Happy Umbrella

Stacked away in a bitter casket,

Dust, drool, and insect drops,

Slept under it my nylon sheath.

Oh you mighty Earth, I screamed,

Would you let my beholder unleash,

And free me from captivity.

Dark and dingy,

Crumbled up into a bare stick.

I was born to see light,

I was made to smell gushing wind,

I was bent to shield rain,

I was clothed to embrace snow.

I empathize with the ghastly unknown,

Also, my apathies to its wildering confusions.

It’s just a little too morbid,

I wallow my content.

One is made to embrace beauty,

Soak in colour and lust.

I hear a loud thunder,

I see skies burn,

I feel the chills,

The browny rusty lid is torn apart.

Cold, wet, shivery grip,

Jolts my web into the open.

With it the worm layer flies.

Out of the box,

I wonder,

Only this being reality,

Strikes me hard,

Yet I am a contented soul,

Yet I am a parasol,

And now I am a happy umbrella.

Random morning blues....

*as simple as my dreamy self can get*

Open your twinkling pair,
Open it to the dark-light,
Glumy awakening,
To the Sunrise so flamboyant.

Fan spinning overhead,
Whispers of crocodile dozing,
Cuddling up tight inside a rusty,
Old, warm, grandma rug.

One can only completely,
Fudge with reality,
The guilt sounds in the head,
Kicks up the spark.

Wake up to face,
A day, a full clock,
Light through dusk,
Live it, love it, drown in it.

*PS: trying out my NEW app from my NEW phone. Heeeeee :-)*

Her...!!!

*new, similar to something sooo inspiring, inspired..!!!*

watch her lean onto a sheet,

ink it deep with blood red clots.

she'll tell you in her own

crazy way, how love works.

her heart breaths salty air,

a violin string breaks a note,

and you can hear a drum beat at her feat.

she'll write to make you smile,

she'll write to make you cry,

but when you read,

you can only hear her sing,

a tune that defines your being 

in her soul.

your life in her blood.

kiss her gently,

you'll feel a sea breeze brush,

onto a piano which amps those heart beats,

into a plunge of an electric guitar.

she just writes to satisfy her daily walk,

yet she knows,

its more, more than just that walk.

answers to those unstable,

hard, confusing, twisted times,

so unknown, yet so alive and true. 

Reason for my being...!!

*Its Mother's day!!! Many of you might say, this is such a cliché, you don't need a day to celebrate this divine relationship. More so ever, of all the days, one showers the unseen love that never was heard of before.

I am sure social networks are filled with such entries, arguments, clashes, etc. Like no other entertainment ever existed, such matters are dealt with utmost interest and ones frustration is poured out into meaningless comments after comments, and likes..!!!

Perceptions sure do vary... mine go as follows:

Yes, you don't need a separate day to tell your amma that you love her, you can do that every day... But, do you... Do you go upto her every morning, kiss her cheek, hug her and tell her "Amma, I love you"..??? If you do, HATS OFF. I know I don't, that does not mean I love her less. A day like this is set aside so that, you out of your busy schedule can pick some time out, and do all that you need to, go out of your way, make it special, make her smile, make her laugh. She deserves the best, her love knows no boundaries. So, professing your love to her on this day is not a crime, its not like you hate her rest of the days. Go ahead... MAKE HER FEEL SPECIAL... she has not done any less to make YOU feel special*

Do I tell you or show you?!

I opened my clueless eyes,

To look into your teary, glassy, happy pair.

You were my first touch,

I griped my tiny little fingers around yours.

You were my first trust,

I clenched onto your chest while you kissed my forehead.

The fear of new chattering sounds,

New amalgam of odors, new glee faces,

A world so intense,

I shriek…

You touch,

I smile…!!

The beauty, the awe…

Nail biting restlessness to serenity!

Transitions after transitions,

This journey has taken a toll,

Crawling to walking to jumping to running,

You only smiled and said,

“there, there; how wonderful you are”

Every dangerous enthralling leap,

I looked behind,

Searching for a relentless second thought,

There you were,

Pushing the limits,

As strong as ever,

With a heart that never skipped a blessing!

You laughed,

At my every silly mumble,

You fought,

With my crazy mind dwellings,

And then..

When I tear’d up,

You cried along.!

Your love can stop my heart,

And restart it.

You walked into my boneyard,

And it turned into Arcadia.

The entire endless universe,

Shall end when u hold me tight.

Now, tell me,

Do I tell you or show you?!

Words seem to fail,

Fingers shiver,

Silly me, yet I sit to write.

