Intelligensia

Ummeedo wali dhoop, sunshine wali aasha.

2011-12-29T23:29:00.003+05:30

"Ummeedo wali dhoop, sunshine wali aasha." (hope tinged sunshine, sunshine like hope) Isn't the new Coca-Cola ad just lovely? There is a fecund sense of optimism the advent of a new year ushers, dont you think? No matter what transpired in the year that went by, the worst and the ugliest, every year, this time around - somehow the wind concocts a new melody , which for some reason we would

There's a crescent on the moon.

2011-12-21T23:35:00.000+05:30

There's a crescent on the moon, from where your face shimmers a smile. Mellow zephyrs caress desires, winter whispers modestly beguile. I see your moon dust drizzle, and blame this tempest night senile. Yet still reach out my hands, hoping perhaps you'd serenade me to your isle. I reckon they perhaps wonder, what is she - ludicrous? juvenile? But there's a crescent on the moon, and I've been

You make this life beautiful.

2011-11-25T16:03:00.002+05:30

You make this life beautiful. When you switch on the geyser for me, run the water, check the temperature and tell me the bath's ready. Ask me if you could help with washing my hair, for cannot bend under the tap anymore with this big belly I sport now. You make this life beautiful. When you come back from work, plonk your laptop and fold your cuffs, march straight to the kitchen and put the

Hey.

2011-11-08T15:19:00.001+05:30

There is a peculiar bitter-sweet feeling in the pit of your stomach when at times, in a moment where your mind and heart could not be more at rest, sated and serene and entirely one with each other gliding in a tranquility not every day brings, you garner unto you glimpses. Glimpses of faces. Faces of people long left behind in this expedition of growing up that

When you arrive.

2011-06-05T09:08:00.000+05:30

There is a curious lil package of happiness filled with tiny decoupages of excitement, ribbon tied with tender love, waiting at my door. Somebody wonderful sent it, somebody beautiful gave it. Oh how fortuitous it is, that I get to keep it. I will keep the tag on top unwritten. And fill it up, when you arrive.

More than just slumdogs under our bellies.

2011-04-14T16:09:00.002+05:30

Two Indians feature in the Top 10 Most extravagant Weddings ever article on Yahoo. Lakshmi Mittal's $60 million wedding extravaganza when his daughter got married, and Vikram Chatwal - Priya Sachdev's $20 million wedding carnival. I always scroll down to read the comments at the reader's section. If you have not tried that ever, then sure do. You will find some amazing insights, funny thoughts

Stay.

2011-04-06T00:44:00.000+05:30

Dont leave tonight. Stay. Stay here, and talk. While chrysanthemums sway, and the zephyr idles and runs. Let the ambiguity that is love, leave notes on this night. And the kisses yearn. Stay. And whisper. Let your velvety voice, from miles away, undulate the radio waves that saunter between us. And let me long for you, like you long for me, in this prurience that we cleave to. Dont leave

Today.

2011-04-01T15:43:00.000+05:30

Today, stop and stare. And behold, peruse and glare. Walk back to me, to here and now. Pick up the pieces, from here and there. Today, lend the world some grace. Halt and pocket some time and space. Stretch your lips at the corners And light up your face.

My Vintage photograph

2011-03-25T14:05:00.003+05:30

You are my vintage photograph, where our years stand yellowed and green. A country swept dewy zephyr you appear, wonder what you did intervene. There was a sweep of gold dust here, I saw the sun's foolhardy preen. I would sing, but I dont want the pixies to know, where we hid all that sepia sheen.

I am negligible.

2011-03-02T18:05:00.002+05:30

Infinitely negligible is how I feel when I look around the world I am decadently fortuitous to live in. The millions of inspirations floating about, boundless ideas that regale me and at the same time tell me how ignorant I really am. And that I have so much to do, so much to accomplish, so much to learn, so many ways I can apply myself in, so many dimensions I could be in. And that knowledge,

Sugar Sprinkled Cinnamon Doughnuts.

