It surprised many to see how disconnected he had been, 
Eyes swinging wildly between black, white and green… 
Passionately jealous and overwhelmingly possessive, 
Periods of silence when he was broodingly pensive…


Bundle of rational contradictions & contradicting rationale, 
Spark threatening to ignite almost as if on an extended parole… 
Years of practiced calm and collectedness being under a rhetorical question, 
Tears – shockingly a balm – all hoarded through all the emotional inflation,


Not overwhelmed but hurting himself, 
Not overhelped when hurtling himself…


Wheels of faith broken by spokes of studied logic, 
Not to say that he wasn’t being plain nostalgic; 
Structure being almost chokingly effective and efficient, 
Far cry from the unadulterated joy of being brazenly nascent… 

Did it boil down to the fact that he had been studied but never been seen ? 
People who claimed they cared about him all along never had been ?
Chemists or scientists, engineers or inventors,
All merely different forms of dry pretenders...

Or was it the fact that in the larger scheme of things he was a mere particle; 
What would he be if not all alone – after all he was a free radicle…

You bring us such happy moments without knowing us so far,

Without doing anything it feels like we have won a war;

Though your life is yet to have a start,

But in ours’ you already have such a part…

As the world waited for Krishna to arrive and change it once,

We await you to come and start afresh life’s lovely dance;

Seeing your image in the sonograph flips us over twice,

It is as if we were waiting perennially for the roll of this dice…

We know not what your face will be like – round, long or oblong,

Beholding you time and time again we’ll break into a song;

We know not whether you’ll be quiet or noisy,

But with you for us the picture looks much rosy...

Young one, you are going to be stuck with us whether you like or not,

Good or bad, you have been tied to us with this delicate knot,

Raising you will be like walking on the edge of a slippery knife,

Whether we succeed or fail trying – you are going to be our life…

Why did you forget me, old friend ? 
I always knew which way your life would tend… 
You thought you had gotten rid of me forever, 
But I had made a promise to leave you never… 

You trusted them more than me, with your life, 
I pitied you, for you were in a lot of strife… 
You were unfaithful; but I waited in a corner awhile, 
Laughing quietly at your innocent smile… 
Whisper in your deaf ears I oft did, 
But you ran away from the truth with all your speed… 
Did you not remember all those times we spent, 
With only each other to all those places we went, 
Tears you swallowed; Anger you kept burning within, 
With its flames even now sometimes I am seething… 

Did you really think they would truly understand ? 
Urges, Desires and Passion – those currents in your hand; 
Moments and memories, love and treacheries; 
O’ why did you expect – Is it their fault at all ? 
We were destined for each other – in yours arms I shall die… 
I am your dear loneliness, with you as much as you do deny, 
Whisper and I shall soothe; your anger I have always embraced, 
From kid to youth, your resolve I have always answered, 
It hurts that you still don’t have faith in me, 
Why do you still seek passion in those eyes that you see ? 
It kills me to see you suffer thus, 
Sleep my love, this is the way life is for us.

Musings of a bounced cheque...

When you gave me away you had that sly smile,
A far away look, as if across the length of the Nile…
Did you always intend this to be my fate ?
Did you know I would be degraded at this rate ?

One moment a prince, the next a pauper,

Designed to definitely come a cropper…
Am I a mere instrument for that inevitable transaction ?
Am I a mere shield to be used when in the thick of action ?

You have made me thus – thrown from one bank to another,
Even my custodians in disgust look at each other,
About my existence they did call you to inform,
But you let it pass as if it were less exception, more the norm…

To the mischievous lad you had me given,
Of your trust I was supposed to be a token;
You broke it – now you’ll have to pay for it damages,
Come the beginning of month these will be charges…

To my name they have added “Bounced” forever,
But you know it, coz for you it’s hardly the first time ever…

It was always so easy to just wave and smile,

Supressing what she really felt all this while,

So many expectations tied up with her actions,

What had she done to create such vile notions ?

Sharp rays shone through, blinding rather than lighting,

Sounds intended to be a prayer all rather piercing;

Goosebumps for no reason other than a sudden thought,

Rationale and logic all suddenly gone for a nought;

Eyes burning with a deep-rooted frustration,

The third crease on the forehead coz of the original expectation,

None of them interested in motives – all hung up on deliverables,

Neither conceptually clear, nor about the immediate actionables;

Their stupidity passed off as substance,

Lethargy as attention to nuance;

A plant like existence creating a comfort zone,

None choked by the grip of constant monotone…

Intensity they would worship without understanding,

Animosity they would accept without crossing,

All inherent and integral to what she was,

Delicacy and finesse hidden under a piece of gauze…

Fire and Ice; games of cats and mice,

None of it could be called very nice,

But what would one be without her burning fire,

She is meant to consume, for she is none other than Desire…

A dream, a revolution, a change – need it see so much carnage ?

An exercise in destruction or a desperate attempt to salvage,

Is it freedom to exercise the free will that excites the masses,

Don’t they see the only change is who they serve in the name of the classes ?

And do they want to exercise power and take all that comes along,

Or merely gloat in the vague perception of some emotional patriotic song;

Are they so high on the opium called religion to not see anything,

Why is there no one with anger and purpose whose eyes are seething ?

Does social awakening now serve a mere clerical purpose of documentation,

Revising the method of recording history, a minor periodic change in notation ?

The life of a dog appeals so much – to exist for years ten and then dissolve,

Doing nothing and being nobody seems to be a common popular resolve…

Leaving no footprint tangible or intangible, no interest bearing principal,

What to do – the common man has to first worry about his survival…