Sleeping and waiting
For the moments to pass by
Caught in a time warp
Sometimes I wonder why
Delusional and restless
The mind feels now
Tapered and scattered
The soul is and how!
The mind will wait
For its judgment day
Till then the skies will be
All blue and grey
We managed to get on the flat top of the strange looking place. Although the climb was a little more than a 5 storied building, it did not leave us panting. Climbing it was rather fun with the nice even slope, but I am sure Elf wouldn’t agree.
It was beautiful, the sun was high up in the sky, yet one didn’t feel the heat. There was steady breeze, neither hot nor cold just perfect.
Just then I saw these HORSES galloping, oh where they beautiful!!! Three of them, white, and two browns. As they got a little closer I realized that they were much larger than the regular horses, much, much larger. Oh! How I wanna ride them. Although I am shit scared of horses because it’s really difficult to keep the balance, one just keeps tumbling on either side of the narrow seating saddle. BUT THESE, Oh these horses had nice WIDE backs. I am sure the balance would be much better; also their bones might hurt less with such nice thick coating of muscle over them.
I started running, following them as they had passed me and went some 100 odd meters ahead while I was musing about riding them. I was running, pulled in by their magnetism, forgetting the rest of the gang or rather not knowing if they were following me or yelling for me to stop.
I reached a strange looking ruin of some man created fort of sorts. It was falling apart and was clearly not in the books of ancient art history or precious monuments because there were creepers all over it and was black with years of battle with the hard hitting weather. It was still very beautiful, in a very crude sense of the jungle, it was beautiful.
The horses disappeared, Oh Shit!! Now What Do I Do?!?! I have no idea where to go from here or how to go back. CRAP! I looked around and saw a narrow path, very faint, but it was there. Went ahead and saw a sharp turn, I believe it’s a narrow entrance in the structure, caused by some fallen loose stones of the wall. So reluctant but strangely determined I peeped inside, saw wild flowers and trees all over. It was jus the same inside as it was outside. So I walked in, went about aimlessly, being in awe of the beauty of the untouched jungle.
I heard rustling of dried leaves or maybe (just maybe) it was a cheerful sound, I couldn’t be too sure, for it died out as fast as it came. I thought it came somewhere from the right, yea I guess I should check what it was. I started walking from in between the jungle. There were beautiful flowers with colours as vibrant as I’ve never seen before. I saw this bright magenta one. Oh was it Gg-oO-r-G-e-o-U-sS o what?! I had a violent urge to touch and eat it. I wondered if it was normal, aah what the heck! I grabbed one, plucked it and put it in my mouth. Oh the taste was incredible, like nothing I’ve tasted before, yummm. No wonder the bees freak out on brightly coloured flowers, they just taste So Good.
I heard the sound again, this time it was closer and it jerked me out of the magnetism of the hypnotic taste. I moved forward and could sense a lot of people, may be it’s a tribal community loving here. Oh wow, that would be fun! I moved forward, there was an opening of sorts in a wall, some 10 feet away, this one was bigger and there was a lot of light on the other side. This must be it, this is where they live. I must go and check it out. I reached and pushed myself on the other side. The sight, unbelievable as it may seem, was truly extraordinary and wonderful.
There not very far from me were the three magnificent horses and when I shifted my focus to the wide expanse of the truly dream like jungle I saw the most wondrous creatures.
There were huge brightly coloured birds, llama, giraffes, deer, and squirrels – mighty big ones too. Oh and a little further away, lazing in the shade was a Panther! A PANTHER! ohmigod was it awesome or what?!
I tried to move about soundlessly as to not disturb them and startle them with a human presence. But I had a feeling that although they didn’t take notice of me, they seemed to know I was there and didn’t mind it. I moved a little further and just then I saw the strangest of all sites. They looked like monkeys but were nothing like the 3 of them, 2 big ones and a kid. The elders were holding two trees on either side and had entangled their tails with each other and the baby was sitting on it and together all three of them were swinging oh! So much fun!
They had such peculiar eyes, perfectly round and really big – reminded me of the powder-puff girl’s eyes. There was about half an inch of bright magenta border around them. Without realizing I had moved closer to them and now I could really see the eyes clearly while they kept on swinging while looking at me. The eyes seemed to be smiling with their crystal clear shine and the magenta border. Even when the mouth was still the eyes were smiling. I could see myself only a dark silhouette in their eyes. All that running around and moving about in the jungle had surely messed up my hair.
I couldn’t stop myself from saying, although I knew that there was no way the monkeys would understand what I’d be saying, but before I could stop myself I uttered “My turn next”. I knew I said it because I could feel my mouth move but only a very strange sound came out, and something stranger happened next. The kid jumped out, looked at me with those smiley eyes and turned to look at the live monkey swing. It really WAS my turn.
