A curated cellar of musings.
Another August comes by Monsoon pellets dirty green lagoons, Thatched roofs leak, Rainwater plops on hot, reddish-brown Kattan Chaya An organic excess invades the secluded south Goan beaches The horizon is hardly distinct— the sun sets and rises from a mistiness August brings about green, profuse beginnings, Like the rains A month for new roles,…
Squares, they are floating Always in a cozy, crowded group Drifting without a point In a circular sea They’ve no depth, they’re just pieces Bits of flatness Senseless fragments— Their absorptive apparatus, wrecked beyond repair; They yell and bray out shallow nothings, In the language of the visually deaf Kites float in Adorn the air…
Fragile souls, float about, dancing gingerly to a long lost tune.
These photographs of mine are old. Pandemic has distorted the charm of my home town. This slide show is a tribute to its remarkable vigor. The BGM is from the film Charulatha, Charu's theme, composed by Satyajit Ray.
Charred remains of auburn onion: Inviting network of rightly burnt brown. Precisely steamed bits of fluffy rice: A long lost Jasmine courtyard. Restlessly sweating, juicy succulents— Mutton—mingled in spicy nectar. Biryani: A sensory feast in layers. A piece of subcontinent’s accrued humanity
I stand in a sea of light Orange ripples lustre my fluid ground A red beckons— Pure in hue, pregnant with promise My raga floats away—that untold form Drifts gleefully unto the grainy beach— Away from my ruddy dream I am still standing— A porous pile robbed off its juice, Sans shape, sans curve, sans frills,…
That careless summer afternoon... Distant, as it may be, Still, fresh and earthy—hastily peeled Mango skin; Heavy, and clamorous—mostly—like the untimely Monsoon; Slender and fleeting—at times—as the Vaigai; Ever a part of me; It crushes me into a bloody rubble, often, But I, always, resurrect! My soul, pledged to this ceaseless vision, Perpetually in service…
छोटा सफ़र हो लम्बा सफ़र हो सूनी डगर हो या मेला याद तू आए, मन हो जाए भीड़ के बीच अकेला...
