All that came...

Longing for days

No it did not come

Yearning for months

Still no sign

It should have arrived

Arrived few eons ago

Arrived when it was needed the most

Arrived when there were cascades flowing

Arrived when a twinge became a throb

Arrived when the soul was starving

Arrived when it became qualm

Arrived when it screeched

When it was tore apart

When it was looking for a shade

When it was burned downright

When it clasped and clinched

When it grasped and gripped

When it was meek and gentle

When it was drained and drowsy

But it did not come

For ages it hasn't

It may not come now

Or come all void

Oh look there it comes

Hails in all its grandeur

A tree did not die in vain

As it participates in its splendor

The hands that made it

So wise and noble

The eyes that envisioned it

So moist and heavy

It reached here safely

Did not get lost on its way

A kiss in a box

Is all that came…

Evanescence

The twinkle in the eyes

The sparkle in the smile

The warmth all around

Poof!!!

The shyness

The strangeness

The weird demeanor

Poof!!!

The jokes so funny

The talks still running

The teeth so white

Poof!!!

The coldness

The anger

The subtle satire

Poof!!!

The nudge

The poke

The tap

Poof!!!

The tease

The smirk

The glance

Poof!!!

The love

The hate

Life

There it is… Poof!!!

Inevitable

Chains around the flesh

Sure you can’t see

Wounds are so fresh

Sure you can’t feel

Light is burning bright

With darkness smeared around

Nothing puts up a fight

Nothing can be found

A glimpse materializes

And vanishes in a jiffy

A trance actualizes

And cracks instantly

Raindrops are dry

And the sun is so cold

Still is the cry

Anima on a mould

A nip here

A slit there

A nick here

A stab there

Nothing came gushing

Nothing trickled down

The cave though is flooding

Flooding with all that’s brown

Shining whites suddenly appear

And they are here to stay

No they won’t disappear

Rest they just may

Chains will keep clunking

Wounds will go deep

Chains I will cast away

Wounds I shall keep

Here we go again...

I am back!!

Yes, I was missing for the longest time but I have decided to make a reappearance on my blog.

So whats new?? Well, I realized that I had almost stopped reading ever since I took up a job. That realization made my head spin... and here I am, a month from discovering that horror truth having finished three books.

Ahh.. what a heavenly feeling. Well, I should tell you guys that I have recently completed a trilogy called the Hunger Games. A close friend of mine had suggested this series and trust me I shall never ignore his suggestions in the future. The books are extremely well written and are a page turner.

I don't want to  say anything more 'cause I am afraid if I start it will be very difficult to stop talking about these books. Lemme just tell you guys one thing - the books are so good that I couldn't stop thinking about them days after I finished them. So just go and grab a copy and let the books speak for themselves.

Today I shall start reading the last book of Inheritance series, by Christopher Paolini. I am not particularly a huge fan of this series. But since I have read the first three books, it is only fair to complete the series. I shall keep you all updated on how the book turns out. Till then,

"Let the Hunger Games begin."

.....

Sitting across the road

There are beings of a kind

They have a lot to say

A lot... For every passer-by

It might be a necklace

Or just a simple ring

It could be the attire

Or just some skin

Everything belongs to them

Everything they own

Nothing can miss their eyes

Nothing... Oh no...

They can leap forward

Or just pull the stuff away

They are what they are

Looking for a prey

They might be a handful

But allowed to simply rule

Someone spoke against them

Oh what a fool

You can’t feel safe

No not in your own skin

For they have a right on you

At least they think they do

No one dare stop them

No one can utter a cry

They’ll leer and bite

And ogle and tear

You can shout

You can plea

Even raise a cry

Try all you want

Oh go ahead please try

But let me give a little hint

How dare you frown

When they called you names

How dare you this

How dare you that

How dare you that

How dare you this

How... How... How...

This is all you’ll get

Be it a stranger or

Someone you know

Disguise is what you have

Something that’ll stay

This is what we've come to

This is what is human

If this is what is human

I am happy what I am

I am no man

Nor a woman either

No not an animal

Not a bird too

But I am here

Oh yes I am

You can’t see me

Can’t feel me either

But I am still here

Here to hunt you down

You won’t thrive now

I’ll burn you down

I’ll scrape every inch of you

You can’t run

Oh no not now...

What is it, anyway?

My mom often tells me to be careful on the road, to not talk to strangers, to travel safely etc etc etc... To cut it all short - I need to be on a constant lookout in order to remain safe. But the Mangalore air crash made me wonder, if there is actually called safety? You can do everything right, avoid every risk, plan everything discretely, but still death seems inevitable.

Death wins were we hopelessly loose. It takes on innumerable disguises to lure us into the 'other world'. Many fools time and again have tried to conquer death, but all in vain. But what I want to know is are we really alive before we die? most of us wake up everyday and follow the same routine throughout our life. We are so busy hating our bosses, neighbors, family that we have forgotten to love ourselves.

SO I personally feel that rather than hoping to escape death, one should accept it. Only then can you live in peace. From now on - Stop worrying about the end and live the passage that leads to the same.

Breaking Away...

It was a formal party

I entered wearing a suit

When looked across the room

I found people were so mute

There were no smiles

No tears were there either

Suddenly my phone rang

I picked it up and laughed

Laughed and howled

And howled and laughed

All the eyes turned towards me

I was like a devil in disguise

I saw anger in their eyes

I swear it was rage

I also saw some fear

They couldn’t hold their gaze

I opened my mouth to speak

And said

I am not mad, are you???

That is not the way it is

This is not a way to be

To laugh and to be merry

Is a kind of a catastrophe

Medusa had the last laugh

Nobody laughed since then

She was a witch so that is that

No one can claim that again

If you do you’ll have to burned

But you can tickle yourself free

If not Medusa then Meera be

Because either has to be the case

For ‘learned men’ for ages now

Have propagated this maze

Being any one gives the liberty

To laugh like someone possessed

As otherwise it is just you and me

You and me at our best

But I am not mad, are you???

I am no witch not even a saint

Though I like Krishna and even snakes

Because he is a God I like him not

But it seems he simply lived his life

Remember I say ‘like’ not worship

Because that is exactly what I imply

I am just me and no one else

And I sure like to chuckle

I roar and shriek and scream and howl

I snort and grin and burst and guffaw

I care not whose eyes curse me

I care not that I am no man

I am a woman both in and out

I am a woman and I still dare

Cast away this cliché you freak

Categorising us into – the old and new

Again I open my mouth to speak

Again I say

I am not mad, are you???