A constantly curated cellar of musings.
Surrounded by honking predators, Hell bent on putting me off my path, I tirelessly meander through the sea. The endlessly zigzagging traffic talks in a hybrid tongue. Part human, part auto: the language is but noise tucked into profanity. A sea of wheeled humanity, More inclined to stop my progress than to move, Yells, “Stay…
The waves were immense! Beach’s stretch did its best to offset the dread, for the swelling brine Strikes fear and invites, at once. The trained eye uttered caution, “High tide” it muttered, wisely. The waves attracted buzzing amateurs in hoards Eager to get their feet wet—and probably drown. The majestic waves kept beating away,…
The evening was tender, sparing in its revelations. The light was reflected, always soft and never penetrant. An organic, naïve and a pure cactus blooms - ever so gently, Ever so gently, Ever so gently. Sunsets, Cool breeze and the noir air’s heaviness befriend the cactus. Inevitability has a name – sunrise. The sharp,…
The southwest monsoon had let loose an abundance of wild greenery. Goa’s snaking roads were lined with quaint old indo Portuguese mansions, the owners seemed to be inflicted with an acute lack of taste - as these works of art were painted with the crassest of crass colors (sorry I was at loss for a…
Khul kabhi tho, khul kabhi kaheen Main aasmaan, tu meri zameen Lab tere yoon khule jaise harf the Honth par yoon ghule jaise barf the Tu hi tu hai, main kaheen nahi.. Jhuk ke jab jhumka main choom raha tha Der tak gulmohar jhoom raha tha Jal ke main sochta tha Gulmohar ki…
Milke bhi hum na mile tum se na jaane kyun Meelon ke hai faasle Tum se na jaane kyun Anjaane hai silsile Tum se na jaane kyun Sapne hai Palkon tale tum se na jaane kyun... Kaise batayein kyun thujhko... (Lyrics by Irshad Kamil from the aptly named film: Ajab Prem Ki Ghazab Kahani)
Halki halki aahen bharna takiye mein sar de ke dheeme dheeme sargoshi mein baatein karna pagalpan hai aise tumpe marna ubla ubla kyun lagta hai ye badan, ye jalan to khamakha nahi ye khalish jo hai, wo khamakha nahi haan tapish to hai, par khamakha nahi.. Khamakha nahi... (From the song Khamakha…
"There is a solitude of space A solitude of sea A solitude of death, but these Society shall be Compared with that profounder site That polar privacy A soul admitted to itself- Finite infinity." - Emily Dickinson (1830-86) BIANCHI, MARTHA DICKINSON, 1866-1943, & DICKINSON, EMILY, 1830-1886. (1914). The Single Hound: Poems of a Lifetime.…
Hum kyon! shikhwaa kare jhootha kya hua jo dil toota Hum kyon! shikhwaa kare jhootha kya hua jo dil toota sheeshe ka khilauna tha kuchh naa kuchh to honaa tha, hua Yeh kya hua, kaise hua, kab hua kyon hua, jab hua, tab hua oh chodo, yeh na socho hmmm!! yeh kya hua Humne jo…
