Thursday, August 25, 2022

Ad Astra

A journey towards outer space is truly an exploration of inner space. Both are truly deep.

Both have basic and fundamentally deeper questions, which still seek answers irrespective of the questioner and when and where it was asked.

For I think, only when we journey into deep space we're truly beholding the journey on Earth too. How lonely, how transitory, how insignificant our life and its pursuits are.

How most individual humans' thoughts are similar to collective humanity's views: selfishness, utter helplessness, loneliness, past remembrances, reminiscences, the path ahead, the will to survive et al.

How the proverbial sins of the father (forefathers) affect the son(s)... Whether we are in orbit at the outer edges of the solar system or in motion on Earth, we're always in search. Seeking an end to our loneliness, a permanent home perhaps.

Where truly is our home? Are we not forever on a journey inside and outside? Aren't we always traveling without ever arriving?

Isn't this planet we think of as home also just a spaceship at the edge of the Milky Way, part of our known universe? Aren't we all truly just astronauts within, hurtling through space?

We have to make this journey count for no one else can do it for us. But I don't know how... How to make it count? 

Wednesday, July 27, 2022

the extent of infinity

days have passed
the sun has risen and dipped
in place of the moon
yet, i haven't known the extent
of my love for you;
you haven't known the extent
of your love for me.

yes, you. 

you, of the color of the earth
for even flowers confuse you for
home.
am just a-bee!

James Webb shows 
we're just markers on
rules set for us by time.
we had to collide:
even our briefest moment together
lasts the longest in our minds.

to spend a lifetime together,
you must want to spend an eternity
with yourself. 
And so like me, love yourself because of you
in me, me in you.

Like me, remove the walls around you
brick by brick
And let's watch love grow and 
bloom together:
in our once-solitary sanctuary.

let's catch the falling stars,
the distant galaxies,
and sprinkle them on all the stardust in our love,
while inside us,
we teleport
some magic,
some chaos,
and some poetry.

i hope to end
our life together,
like we started,
in truth.

May our love alone continue...
And, this poem too.

Sunday, June 12, 2022

A poem to a poetry in motion

A word is not enough, 
Unspoken, unwritten is she.

A noble deed born,
Undone, done, reborn.

A seed, a flower, a mother,
Blooming, withering, budding again.

A wind, a tree, an ocean
Blowing, growing, burdening,
Again and again.

Her eyes contain the universe,
In which is my small world,
Which I try to capture
With my small words...
In which my love 
Is born, blows, blooms, grows, and with
Her each unspoken word,
It burdens itself.

For my words can't carry the weight
Of this entire poem.

This feeble poem on a
Poetry in motion, known better as the seed of the flower that becomes a tree, which burdens the ocean in parts. 

My cinnamom, my humble pride.

Friday, April 08, 2022

Thehraav

What a word!

Like I can make love to her and watch her orgasm.

And be still in her stillness,

Inside and outside.

Thehraav.

Ghar ban jaate hain...

Is kiraye ki bhoomi par
Kahin kiraye ke makaano mein
Rahaa hu mein.

Kabhi doston ke ghar par, 
Kabhi ajnabeeyon ke dilon mein,
Kabhi raaston ke kinare,
Kabhi nadiyon ke kinare.

Kabhi kis dhun ke leher par,
Kabhi kisike mutti ke uss paar,
Kabhi hosh mein,
Kabhi aaghosh mein.

Ab, koi yeh batlayein kii inn
24 makaano mein 
Mera ghar kaunsa tha?
Meri yaadein kahaan rehte hain?

Jab kiraye ke makaanon mein, 
Hum yaadein banaa lete hain, 
Tab, kya wah makaan ghar ban jaata hain?

Makaan mein jab hum kisi se pyaar karte hain,
Kisika intezaar karte hain,
Tab, kya wah makaan ghar ban jaata hain?

Ro, ro kar jab phir ek baar
Jeene kii ummeed rakhte hain,
Kya tab wah theekana,
Uss musafir ke liye ghar ban jaata hain?

Iss ghumti hui bhoomi par,
Ek chotaa sa aasmaan hum basaate hain,
Tab, kya wah aasman ghar ban jaata hain?

