that even I have had trouble with. The thing is, one does not necessarily need companions. But the society has evolved in such a way that after a while, two things happen.

One - you want to come home to somebody, either to fulfill romantic / sexual indulgences or to fulfill emotional holes.
Two - Option one has developed from the fact that after a while, single people find other people - because that is the way of society. So if you have friends right now and if you want to meet them - - it's all good.
But after a while, when they are with their respective companions, you cannot be an odd number in the group, and you cannot ask one to leave the other so that the one can be with you.
It is a sad truth. I also believe that romance and love and fidelity are secondary. The primary is the fact that you need to get yourself a good companion for as long as possible.
It is one of the easiest, and troublesome paths that one must adopt."

"Why must I believe in god?"
Boy: "O that one is simple - one believes because one wants to believe. It is easier to believe than not to believe. Does god exist? How do I know? I just know that the clouds are fabulous."

"Why is there a pursuit of excellence, be it in terms of wealth, power, materialism, intellect or even vanity?"
Boy: "It is the way of the world O wonderful girl. What makes you different, makes you special. With all that we try to shun the without, it is the without that we are a part of. One may keep believing that the individual is superior, but the individual is an individual because he / she is a subset of the whole.
Of course, there are anomalies, and these outliers are the ones that are the true great.
Do you know any of these anomalies? I don't.
The great beings of the past many years have been close to that title, but because they are known, they are not the ones."

"How do I stop crying?"
Boy: " You already have. As soon as your mind is preoccupied with something, sorrow leaves you. "

"Well, yes... you're right! Thank you!!!"
Boy: ""

Know not what you ought to do to become someone you want to.
Do what you feel.
It is a fine balance amongst the ignorant, the intellectuals and the insane.

Torn

Life may leave me any day
I feel it today...
My roads have ended
but my journey still thrills

I remember that smell
Rock and water around me
Life is slipping away
I can feel my breath
And I see I'm not holding on

There is nothing for me here
Except my memories old
Let me take your leave now
My coach has arrived
Farewell

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Crazed

A slice of the cloud
The grey of the water
The slip of the tongue
And the slight in the eye

A step on the tar
And a balance lost!

Cared for now
Cared less then.

Friday, July 13, 2012

Touch me

My life is my own
I do not care for your judgement, dear
Your hair and smell will enchant me always
But your reach shall be beyond my shell
I hold many secrets
As I have breathed many lives
I will forever remain beyond your comprehension
I pray that you do not cry, dear
For there are many moons to see
Times when I look at you
When you dream of me

Rock

We have been here a long time
My brethren and I
We are not for the mortals
Let them shout their praises
Millennia have gone by
And we care not
We stay here
Carved by nature
Vigilant and Immortal

Monday, January 23, 2012

In love of thee

Clench thy hand, thou innocent smile.
Mystery that thou hath hidden
Behind thy dark veil of strands -
Thy own they shalt be.
Pay heed to those who hope for thy love
And stay true to that which thou art
We are but moments for the future that lies ahead
But thou art thy own
And each grain of thy sand gold
Forget not that which is true
For before thou it shalt ever be

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Yes to Dance

'Tis sometimes that a chord interrupts the beat of my heart, and somehow manages to soothe my nerves.
Silly little moments that make me believe in a loved life and an honest existence.
Just to be around a simple person, and listen to a simple song.
To eat a fresh meal in the confines of a home; away from the nuisance of the chores of the day and near the one who makes me forget.
'Tis in hope of this that I live my life, in pursuit of a carefree night, in pursuit of a lazy morning, in hope of love.