2011-02-22T08:18:00.003+05:30

Some days are like sugar sprinkled cinnamon doughnuts you're tending to your senses with, after a long and tiring day at work. They're not special, as the other days or planned getaways that you look forward to. They're just those random moments that breeze by and usher comfort into your arms. And you know everything's alright with the world. That life is fun. That there are some things that

Mask.

2011-02-13T16:50:00.000+05:30

There is a mask on your face, and one that you hide. One under, one above and they effortlessly glide. You think I know not, but oh I do, while you are letting your airs ride. Behind the world's invisible back and jeer and smrik and snide. There is a mask on your face, which you don and look above ruminate the irony of a sacrilege, that you need to call it pride.

Guilty.

2011-01-26T20:15:00.002+05:30

Disturbed. Why do most people with money but no education deem themselves invincible? Treat others as garbage? Witnessed somebody I am related to be really insensitive to somebody I donot know. I could not say a word. Did not, rather. Cant stop thinking about it. Feel guilty. Stand guilty. This Republic Day eve can I take the privilege of asking you all to pledge that we will be more

Fluttering and flying.

2011-01-18T22:42:00.002+05:30

So we run and hide behind the sleeping sycamore tree, and shake it and climb it to watch the dusk depart. Far off in a violet and ochre sky swallows hasten home, and we gaze at the sun and her light glide lazily apart. You impishly wonder if its the wind or the sky, or your fluttering and flying love drunk heart, winking as you do you lean again, and somewhere a mellow zephyr smiles, then laughs

Crimson Words.

2011-01-11T13:51:00.001+05:30

People die. And with that they leave behind an abyss. In one room, amongst sob and shock and stare and a sinking feeling looming large your world would have fallen apart. And nobody knows. Nobody ever can. The cynic smirks when they offer you words. What were they thinking? Don’t they know that moment words are just sounds, echoes of a redundant now, which

If you must know.

2011-01-07T23:05:00.000+05:30

If you must know, there’s rarely been a momentWhere my slender hopes have not been met,with an ambition, stunningly audacious that comes from the dawning that you’re here.And you shall forever be.We swap places when life makes us.You’re the sturdy one sometimes,and I am, in others.If you must know. When we fetch each other light, I think to myself, and agree I'd

You are where my world is.

2010-12-04T16:20:00.001+05:30

Talking about your wedding with your mom is a weird thing. As you are discussing the time, jewellery, the events, the works. Listening to her talk to you about how you should equip yourself to handle new responsibilities, the way she sees right through you and knows that when you say you dont want to get married just yet, you actually mean you dont wanna shoulder the responsibilities all the new

This saturday morning

2010-11-27T13:27:00.002+05:30

Growing up by the beach, makes you crave to get out of the sultry humid climatic insanity of a town as soon as you can. Well, just realised that it is only until you actually do. This lazy Saturday morning, I am thinking of that hustling little beach town I grew up in. I am thinking of the infinite early morning rides, in dad's scooter to watch the dawn glide down that part of the earth's sky,

Add a 'pathetic' to that, will ya?

2010-11-20T20:43:00.003+05:30

Mundane. I absolutely utterly irrevocably abhor mundane.It shrivels my spirit and clips my zeal. I dont know how people do it. For years and years and years of their lives. Wake up - rush for practically everything - run - grab - reach - allow the day to pass you by. Just like that. And a day of your life is gone. When you didnt create something beautiful. When you did not pause to admire how

There was never really another way without you was there?

2010-11-09T21:53:00.003+05:30

Delightful little butterflies seem to twirl around my waist as I woke up this morning into a prussian blue dawn, that was raising its reticent little head from the farther corner of the horizon ~ translucent, silvery, glorious. Have you waited for something for so long that you dont remember when it all started, spent infinite moments picturing it, rewinding and playing it in your head again

Some old stories and a cup of your tea.