Gharonda kya deewaron se banta hain,
Kii chatt se?
Kii pairon ke neeche jo zameen hain,
Us se?

Jab koi makaan ke darwaaze ke upar 
Aapka naam likha jaata hain,
Tab, kya wah ghar aapka ho jaata hain?

Kiraye kii shareer mein,
Doosro ke mann mein,
Kahiyon ke sawaalon ko dhundthe hue,
Jab hum kahiyon ke jawaabon ko leker
Khud ek sawaal ban jaate hain,


Tab, kya wah sawaal aur uss sawaal ka
Jawaab ghar ban jaata hain?

Monday, March 07, 2022

Obscure Sorrows

Life's a wonder,

In life, I ponder.


Forever, the seas and skies

Outside and inside, my mind races into the 

Wide blue yonder. 


Even beyond her.

As the still mind wander(s),

And we grow through age and time, to each other, fonder.

I hear a sudden peal of thunder:

Sonder.

Friday, August 20, 2021

Tum kya ho?

Koi sheher ho tum...

Bombay ki meethas aur masala hain tum mein,
Madras ki mandiron
Ki pukar hain tum mein.

Bangalore ki sard raaton 
Ki sanaata hain tum mein,
Pune ki masti aur maze 
Ki baat hain tum mein.

In sab sheheron mein base logon
Ki pareshaaniyon ka ilaaj hain tum mein.

Himalay ki goonj bhari khamoshi hain tum mein.

Mere har ghar
Ki ehsaas hain tum mein.

Wednesday, July 28, 2021

You and me in us

On the oak as a creeper rests, 
As the lungs give out, finally
In death, even, we look 
Beautiful.

As the parched lips, chapped skin
Say goodbyes to rain,
Devoiding the desert grass of dew,
My body soaks in your thoughts
Even as your lips touched my soul.

At war with our own selves,
When we've finally overcome,
The enemies within, we forged
A new battle to forgive
All our wars past.

In this transient lifetime,
With close deaths of closer lives,
Your permanence soothes
My cuts that bleed loneliness. 

Life spent picking flowers
For deities unworthy of worship,
You got me to pick myself
Like a scaffolding for a temple in ruins.

Let us be wild, good, and lasting
Love helplessly.
For, let us be the last of our kind:
A legend for kids tomorrow, 
Running wild and free.

Thursday, December 31, 2020

What a year; the year that was 2020!

Days, weeks, months, years pass by. The pale blue dot continues on it perilous though insignificant journey, except that it gets a bit significant through human eyes.

In my eyes, 2020 will be defined and remembered for a lot of right-wing and fascist political parties showing their true intentions and colors. This year will be edged in our collective memories as a space and time when during a pandemic, the government and the powers that be chose to look the other side. When peaceful protests and dissents were violently crashed. When India became a pale version of itself... Its future as a true democracy in dire straits... When a temple became more than the deity inside it... When the deity's idol became more important than the deity's ideals...

All through this year with its unplanned and sudden lockdown with the most disastrous consequences showed India its true identity. That we were mostly bigots in the hiding. That the so-called urban educated believed in religion over state and caste over humanity. Most of the NRIs, with their rose-tinted spectacles for the PM and his ilk, were singing bhajans and completely veiling themselves from the realities on the ground. The largest reverse migration in the history of humankind was invisible to the government and the courts.

This was a year when I felt sad that I am an Indian. Truly ashamed of my govt, my people, and especially those who voted for the nincompoop and his ilk.

With WFH becoming the norm, and changing my job mid-year where the scenario was better-to-avoid-than-being-avoided kinds, I had overcome yet another crossroad in life. High risks were always a part of my life. 

I have always gambled huge, lost some along the way but in the end have always learned, loved, and won my own heart. For life as it is, is my only teacher.

The way forward was filled with fear and apprehension and the only solace, the only comfort, the only source of truth was her and through her, my newfound family. 

Alex brought in a kind of cheer, a bundle of joy that made my heart erupt with the purest form of love. His kisses, tangential conversations, trivial deeds, and questions of pure innocence made me feel like a father. His pecks, kisses, hugs, and story-reading sessions made me a child once again. His bad words and waiting for my reactions, his hyes and byes, and the way he'll run to me if and when hurt makes me want to outstretch my arms to this old addiction called life.

