Sunday, January 7, 2024

Susegado

 An afternoon

On a Sunday


I am watching the sunlight outside

There is some impending sleepiness 


The mopping machine is working in the background

Tulika telling me something to give my voice for


I decide to sleep

The place I was sitting


The problem was that the legs could not be extended

As there was blanket kept on the bed 


Tulika was telling me to do something 

And in the middle of this 


I slept

Trusting the world will keep spinning on it’s axis when I wake up 


The work will be taken care of 


One good sleep in the middle of everything

Like stealing one good moment from the hustle of life

Without thinking much


And somehow felt so good when I wake up 


And to write this into a poem is almost a sin 

No great moments, no great story, nothing great


Yet, simple has won my heart forever 

And this is one hug to that experience of simple in our lives

Wednesday, January 3, 2024

Hurt , Hurt , Hurt

 I have been hurt

Many times


Once when I was playing 

It was painful

Yet , playing was too much fun


Once when I loved

It was painful

Yet, loving is my essence


Once in friendship

It was painful

Yet, friendships makes me trust in humanity


Every time

There is hurt


Something changes


Sometimes the play changes

Other times the player


Sometimes, the people you love changes 

Other times, the way you love


Sometimes, the people that are your friends

Other times, the way you choose a friend


Hurt is life’s way 

To pause and look

In and out 


To see life as it is

 Into the corners of our hearts 

Which we have chosen to ignore 


Monday, January 1, 2024

A loving gaze

 My son


Watches me 

Without blinking his eyes


With an unconditional love

When his eyes become smaller

With a half baked smile 


It is the showering 

Of the blessings of God


He doesn’t know who I am

As if the God is looking at me


Saying that I don’t need to know

Who you are 


Life is cruel

At some levels 


Yet 

In some moments 

It simply makes sense

Wednesday, December 13, 2023

You read it right

 I write

And people said good things 


I write 

And people said nasty things 


I write

Sometimes 

To some of them

Thanks

Fuck you

Okay


I write

About the noise of the traffic

In a busy city 


I write

About desires in people’s eyes

Sinful and alive 


I write

Honestly


I write

The maddening rush of people to dominate

Come what may


I write

Of friendships broken 

In a heartbeat 


I write

Of love suspending in time and air

Freezing the moments of truth


I write

The hearts caged by the people whom you trusted


I write

Of magic 

in the mundane around


I write 

Of an ephemeral

 life


I write

When life 

wants to express


I write

I write 

I write 

Saturday, October 21, 2023

Once more

 I lost in love

She lost in love 


And we got married 


I stopped eating sugar

The sweetness she brought in my life was enough


To smile once more 

To care once more

To take a chance once more 


I don’t know what love was about 


But life is about this


Wednesday, October 18, 2023

Battles and demons

 I have seen many people 

Getting 


Rich

Famous

Fit

Powerful


What I have found very rare 

Is

Genuine 


Love

Friendship

Care

Respect 

Peace

Joy 


I know the battle is tough 

To fight one’s own inner demons


Yet,

Isn’t it the only battle worth a fight 

Friday, September 15, 2023

Chi

I woke up 
After a good night’s sleep

The first thought 
That zoomed across my mind
As I watched into the mirror 
After splashing my face 

What will your answer be if someone asks about
“The best moment of your life “

The answer that came 
Was equally baffling for a morning 

The best moment of my life is 
“The few moments before when I splashed water onto my face “ 

No big awards day
No big emotional day with lover
No big day like marriage

Where is the story ? 

Days went by 

Stuck with the question and with the equally mysterious answer

Another question popped in an afternoon 
What is the most beautiful scenery that you have seen ? 

The answer was no less intriguing this time

It was the view out of the balcony with trees waving and sunlight falling on them

What ? 

Just an ordinary view out of my ordinary balcony 

Can’t my subconscious answer 
The places I have travelled with friends
The faces that have frenzied my hormones in youth

Again no story, no context , nothing big 
Just an ordinary view from the balcony at a random day and time 

There is hope in these answers 

All of us have stories 
Of parents not respecting our individuality 
Friends doing the same 
Lovers abandoning in the middle of a plausible sweet story
Health and wealth troubles 

Well may be the story doesn’t matter 
May be living matters
 
Those moments we spend 
With our own selves 
Floating amongst the stars, the flowers, the colours
Without any context, without any story 
Is the whole of life 

And the story is the small five percent 
And the raw , mysterious life is the whole 

Where we stand naked at the same level
As the kings, the pauper, the athlete, the old, the young , the males , the females , the animals 

And that is all that matters 
Really