Said ‘n Done

Said ‘n Done

Don’t stop for me

I can never walk with you

When all is said ‘n done

Dump the past, and

Walk through

Lips parched, and

Breathes stolen

Vision still, and

Spells broken

Skin shall wilt with time

Veil the past from slime

For mud-clad caricature

Often turn to quagmire

Let the silken skin decay

Gleaned shine to go astray

But, keep the bones locked

In a laminated-plastic coffin

To fashion out an album

Of serendipity stage-play

Reflection of an image—

That once breathed…

I Hate(Love) You

I Hate(Love) You

You treasured my wrongs

And, sealed my sins

Nobody do that, then

Why should you?

I hate you for

Every time you hold my hand

And look into my eyes

To make me believe

That I’m not alone

I hate you for

Every time you wait for me

To swim back to your abode

I ain’t worth this

Let me drown

Into the mire of my fate

I hate you for

Every time you say those words

Making me feel your

Undying love, and

Eternal concern

I hate you for

Every time I REALLY hate myself

For I can’t be with you

Though—I love you so….

Relentless-Voyage Memoir

Relentless-Voyage Memoir

Nuisance caused of this impromptu trip, or rather a voyage spree, resulting from some extreme jiffy decision out of the blue, that I got hitched into, can be categorized as—‘Were’ and  ‘Are’

‘Were’—

1. I didn’t get time to pack properly, hence couldn’t doll up        myself, as and when required. Alas!

2. Getting tickets for the same was more or less like a combat, and we lost, as expected.

3. Traveled a strenuous distance of 600 Kms (approx) in 14 hours by a Bus, read ‘seater’.

4. Being my first journey by a bus (School bus ride not included), I thoroughly enjoyed it, despite of my jammed knees, and swollen ankles.

5. I regret for not eating out at the Dhaba, cause we had our full from the home itself. Being a foodie by heart (Stomachs’), the smell of tandoor ki roti, and daal fry was making me fanatical, at 3 o’ clock in the morning. Still, all we had was, ONLY a teeny-weeny cup of ginger tea.

6. The moment we got off the bus at Anand Vihar, I wanted to shout ‘Yippee’, out loud, for the miracle that I could possibly walk, though barely, but, the early office goers dithered my urge into a persuasive curbing of it. *Sigh*

‘Are’—

1.    My legs are aching, and a soothing sleep, for a bout of generous hours, is all my body is beseeching at the moment.

2.    I’m STILL cursing myself for missing that appetizing Dhaba food.

3.    And, we’ve already sketched out our next Bus ride, including the scrumptious midnight meal at some Dhaba, exuding the same exotic Tandoori aroma in the air.

PS-sorry for the over emphasis on the food part, couldn’t help, food lover kept surfacing indiscernibly  :P

A Little Pandora Box

A Little Pandora Box

Love-child of ‘Innocence’ and ‘Forbearance’

Fleshed from misery, in the womb of trouble

Floated in a thin sac of watery misfortune

Ivy bore the unripe fruit in draped fortune

Breech birth made the lush carpel infertile

Destiny succumbed to her silver-stone skin

Melancholy and grim being her better half

Her voice—soft, laughter—a fading dream

Fondly named her, Miss Little Pandora Box

Locked to keep intact all the outside mirth

—Twinge inflections and resentment wait

Ready to engulf everything in to the chest

They kept its lid fixed—for years to come,

Till date—

Little Pandora Box turns sixteen today

She lost her parents on a somber Friday

On Saturday she met the prince of fate

Tying the bond of bliss, to avoid the late

He unlocks the box—playing endurance

A green eye bears the virtue of patience

Sleeping Amulet in the uterus of verve

Liberated from the prison of eternal pain

Clandestine efforts from an aphelion

Letting loose the envelope, to erase—

The name—Miss Little Pandora Box


***Breech birth—Breech births happen when the baby's buttocks or feet are positioned to be delivered first. Breech births occur approximately 1 out of every 25 births.

Amulet—A charm worn to ward off evil or to bring good fortune; talisman.

Love child—A child born to parents who are not married to each other.

Clandestine— Kept secret or done secretively.

Carpel—One of the structural units of a pistil, representing a modified, ovule-bearing leaf.

Ivy—A woody evergreen climbing plant, typically having shiny, dark green five-pointed leaves.

Aphelion—The aphelion is the point in the orbit of a planet or comet where it is farthest from the Sun.***

An Ode To My Sinned-Virtue

~ An Ode To My Sinned-Virtue ~

A humming-bird on your icy tongue,

Tiny nails pierce deep into the skin ..