Andrew with his excitement, banter, and tireless topics of conversations made me feel wanted. He reached out to me in his moments of need, of attention, loads of self-contemplation, and hidden sources of sorrow. At the tender age of just 10, he made me realize and taught me the importance of being a fatherly friend and a patient guide to a boy, who hardly ever listens to what you say. Yet, his natural love and care makes you want to be there for him as he goes through this transition period in his young life.

My Cinnamom baked her life out this year while life baked her in more ways than one. 2020 tested her to the core. With her health levels plunging to the lowest of lows while her stress levels beating her previous records, it was a truly testing phase in her life. 
Her musings, her passions, her writings, and a few OTT series and movies kept her sane during an insane 2020. 

All through, I stood by her like a rock while she was my deep sea anchor. We complemented each other in every way possible. Deep conversations, solitary dual silences, a few disagreements, partner workouts, home gym, healthy food, verbal arguments, love bites, cafes, hot chocolates, home-baked pizzas and pastas, common friends, and sweet nothings... All became a part of our life and lifestyle as a family. 

We laughed between the sheets, made love in the open, stayed at her farmhouse, went on our first long ride, and even persuaded the police to meet each other during the strict lockdown with cleverly detailed and well planned moves! 

End of August saw me moving closer to her residence, which was a dream-come-true moment. With her house being just a stone's throw away, we got to be together almost every day. This gave us a feel of how life will be together. The mundane daily transactions, such as bill payments, other expenses, shopping for provisions and vegetables and fruits, planning our days ahead et al gave us an idea of who we truly were behind our ideals and moral compasses. 

Such days allowed me to silently catch glimpses of her true love and care for all her fellow humans, animals, and plants across all walks of life: feeding strays, baby-talking to them on our way to shops and back, looking after Skipper when he was unwell, advising her old and some long lost school friends through honest conversations, helping her maid, Padma, helping her hairdresser, Hanuman, visiting her cousins, and being there for all of them... Quite objectively, she truly is the best human being I've ever met and I've met quite a few throughout my brief but eventful life. :-)

All her close friends became my close friends too though I could not say that about a few of my close friends. I would have loved that but that's fine. 

As the year comes to a close, she's inspired me and pulled me from my depths of self-doubt and low self-confidence and made me shed a good 10+ kg while gaining lean muscle mass. Our new Honda CB350 doesn't look bad when I ride it now. :-)

2020 made life and love worth it. 2020 made me realize the importance of looking after my family, old and new. 

Here's to a hopeful, healthy, and happy "family-full and love-filled" 2021. :-)

Thursday, November 26, 2020

After a stormy night

For the butterfly, it is out,
For the firefly what is within.
You and I survived this stormy night together,
Both inside and outside.

Our conversations and compromises
Change with the sky and stars
Like the raging storm that passes by.
We fall like wet twigs outside
Like stardust inside.

Let me hold your mind
And eyes
Like my poems hold your body
Like a catalog. 

Friday, November 20, 2020

Haikus - II

I. Gifts, scars, pity, hot chocolate?
What do you need, I feel...
My relentless love, tireless attention.

II. Sleepwalking prayers, like unconventional rains
I am not sad about myself...
Your broken things, muted pains.

III. I wish the autumn carries
Flowers in her back pocket, like you...
Drink the moonlight under a cocoon.

IV. Unwinding onions, layer-by-layer
Hold a wildflower in a storm, like your
Past peeled off but unfathomed.

Wednesday, November 18, 2020

Attempting Haikus

I.
Does the heart cry like rain?
Or, is it the mind that binds?
Come, flow like love in-between. 

                                                            II.
In the era of sunny #s
With neon-lit thumb typefaces,
She writes a love letter.

III.
Donut-shaped eyes afire
Bitter butter-soaked hands bake...
She stripteases our past lives.

Wednesday, November 11, 2020

Stillness in a workout

The calmness and the solitude you get while working out is similar to meditation. Either I am doing it right or am doing both wrong. :-)

Today, during my workout, I have begun to understand why Shaolin monks practice Kung Fu. How the mind does win over matter, if trained hard. 

