Escape

Anonymity of city
Cacophony of traffic
Infinite weekend public.
I am lost
walking down the London streets.

Merry Christmas

The bell rings
letting me know
the party has began
Christmas is here!
and Santa waits to
give me gifts.

Every year I decorate the tree
with ornaments hanging from each leaf
A new ornament to keep
for all the years to pass by.

As the years pass
increasing my collection
of cherish pieces
reminding me that
each Christmas year was Merry Christmas.


Enjoy this time of the year with friends and family supplemented by food and wine.
Wishing everyone Merry Christmas!

And then I came

Lot of jostling
Lot of trying
Lot of positions
Lot of pushing
And then I
decided to come.

I was made on
the day of thanksgiving
when it was unknown
to even my folks
that I had arrived
in there lives.

I lived in her shadows
for close to 250 days
Felt her emotions
and her love for me
already blossoming
from a bud to being a
spring rose.

Living a life
in a sheltered cocoon
I thought
time has come
to venture out
to see my creators
with my own eyes.

Lot of jostling
Lot of trying
lot of positions
Lot of pushing
And then I finally
decided to come
to welcome them
into a world of mine.

Happy Diwali

Feeling the blessings
of God
being showered on me today.
Being able to
light the lamps
to ward off
the evil spirits
and welcome
the happiness
the year will bring
along. 

Knocking on my door
is the goddess of prosperity
And being my selfish self
I clean the house
mop the floor
so that she feels invited
and decides to stay longer.

I wish everyone a very Happy Diwali and hope that you have fantastic celebrations.

The demons are back

The demons are back
haunting and scaring me.
I try to fight
the thoughts and fears
yet it manages to
show its ugly face to me.

The demons are back
haunting and scaring me.
Knocking on my head
slowly crawling in my sleep
making sure
that I can't rest in peace .

The demons are back
haunting and scaring me.
With its cankerous walk
slowly gnawing it teeth
having its poison fangs
all pointed at me.

I imagined I conquered
long time back.
Just when I think
its a thing of past
it manages to resurface.
I face it each time
more tired than before
hoping this is the end.

And again
the demons are back
haunting and scaring me.

I am here. Did you notice me.

This is what seems to be happening in the new age of social networking. You get up in the morning, open your in box, waiting to read what comments did your status message and photos got which you uploaded like 3 hour before or even 9 minutes before. Whether you had your first kiss, honeymoon, anniversary celebrations , friends get together, drinking night out, game night or even a drive back from office, you feel compelled to report your day to day activities on social networking sites. Was social networking meant to be daily journal writing?

In this age when so many privacy policies are being designed , minutely scrutinized and governed by regulations, without realizing we ourselves no longer want to maintain any privacy. I have as ridiculous 500 " friends" on any site and am willing to share all my happenings of everyday life with them. What so-called privacy I can maintain and try to fight for? All that we seem to be doing or in fact are compelled to do is to maintain a social identity for ourselves and we strive to maintain that everyday of our lives. It's an image to protect for. Even if I want to communicate to 5 people of my 500 friend list, I update my status/ post pictures for the world to see. It's a world of over-sharing.

Have you ever thought how much of your time we spend on sites checking for updates of people or photos of the people we are never gonna cross paths in life. As per the statistics face book has over 500 million active users and on an average we spend over 700 billion minutes per month on Face book.

I wonder where are we headed for. Is my life becoming so governed by the social identity I maintain for myself. If I do not post any news feed for 1 week, do I fear for being out of happening cool circles. We are in a world where everyday definitions are changing. We are changing our notions of privacy, revelation and self-display. In present times, we are in the process of evolution and beginning of a of a new social norm. Either we upgrade ourselves or die a natural social death.

Trip to Grand Canyon

As we sat round the fire
grilling chicken
gazing stars
talking about the moments
going into the past
Opening our
thoughts for inspection
of each other.

No pretense
nothing to hide
as naked
as a moonless night.

We hiked the Grand Canyon
gaining strength from each other.
No one was better
No one was weaker
We conquered
the hike
together.

As the trip
came to an end
we had moved ahead.
Walked a few miles
in our
bonds of togetherness
and
burgeoning
of a relationship.

Let me be home

I was scared

It was my fist day at play school
All I knew was
I am going to be away
from the warmth of home
and company of my toys
for eight hours
in a day.

No one had time
to play with me
Mommy had a day job
Daddy had a night job
Everyone seems
to be busy running
but no one runs
behind me
playing
catch me if you can.

When I complained
fought and cried
threw my legs in air
I heard them say
what a thankless child
cant see their hard life.

I didn't ask for toys
I didn't ask for candy
All I asked was
read me a story in the night
play ball with me
listen to my tales
cuddle me while I sleep.
Maybe I did ask for too much.
Maybe I should thank them
for running so much
all for me.

Twists & Turns

Was trying to remember
sex
in the way you liked
the best
my memories failed me
my dreams betrayed me
my thoughts killed me
I had no recollection left of you
in bed.

How did that happen
Did time erase the past?
I thought
I was married to those
memories
Did I get separated somewhere
in the journey
of whose done what.

I built my life
on those days
all that's left
is not even memories.
Should I be happy
Should I be exhilarated
I should be?
I did what was impossible.

I should raise
a toast to myself
yet somewhere
that little squeak
the little knot
yearns to open
the Pandora box.
How easy will that be?

Invictus by William Ernest Henley

Got this from the movie" Invictus" and found it really inspirational. This was written by the poet on hospital bed when his leg had to be amputated below the knee.

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

I am my own host,and faithful witness
Or shall the shadows of hell learey me through the night,
So I will take this sword, and banish it in the afterlife

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.