2010-10-29T20:47:00.002+05:30

Isnt it so delightfully fortuitous when sometimes the most mundane of things can transcend you back in time? As mundane as a tiny cup of some magical tea prepared by a stranger at work. The moment you take the first sip you are time travelling a decade and a half back. Back to your nana-nani's* place, where tea is not just tea, a ritual instead. You blink again, and you're on that mammoth

A town named you.

2010-10-21T20:00:00.003+05:30

There is an acute sense of resurrection I find from scraps of conversations I chance upon time and again. Conversations let adrift into the space, uttered by souls who are ignorant of my existence, but speak as if it was all concocted for me, just for me. Have you ever sat up and suddenly taken notice how mere words seem to exude the misty iridescence of sated hearts, like luminous inventories

Rebel.

2010-10-16T04:02:00.006+05:30

Subtle as vinaigrette is how you crumble in my embrace, when you betray your ire as you lust for me. And cackling, just then, that known drizzle drizzles by, to leave me little choice but to offer truce. The scorn, the trepidation - go flying through the window; as the stubborn you wishes he could feign some more. How I love the way that fire stokes, vengeful she lungs up - defiant, to defeat

Horizon Ahead.

2010-10-09T17:49:00.002+05:30

I am supposed to make a phone call. A call I was supposed to make a month and a half back. But I cant bring myself up to it. Mostly cz I have so strongly started dwelling on the theory that friendship is never an obligation, the moment it becomes so, you know a bond just ceased to be, as you knew it. I sit here wondering, procrastinating, griping, thinking : if I feel this obliged then I just

An eccentric expedition, if you will ?

2010-10-01T20:20:00.002+05:30

Sometimes it takes the pits to make you realize just how taut you are coupled to someone. Isn’t it mellifluously bizarre that some people never change their opinion of you even when they have seen you at your worst, and continue to be exactly how they always have been? Isn’t it a miracle how some friends never change, and some dreams never break? Seldom have I

The girl with the blue purse.

2010-09-26T18:14:00.005+05:30

Okay here's a girly lil post I have been dying to put up and share with you females, specially my fashion blogger ladies. Roaming around in the streets of this wonderful city I live in, you never know when you stumble upon a quaint little shop, have the the most sweet lil lady show you around, and discovering the cutest lil purse which you think will be perfect for mom. A mom who always has

The "other" days.

2010-09-25T02:28:00.006+05:30

On a normal day, I wake up past 11 - have brunch, watch a movie, surf, read, nap, brew ginger tea, tune in for a rerun of How I met your mother or Friends, cook and have the whole house, to me. On a normal day, I write letters, in a white notebook, that vaguely smells of petunias, elucidating to it petite promises I make to myself when there is no one to hear. On a normal day I think of mom,

Sensible Blabber. And no, I aint ranting poetry this time.

2010-09-14T02:28:00.002+05:30

This space used to be once, a gallery of my mind. I used to be blatant, honest, and mercilessly outspoken when it came to the thoughts in my self-admitted pea brain. Yeah, I don't mind saying that at all, unlike many people, cz I have no qualms in admitting I am still maddeningly ignorant about so many things that makes the world go around. And I like to know things, even if some don't interest

Serendipitous Love.

2010-09-04T23:49:00.005+05:30

Unending dreams have trespassed four solitary walls of yellow. In wreaths of maple leaves, that cling together in a September fall. And with them have breezed in, territories of thoughts, hither and thither, unruly and wild : abounding you. Pawns, haven't we have been ? You and I. In the royal game, the invisible (invincible?) configurations on our foreheads love to play. Utopian, our phantasms

Abandon.