Boundaries of 'the other' and 'my body' blur temporarily. Oneness permeates within, without thought.

As your body struggles and shivers, your mind stills. 

As your breath tries to escape, you let it go.

Each breath you take becomes a measured one. Each rep and each set starts being accounted for. Just like each decision, each change, each event, each action and inaction. Just like life. 

You know you control most muscles of your body; you also realize most of these muscles control your thoughts too.

Each workout is a lesson in humility. 

There's only this much weight you can lift, this much burden your mind can carry. For all the weights you lifted, all the breaths you took, all that you burdened your mind with, will one day turn to nothingness. 

We all end up as five elements and maybe a few more. For only time will tell our stories only to be forgotten in time.

Monday, November 09, 2020

Companions

People come, people go.
Like seasons and the winds, 
They change. 

With you, I can sit in a ruined city
And paint the heavens
And, like a mountaintop that touches
The clouds,
I want to touch your touch.

You're a stranger, who I know well, 
A strange dreamer who knew me well.
We wear each other's skins.

A savior, a hot cup of chocolate
In winter,
A book that my mother reads,
You're a temple for my broken mind
And healed heart.

After all, we're:
Companions of each other's
Sacred scars,
Storming in a tea cup,
Frothing in a coffee.

Wednesday, November 04, 2020

A few things

You're...

Deep conversations,
Loud laughter.

Unanswered questions, 
Avalanche of emotions.

Classical music,
Romantic novels.

Treasured memories,
Incensed fragrances.

Old books,
Stolen kisses.

...Just a few things,
I'll give up for
You.

For, you're...

Monday, November 02, 2020

Mating clouds

I wonder:
How even a fallen leaf reminds me
Of her?

As a train chugs by,
And insects mate with LEDs,
Both creating neon images,
I sit up on her bed 
And wonder: 
How this came to be?

In a sleepy, remote village,
Under a thatched roof's lighthouse,
As a rooster crows early morning,
Waking up even the goats,
I sit up on her bed 
And wonder: 
How this came to be?

As dark, about-to-mate clouds arrive,
But don't ejaculate,
I stand on her parched fields
And wonder:
How between our bedsheets, 
Those clouds mate?

Entangled

Your smile, 
My words,
Are entangled particles
Even if far apart. 

Entangled beyond comprehension
Like two hearts need to break
To find love all over again.

As our inside selves are found,
Will the cosmic bodies burn out?
Will the cityscapes turn into tombs?
Will the lights go off and sounds fall silent?

Till then,
Shall we smile
At closed and bitter mouthed strangers too?
As you look at your reflection in the mirror,
Shall we quote a word or three?

Thursday, October 29, 2020

Submarine

Is that a dew drop or a tear
That rolled down your petalled cheeks near?
I know we're getting there
Without fear,
For there's grass, sand, running water here
Beneath our feet.

If only my words
And all that jazz that

Make up my poems
Could be stored...

In glass jars

On your cupboard shelves,
You could taste them 
Like your chocolate cravings.

Darling, come hold my hands
Not only b
ecause 
Yours was empty
But, also to fill mine.

Let us partake of each other's past
And pain
Like ol' rose wine.

Because only
Once in a while,
A joint dream turns true
Like a nuclear submarine
Out of the blue.

Wednesday, October 28, 2020

Barter

Starlight in her eyes,
Ghosts in mine.

Hope in her eyes,
Treasure hunt in mine.

Care in her eyes,
Madness in mine.

Poetry in her eyes,
Muse in mine.

Wings in her eyes,
Mine own the skies.

Fog in her eyes,
Rain in mine.

Thorns on her head,
Wounds on mine.

Now, come.
Let us 
Change sides.

Monachopsis

Tears on paper
Blot as ink.

Like a Samurai sword
Slashing a petal.

You're s
toic to 
Unspoken pains
Though unsaid words
Bleed each month
From your womb.

Tentacles of bastard memories
Entangle you; you
Wrest free each time
Only to be wounded anew.

Come, dance with me.
Leave your monachopsis behind.

You know you're afraid,
You know, you're not alone.

But am I as 
Scared
as you?

Are you as
Scarred
As me?