Brighter and lighter
The world seems now
Sooner or later
I will escape and how!
The sun seems glorious
And dances on my windows
My actions less notorious
And are more left indoors!
Again I am willing to fly
And take that flight
The birds in my sky
Are showing the green light!
When the time comes
I will hop, skip and jump
Till then I will wait
And avoid the bump!
I see a myriad colour
Pumping at the start
The smell of squalor
Leaving my heart!
Smiles spread across
From ear to ear
That leaves my soul
So far from fear!
Gone will be those days
When I will stress
For the angels above
Are finally here to bless!
I will dance till I die
But live to see that wee hour
With a twinkle in my eye
That won’t be sour!
I thank you all
For the good times and bad
But I know the fall
Wasn’t that bad!
So all I can leave
Is happy trails all the way
And let my heart forgive
For you deserve it and so do they!
There are poems that write,
And there are pizzas that bite
There are songs that sing,
And there are bells that ring
There are dancers that glue,
And there are cats that don’t mew
There are moonlights that swing,
And there are dresses that don’t cling
There are pockets of sunshine,
And there are empty glasses of wine
There are stilettos that break,
And there are eyes that ache
There are broken wings that flap,
And there are hands that don’t tap
There are chairs that creak,
And there are tales which aren’t bleak
There are suns that rise,
And there people who do otherwise
There are woods that crack,
And there heads which need a whack
There are dreams of foggy winter lights,
And there are nightmares of arctic nights
There are dark rubbery lips,
And there are swaying pirate ships
There are men, who epitomise perfection,
And there are some who know the art of seduction
There are donuts that are hard as clay,
And there are wits that hardly weigh
There are eyes that resemble a cool summer breeze
And there are shores that never meet the seas,
There are roses which sting the bee,
And there are women, who cannot be me
I thought of writing this poem for a man I met sometime back who has a terrific nose. I sat and stared at his nose so hard that the rest of him sort of faded away and all that I could recall was that wondrous Greek God like nose.
Met him at a party last week,
A man of manners and sapience deep.
But what struck me most,
About our very cordial host.
Was not his person, rather his nose,
Thus, to ogle at, it was his snout I chose!
What beauty, what an artifact,
Losing all sense of propriety and tact.
I rushed to my Adonis ‘Ian bebe,
Besotted by his wondrous neb.
For this nose boy that I dote,
Are the following lines I wrote-
Thy nose is flawless, like it’s chiseled in teak.
It magnanimity nothing less, than the lofty Himalayan peak!
So sharp and so straight, so very confident of its fate.
Thy nose will make Narcissus weep, for Echo, thine can no longer keep.
Together we shall honour thy nose & make jealous all unfortunate those
Who like me in bitter woes, have been born with a flat platypus nose
But you, my love, my darling rose, shall always be known for thy nose.
You stand alone, in the humid place and enchant yourself. A droplet of sweat runs down your neck… And suddenly the cool breeze combs through your hair… a sweet musky scent it carries… it caresses your face…You are thankful, you are obliged, you are overwhelmed, you are blessed. Although you don’t remember when it came and how it died…
But for the breeze, I know, she traveled many miles… just to touch you and feel you… now she takes along your fragrance; like the bittersweet memory of a long lost lover, wherever she goes… she will be bubbling with glee and happiness of having met you… She tells every new face she meets, that she touched you… and your scent to her bosom she keeps…
She does know, that she’ll soon have to die… but she doesn’t regret; for she holds you close, as she loved you the most… And every time she takes a new form, she’ll come to meet you, as the wind, the rain, the sand, the fire, the ash, the smoke or the froth… She’ll touch you, love you and will bury herself dead and be born again, knowing that her only purpose of life was and is… YOU…
Fritter, fry or boil, you may,
There’s nothing like a potato today.
Cheapest veggie you can buy,
Purchase big bags without a sigh!
With inflation and soaring tax,
Meat prices reaching their max.
Potatoes peeled washed and dried,
Fry them deep in porky hide.
Or bake it well, make a potato pie,
And take it down with bread of rye.
When short of time, rush hour it is,
Mash and mix with creamy cheese.
Summer, winter and monsoon too,
A potato can be found all year through.
Potatoes today, potatoes tomorrow,
Best thing to eat to purge your sorrow.
Hear me out, for I speak well,
All hail potatoes, they shall always sell!
Lenny rode a motor bike
thinking he was zany smart
but when he was hit by Mike
he knew he was just a tart.
When you have your silk
In green and pink
Any colour will do
Except green and pink
daydream through a day
and sleep too is a reverie
because there is no other way
to see dreams through reality.