2010-08-17T19:51:00.006+05:30

Strange purity is the way our beings melt. The sheets rustle, irises glow and hunger spelt. As we clash undone, for a languid night's allure it drizzles in a desert, parched and demure. Lips move, they call, and search and mark, perspiration paints us on us - bare and stark. Beyond these walls walks an uninhabited world, voices float as we glide - entangled and curled. And we smile, and whisper

My destiny is a pretty place.

2010-08-09T21:07:00.004+05:30

Another evening. Another late nap. Another lone cup of ginger tea in a vintage olive colored mug, And a jobless me draped in a crimson blanket and watching John Cusack read his obituary in 'Serendipity' for the nth time, suddenly I am grinning. Ear to ear. The first time I have smiled in utter solitude in days. The reason : a total stranger. A stranger who I caught gazing at me with the most

Road not taken.

2010-08-05T21:13:00.000+05:30

This quiet evening, as I am making my tea and thinking of mom, I go over days that are not so colorful anymore. Inhibition is a bad thing, suggestions are bad things. They never let you be yourself. The moment you ask someone what to do, whatever it that you was made of is gone. And now the biased you is left with, not with a clarified vision of what lane to pick, but with a more cluttered head

"Forever" never ends.

2010-08-02T21:08:00.000+05:30

Because I have known what it is to be sewed on to translucent solitude, I have seen rainbows start right where they end, a foot above the grass. Because I have died a million deaths, every time you've shed a tear, I have lived to love you above and beyond than what this universe could hold. Because you have wrinkled your lips on mine, and held my frail hands when we have walked eternity, I know

Thoughts for today.

2010-07-27T16:07:00.002+05:30

There is a rare serenity that only nostalgia can bring, where even pain is beautiful. There is a weird weight down your heart that makes you wanna cry but you are not sad. You walk down memory lane and search for faces and when you are watching them laugh you realise you dont even know them anymore, but you still watch anyway, oblivious of any reasoning behind the ratification its bringing into

Untitled.

2010-07-24T02:07:00.003+05:30

In vain futility I have tried to understand what is it that gives me the strength to fight, when it comes to you? How often I have slept torn and frail, and woken up again, firm and knowing the single solitary truth that seems to matter, just how vulnerably I am in love with you. Isn't it bewildering that one can not be strong for his own self, but refute all odds and stare at all faces for

Walls up high.

2010-07-17T16:32:00.002+05:30

A foot away from my compound I've build my walls up high. I've made my windows smaller and drawn blinds against the sky. I've filled my house with metals silk and satin overflowing by. I roam city from city searching what I couldn't deny. I sit with people alike, painted faces and hearts all dry. I stare at ragamuffins on streets and everyday I lie. I lie my concrete cave is home, life is here.

"Impossible dream."

2010-07-12T12:30:00.006+05:30

The more I see the world, sitting here in my chair at work, or my fave corner in my home, or that special spot at the book store - through iridescent words, pictures, melodies and thoughts - that bear an insignia of the mellifluous world I am sublime to be a part of - the more I realize how insignificantly small I am. And even smaller my demons. And the only thing that makes me feel like I

Today saw me through.

2010-07-07T15:39:00.000+05:30

Finding a new found peace in a complete and blatant absurdity of things, Soaking happiness from reading about the sated life of a known stranger, Waking up from a deep slumber to a feeling that today is gonna be better, Reading a verse on a bookmark while arranging the shelf that instantly comforts, Brewing cinnamon tea on a rain clad morning, spotting the other pink cup and thinking of mom,

Untamed heart.

2010-07-01T13:43:00.000+05:30

Kiss me a last kiss and help me abandon. unseen dreams and unknown hopes unwritten lyrics and unsung songs. In abandon let me slip, above and beyond up and away, from the unchained melodies I've wombed so long. Lift me then and bury me there. And brand in a soliloquized whisper. ' Here lies she, the untamed heart, laughed foolhardy, cried in vain. Lived in winter, loved for rain. '

Freedom.

