Conjuring second chances

Let us say we want to write
Words for pure delight
Something ..ummm.. about flight?
How about a soaring, rambunctious, red kite!

Free and up we go, somewhere deep inside
With no need to hide
And no one to chide
Us, for partaking in a wild, colloquial ride.

But for now, suppose we talk
In time, without caring for the clock
Forget about what history may mock
You know, just talk.

Or tell a story?
Nothing too mushy, mucky or gory,
Maybe something seductive, full of glory,
Something buried deep within the heart's quarry.

Oh but oh! My listener, my reader so,
Answer me, please. Where did you go?
I've just been upset, dismembered, slow
Second chances? No?

Bit Bye Bit

I have been so afraid to write. So, so afraid. Terrified.

Madness has its own way. Crooked, ruthless, razor sharp but a way
none-the-less. Acrid, insatiable, ravenous it spreads inside. I have
been unable to stop it from spreading. I can feel my veins harden at
its icy touch.

Love is private,
Privately leaking,
into overflowing storm drains
of
drowning Mumbai nights.

Bit by bit,
by bit,
bye,
bits,
it crumbles,
much to the delight of the red ants on the floor.

There is a cry,
ringing
in my bones, a fossil
perhaps
or a fungus bound
to my soul.

Terrified.
I am supposed to be
so many things.
Mortified.
I am not
even
me.

Elaborate manifolds
Middling minds.
Anger Pain Betrayal
Useless.
Smother with a smile,
suffocate with elan,
A secret plan,

Naino ke aangan se nikalkar
baarish mai chup jaana
bheegna,
beh jaana.
Raat ki kaali baha le jaana,
Roothi kahani mana le jaana,
Ek do chapati bana de jaana,
Bhooke na rehna,
Khaana.
Aur sirhane pe jo yaad padhi hai,
use nehlaana.
Naino ke aangan se nikalkar
baarish mai chup jaana.

Confiscating reality,
tempting, trouncing,
teleporting to insignificance.
Matter not, when here now,
me, my love,
but mostly, sadly, still
me.

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On a completely different note:
A few drops of rain... has completed five years. Five completely, unbelievable years. To everyone and anyone who has read this blog during that time, a big Thank You! I hope you all will continue being my audience in the future.

Hard

It has been hard.
To love you like no other,
Like me, and not another.
Yes, it has been quite, quite hard.

Why should it be so hard?
I ask myself, on dark blue nights,
Lying silent, amidst flickering lights.
Why, oh why, should it be so hard?

So up the hill, for so long.
Just to make you open your heart,
To tell me, when I botch my part.
Upstream, up river, again.

So tiring, so nerve racking.
Even when it went wrong, it felt right,
Always worth a little more fight.
Certainly painful, ceremoniously sad.

But Precious, do you see?
You, I did not want to change
Never to become a lover strange.
Just the way you are, and that is hard.

The hardships will melt away.
Bruised hearts will mend,
Yet with madness waiting just around the bend,
I'll still love you the hard way.

Blue Moon

Blue moon, shimmer.
Shimmer to paint
a quaint
sticky, liquid slowly.

Silver ice, summon.
Summon the cold
to hold
gently, liquid free.

Break

Is it not the best way to cry...
To cry alone.
When sleep sings her lullaby
To sing hoarse.
I am a bard in my dreams
A singer of woes
Torn,
like the socks that show my toes.
Deep inside, my sorrows seduce
my living being to
ecstasies of
pain. It makes me come alive.
In my dreams, and my lore,
making fear
my destined whore.
Besiege me. With my truths.
Behead me. With my faith.
Betray me. With me.

Break

Spliced soul, shriek.
Shriek to say
what may
never be heard
anyway.

Tasty

Your tongue invites;
a drop of red ketchup
languishing on your lips.

The wheat bread relents
with a murmuring sigh.

Eyes closed;
you bite off a mouthful
of my qi, with barbecued paneer.

A tiny crumb sticks
to your little finger.

Chewing food;
meditating, mediating, meandering
hunger satiated,

hunger stroked.