When people think you are a fool
and know not what gems you hide
should you then as a rule
protest that you are not a fool?
When there is someone to love
one who cares to hold your hand
and guide you through this life
is it only then that life finds its meaning?
Now you jumpstart another day
Soaked in chilly beans or syrup
who knows what will come your way
the chilly bean or the syrup!
If every time I shed a tear
A white pearl were to form
Then would you also cry my dear
To see if a white pearl would form
And rich we’d get from pearls galore
That from crying we would form
Little joys of kisses sought
and love’s labour lost
what is this life if not
this sweet molten frost!
Knocking at the door,
in the middle of the night,
at half past four
when i switched off the light
came five little goblins
with red satin caps
a basket full of clanging tins
and strange coloured maps.
I blinked hard twice
and pinched
yet could not believe my eyes
I flinched!
Goblins at my door?!?
It shook me to my core!
And then, the eldest spoke!
With his wiry finger did he poke-
“howdy miss, how do you do?
We’re the goblins of the far north
we’ve come to visit you!”
And so they marched in
right upto the den
all five little goblins
with such confidence!
When I rushed back
they told me to calm
handed me some chocolate
and an ache curing balm!
“We read in the papers
you’ve been a little low
this is not caper
to you, this we shall show
we’re your angels in disguise
here to love, not despise
lovelorn maidens we cure
of this you can be sure”
so they wished me night
off they were out of sight
again I blinked hard twice,
and pinched
I could not believe my eyes,
I flinched!
I sat upon the bed
and did all that they said
I chomped on the chocolate
and rubbed on some balm
have I lost my mind
or is this a joke of some kind??
Suddenly heavy lids overcame me
I flopped on the bed
could not think or see
off to sleep I fell dead!
Dear Elf,
There is something that I have to tell you since last week. I wish we would have sat by that rivulet and seen the purple dusk but I guess our muddy humdrum lives aren’t allowing us to do so. The sky is thick with smoke and the brook has dried, leaving us all high and low at the same time. But it’s ok; for I know that the sun will again rise tomorrow and have a glorious dusk waiting for us. How optimistic, am I not?
You remember, those tiny bottles hanging in your house? Well, I was thinking about them on Sunday evening while having my staple dinner of wine and prawns. I think they are sort of cute. Remind me to take one of them with me next time when I come to visit you but promise me you will not get mad if I break them and hurt myself deliberately.
Those pebbles that hurt me while I was somersaulting in your poppy fields have left tiny scars over my face. Whenever I smile at myself in the mirror, I see tiny dimples dancing on my rosy cheeks. Thanks for pushing me off the cliff; I wouldn’t look this pretty and attractive otherwise.
That sunlight kissed windows weren’t that bad. All you need to do is just shut your eyes and the rays will cease to enter your soul. I guess, sometimes sunshine does burn your life away.
Ah, I forgot to mention that stairway to heaven. Yes, I agree that it did take me to heaven but I guess not for long because the sunbeams killed the glory in my head and had me burning all over in pain. But don’t you worry anymore, for the pain has ceased to exist in my heart and soul. I am as cold and as white as ever. We can climb those stairs again and probably stare at stars together and not face sunbeams all over.
Those chocolate muffins weren’t that bad either. They were a little burnt though. Tell Sandy who runs your bakery to go easy on the oven temperatures next time. Those cute buttercups can be made a little soft and pleasant. I can go and help him next time you decide to bake some blueberry muffins for your grandma.
Oh, do you remember that blue-eyed boy who crossed me in the elevators? Well, he winked at me before leaving. But I don’t want you to get mad at him and give him a black eye because men like him can not go beyond winking. Next time, be calm and tranquil and do exactly as I say for I might tell you to kill him and not just give him a black eye.
Love,
A
Dear Miko,
I suppose you’ll never get the chance to read this, and maybe I will never get to even tell you that inspite of the slight nature of our acquaintance, you have in some strange way touched my heart. I really do not know what first drew me to you, I suppose I have always been attracted to eccentric people and you have been just that, the little that we know of you. I liked that you love to walk, that you are tall and lanky, and a little weird, quiet and withdrawn, maybe shy, and so very proper and polite. You inspired me to read a little more, work a little harder on my English; listen to that extra bit of music, love my Ipod even more, read up a little more on the sixties and the seventies and so on. I loved that you made me listen to Harry Belafonte, Miles and told me about the bands, Bread and Cream. I love The Bread, by the way.