2010-06-27T03:20:00.001+05:30

Sometimes I wish for the angels to come and bring me freedom, so I can step out and watch, as they purge a body in sleep. Other times I keep thinking, is it really worth it, this ride? The cost of breathing is too high, and I am brimming in poverty.

May hope hold us all.

2010-06-24T23:48:00.001+05:30

Today, for some reason I don't know, I am filled with a vigor. As the sunshine trickles down the french window by which I sit at work, I am replete with hope, and promise that I will be a happier me, a better me. Sometimes its arduous to try and fine a speck of shimmery ray even when there is light looming all over. And at other times the faintest beams seem to dance and fill your heart with

The Chastened Vixen.

2010-06-22T07:57:00.000+05:30

Years ago I found his bunch of super nice boys who I became great friends with. Still am. Bf was the only one in the bunch to have a girl at college, and when you are that girl n the boys actually like you for what you are, y'all have no idea how prized they make you feel. And that only girl thing has remained till date, and they still make me feel special. Years down the lane, I have grown to

A Simple life.

2010-06-18T10:49:00.004+05:30

In my blatantly rustic and seemingly happy-go-lucky world reminisces are too many and epiphanies swim around too often. Sadness and mirth float around and about all at the same time, and that is most of the time when I am not thinking or occupying myself with stuff. A simple life is one the most toughest things to accomplish, cz there is no such thing that will fall into your lap simply.

Clean breaks.

2010-06-14T14:23:00.001+05:30

We were friends, but we had nothing in common. I wonder how the hell it lasted so long. Now I can see you're just not worth me, you know. Have you wondered how some things chase you until they fall into your life and your life falls into place. While some other things just never happen, no matter how hard you slave for them to work out. And the surprising part? It all makes sense in the end.

Calling out to Y'all.

2010-06-09T11:04:00.000+05:30

Submitting my first ever entry for an IndiBlogger Contest. Can you guys plz click on this link below and vote for me? Please? I'd be honored and grateful. Thanks. My entry for : My Jiyo Life Moment P.S : Samby this is not what I intended to put up when you asked for a non-poetry piece.

Make me new.

2010-06-06T22:49:00.001+05:30

Nimble footfalls, yawning eyes. Curious lips, tender fingerprints. Feral twilights, luscious murmurs. In them in abandon you sift abysmally deep. And sketch in doodles incoherent, unusual. Scarlet and branded, you leave me, and I can see. This is new, I am new. I am not that girl I used to happen to be. Pacify me. Push me again? And show me how, you rapt my soul and make me new everyday for you.

Lets run away.

2010-06-03T20:08:00.001+05:30

Do we have to? Sit and stare across this table at each other. Parched and smoldering. Amidst seemingly drivel like soliloquys and chortle and nod like we have been hearing it all? Fool them into believing - they own our minds? While all our mind is doing, is making us sway, inside like clovers under a brutal august breeze. Do we have to? Draw symmetries with these aliens? That are keeping us

Red.

2010-05-31T04:23:00.003+05:30

I am red. While making diagrams of sublime kisses. and wiping shards that fell from my eyes and clung noiselessly to the rim of my dress. While pondering if to ask you to hurt me again, and remind me how abysmal in your love, I have bled. I am red.

Floating in Paradise.

2010-05-25T17:04:00.000+05:30

Can I just let me fool myself, the lexis said and whispered weren't lies. And that you and I are meant to be. Cross over the walls, light a candle perhaps? Then slit my soul and you will see, How often I've deemed beautiful to choose the floating in paradise fool in me.

A slacktivist heart.

2010-05-19T03:27:00.002+05:30

Last week I was walking down to office after my lunch break and spotted this very old man sitting on a raised platform on the right side of my lane and eating from something kept below. From a distance, he was at my right hand side upper corner and I could see he had a polybag filled with rice and some sambar sorta thing on top of it. Perhaps somebody had had chosen to do a good deed and lent the

To wherever you are.

2010-05-12T02:25:00.004+05:30