Nothing seems enough,

So,

I shall only smile at you,

And say “I love you”!!!

Its a Circle...!!

Where does it start,
where does it end?
I am in a sphere,
made of infinite dwindling dots!

the insane vehicle,
I ride sees no turns,
twirls around circular path,
hits confusing bumps,
gives forever hopes after.
the speed breakers,
snatch my heart,
and throws it back to my face!

I smell burning rubber,
tire slides, breaks fail,
engine runs out!
and the service center,
SIGH! far out of sight!

Impeccable scenes at each point,
but only a never ending fire path!
Now, my favorite vehicle,
runs out, dies, drains blood'nd petrol!
I see myself still sinking,
Running around in circles.
Do I now own another?
Or enter a different obscure dimension.?

A ducati stares my way,
can I let go of my dead Harley?
Oh! what can a machine do,
but construct unpromising circles!!!

Not another travel,
not another painful journey!
I shall now walk alone,
the Velvet, amorphous path!!

DROWNED

I take a leap every night,
to feel my blood turn,
Charred scarlet ice.

Lamest of all,

Tragedy of happiness,

Death in itself,

Rewarding abandoned beauty.

The life, the joy,

Soaked to the labyrinth of root.

Gravity with no effect of buoyancy,

Attracts the most stable form.

Slowly captivating every inch,

The love based asphyxiation.

Heart soo nimble,

Pumping exhumation of blood.

Filled with exasperating emotions of affection,

Still feeling helpless.

I can see the bright,

Preferring the dark,

Feels right.

Teary, glassy and empty eye,

Throbbing head,

 Moving limbs seek no direction.

Slowly seeps in the sweetest form of nature,

Absorbs the sweaty creature,

Fills the pounding parts,

Waits until I respond to every torture,

Produced with utmost love

And slowly I subjugate,

Its mastery wins over my slavery.

Airport Sickness - I HAVE TO GO

As devastating as it seemed,

The wait that never was a dream,

But the mundanenistic – titillating twinkling path,

Curvy notions of wilderness,

Cloaked by modernism.

“Professionals” they claim,

Jenny bangs a stud at 100kbps!

Concocting lamest of the stories....

Sticking to the rationalistic, generalization of Poets???

Well, I beg to differ,

For I ink what my twinkling pair perceive.

Vast expanse of shimmering light,

Even when darkness follows the idealistic end.

Faces so gay, faces so weary,

Faces so in love, faces so in despair,

Faces waiting for the same!

And my hand wants to grab him..!!

HAHA! Randomness,

‘coz my fearless-shy soul,

Looked into his!

Cat in a box!

Rides the pram with a disgruntled kid!

OH! How mean,

Old man and your teen wife!

“Don’t be afraid of getting old, life is full of joy”

Coincides in harmony.

I can’t help but spurt out a short loud laugh!

Indianism of 10,

75% being children!

Intrigued and amused,

Loudness interferes and challenges,

Serenity of Starbucks!

I almost lost my purpose,

I wondered, I smiled, I frowned,

But never WAITED the WAIT!

Boredom though brewed with my latte,

Sought to ponder the happenings!

In solitude again,

I see him,

My hands ache again,

Heart cries out, eye speaks,

Seconds move on!

But why is my stomach home for millions of butterflies, GUILT?..!

I am free to watch, admire, crush,

What is holding me in the spot?

A mesh full of holes,

Yet so opaque!

SPACE OUT, WOMAN LOOK....

I spear my vision one more time,

Find myself in the fake light.

Its awe-striking, destinations promised,

The end I look at,

Is so confusingly manhandled!

Ah, a glimpse of home,

Exciting tourists flashing artificial eyes,

Capturing the land of pick-up and drop,

Literally in the air!

Ah! The feeling of home!

I smile one more time!

So close,

I refuse to leave,

Lessons of freedom being detached,

The rules drifting me apart!

Walk of fame,

Along the glorious path of exit!

This cannot be the end,

Or can it!?!

Like always the end is never the end!

He lingers on and so will this!

ARGHH, My purpose.... lost again!

I have to go now,

Like, have to have to.

Let myself float above ground,

Free my existence,

Believe in the devil, reality.

Hope to fall down,

Through the misty, enchanting,

Shivery, chilled, land of the passed on,

To seek my end!

Scared of the sharpness in my bag,

I don’t want to lose it,

Yet brave to face the slap.!

But, now....

I have to go,

The quintessential way of life,

All succumb to it,

Chapter to chapter,

With or without any connection!