Life on a trip revolves around some very simple things for me. I wish I could tear you away from the humdrum of class, professors and friends and take you to Marine Drive once again to watch the sun set a few more times. I have always thought it a miracle that the sun would set the same time for ever and ever. I want to steal a little bit of that beauty and keep it in my heart. It is like tearing a small piece of bread from a loaf when you are hungry, there maybe many more loaves but this one particular one would always have that one bite off it. I suppose I make little sense.
I had this dream the other night, where we sat side by side facing an “electric blue” river and what seemed like the ruins of Guatemala, and certain specimens of big horned deer who miraculously changed to people right before my eyes. When this happened you just put your arm around my waist and pulled me close and kissed me gently on my cheek and softly said: what a dangerous t-shirt… ! (referring to the people I thought were deer but were actually dressed in some sort of costume possibly) All this was very nice and I felt extraordinarily close to you. For a long time after I woke I shut my mind to the clutter of the outside world and hugged onto my dream like a precious secret till slowly its sensuality began to wane.
I don’t know what this year holds for me, but of all the things that I dearly wish for, I would certainly like to wish to get to know you a little better, spend some more time with you and maybe, even get a chance to call you this – “Miko”.
Love,
A
I’m not trying to make anyone jealous here but I have some very exciting news to share…I’m sure it’s only because of all the charitable work I’ve been doing. Well, that and let’s face it, I am kind of a big deal.
See, I’ve been sent a very special personal invitation to join Donald Trump himself at a very exciting seminar held right here in my town. Not only was I personally invited but I received 2 complimentary VIP tickets. That’s right bitches; Don and I are tight like that.
Apparently I’m going to learn about property investment and how to be a Real Estate mogul. It’ll even teach me how to be my own boss..er.. Forever.
Now, the card only had a small sample of all the great things I’ll be learning but it does put emphasis on the fact that (and I quote): “This is what I have learned the hard way, in the streets, fighting to grow my empire and fighting to stay on top”
I’m not really sure what kinds of things you learn on the streets of Park Avenue but I’m sure it’ll be very eye-opening.
I’m pretty sure the signature is authentic and the card is hand-signed, after all what better things could he possibly be keeping busy with?
Don’t worry, I won’t forget about you while I’m off living my lavish lifestyle and making millions simply by looking at buildings.
*ROTFLMAO 
Dear Homeless Man,
I hope your tap-dancing lessons are going well! I found out today that you have a twin brother, who looks exactly like you. Does he have the same Nike Shoes as you? If so, I think I may always think you are the same person. Sorry for the confusion, no wonder you looked at me like I was the crazy one when I asked you if you ever got a new oar.
I saw you and your brother fighting today. It saddened me deeply – families are the most important people in your life. Perhaps you were fighting over a female? Trust me, that bong woman who yells at people on patios and tries to grab their food is not worth a family feud.
Sure, if she stopped doing the crack and brushed her hair a little she could be pretty. If she ate something she could even be quite lovely but I’m sure there are more ladies for you two to deal with? I thought I’d let you know that that new wave you are doing with your hair? Very Donald-Trumpesque! Dress for success they say!
Kudo! 
Alice
Pungent madness…
Sudden theories of anger…
Recluse of pain…
Inertia in thoughts…
Abrupt pockets of sunshine…
Dark shadows of soul…
Bigotry thoughts…
Screaming lies…
Sardonic laughter…
Derisive tears…
Glimmering smiles…
Soulful afterglow…
Lonely walks…
Sorry cries…
Willful psychosis…
Sparks of fire…
Raging retrospection…
Inherent truth…
Bruised blues…
Sweaty palms…
Anorexic feet…
Panging pain…
Crushed emotions…
Bittersweet moonlight…
Howling hormones…
Haunting melodies…
Crucifying past…
Surreal light…
Once upon a time,
Two cliffs were born,
Young, sturdy and strong,
They stood facing the shimmering sky,
Chins up and heads held high.
Somewhere beyond that infinite expanse,
They knew, lay the ultimate horizon.
Motionless though in their stance,
They dreamt and aspired and longed,
Day after day,
To break free from the rigid shackles containing them
And stride into the world beyond one’s reach,
Thronged by the mysterious, and the forbidden and the unknown.
So the fervent, stalwart cliffs,
With all vigor and zeal,
Relentlessly pursued the infinite.
And thus, many long years passed,
Until at last,
The cliffs were found in a sundry morn,
Standing where they were born,
With bowed head and sunken eyes,
Sagging down with the timeless time;
Those ruthless shackles were now a bondage,
Embedded in the mighty folds of their beings,
Rocking them to the rhythm
Of dropping walnuts.
Fissures, cracks and cobwebs dense,
Blurred the line where the ‘sky’ and ‘earth’ used to meet,
For there was now the inevitable fence
Between form and soul
A mendacious mirage was thus now,
The infinite goal!