Crimson Ocean soars into its toy-eyes, 

Little chirps steeped in evil poison,

Hums my name — shrilling scowls,

Auburn scroll folded in its wings,

A torn soiled paper neatly rolled,

— twined n’ tasseled in pure azure ..

Encrypted ablaze letters inscribed,

— Visible only to my sinful sight ..

Songs of dismay ..

Poesies of detest ..

Sonnets of recoil ..

Hymns of distrust ..

Serenading the kindled hatred …

Time—not a plastic toy

Time—not a plastic toy

Deepest darkest shadow

Hiding in the hour-glass

Seeping into its’ camber

Winding along the neck

Weighting the free sand

—Hanging upside down

Loosen legs 'n arms of it

Fastened as—Entwined

Slacken-off vile strands

Crawling along the spine

—the impious hour-glass

They read— You’re near

Can skin-smell your fear

Look through your desire

And, can drain it to mire

Dreading 'n Intimidating

Forbidden—Incessant—

Those myriad sand grains

You fancy to get severed?

If not, dare not play with

—those slithering grains…

Dawned-Lost-Dawning

Dawned-Lost-Dawning

Off sea it was, till a fine dollop misted

Incarnating the lost life, breathed anew

On Jan 24, 2009, in seventh heaven I flew

Hugs 'n cheers came from those quite away

Happy chaos was it then, mulled ‘tis now

Hewed a mud coffin out of the veracity

Buried them along with a few crisp papers

Lamination won’t let them wither and wilt

Dreams did, as mud soaked the chaotic sea

Packed n’ done away with— faded dreams

They knock hard, banging the thin barrage

Rubber of it, don’t let them break through

Impression of the hands, left on the wall

Drain my strength, lip-sucking into abyss

Wasted, ruined, and destroyed, they howl

Holding hands against my ears won’t help

I let out a shrilling cry, all they do is—sigh

Groping the dark-dreary-silhouette, I saunter

And, comes a day, with an invitation scroll

To close my teary red eyes—jump off the crag

Again holding its' claw, when I’m about to— 

Breathe my last, with shards of piercing pain

Grasps my hand, the sunshine-rebounding-dollop

And, with his words, do away with all my fears

“Mumma, should I massage your head-cramp?”

Hence, he rubs away the bleeding pricking twinge

Yes, he do, my three 'n half year, dollop of ‘Joy’…

                         

Dead Beat I’m

Dead Beat I’m

Oh! My life

I’m sleepy,

Bones pain, and

Pains go vain..

Carve out a snooze key

With quick blades of thee

Let me rest for a while

Then I shall,

Walk a forty taut mile!

Connoisseur Of Aroma She Wa/is

Connoisseur Of Aroma She Wa/is

Turmeric, Cinnamon, or Cardamom stench

Something alike, soaked into the wrench

Trying to sniff in the whiff of fresh alien air

Cringed my nose, to filter the maligned layer

Oh! She must have done the age old delicacy

To torture my present, through rotten fallacy

I was 12, and my blameless tongue savored

Forlorn Grandmas’ hand-cooked I devoured

The taste forgotten, memories feed on smell

The same address where reminiscence dwell

Kitchen glass window wears a nagging crack

Smell from the past, squeeze, seep, and slack

However hard I squash the widened crevice

The strength of the smell, carve me into slice

One part manifesting the dreams of tomorrow

And, other lingering to the bygone joy 'n sorrow

Heartrending memories render my life—maim

Hurl my smothering desires into blazing flame

Time has winged by, bestowing a lovely dame

My wife she is, and her chow smells the same...

~ Dreamless Venessa n’ Timeless Themesus ~

 ~ Dreamless Venessa n’ Timeless Themesus ~

Hush the winds, and lull the sleepy night

Tell the barbed creeper, to undrape a slight

Spew life, in slush dampened wooden wall

Withered white rose petals, shall too thrall

City of veiled dreams, has been dumb spelled

Her hewn n’ sewn silken-moth-robe, quelled

Bewitched n’ enchanted, in such a deep sleep

Venessa slumbered, to make her lover weep

Purgatory penance — death is euphemized

Clock rewound — for time too, circumcised

Themesus, the witty sorcerer, eternally dark

Deep magic to make his evil thoughts, stark

He conjured, to carve out her soft red heart

Incarcerated it amorously, undying thwart

Laid it amidst crass needles, in a box of glass

To prick the lingering breaths, of fading lass

Ah! He’d entrap her soul, to behest her flesh

He summoned upon the shadows — to thresh

An allegorical labyrinth waits to be unraveled

To breathe life into her, throbs such tasseled!

***Venessa and Themesus, are the fictitious characters, conjured from my imagination land…Hope to grow them farther, in poems, and stories…<3