Solid Happy Memories

I will not say that I don’t think of you anymore. Neither will I say, that I think of you the way I did yesterday. But yeah, this is for certain, that I do think of you. As a friend you were dear, and perhaps, today, the only reason you reside in some chapter of my life's book, is, you were once a friend.

I still revel in the evening breezes we felt, the laughters we shared on the beach, the brisk walks we walked, the tears we wiped from each others cheeks. But somehow, I am not at pain anymore as I reminisce you. Somehow, the journey apart magically transformed to my favour. And I am at peace with my inner self. I have learnt to believe, that what you have this very moment, is all you could have had. I don’t know if that’s the universal truth, for a truth for me none-the-less.

We love people, give them a piece of our hearts, even though they didn’t ask for it. And feel like we're on top of this world. And then, things happen, and the pieces we gave away fall into some puddle of mud, where we cant find them anymore. We search for it, in futile desperate bids to glue them with their owners but in vain. And then comes a moment of calm self realization. Of letting it be, the way it wants to be, lost in translation.

We all have at some point gone through treacherous paths in life in different ways…relationships, health, career....and if we only keep the last moments in our memory when things fell apart...we tend not to be forgiving....but in every of those situation there is a high point...where we are really at the top of the world (well most of us are) and if you remember those times....maybe just maybe....you will have a forgiving heart and a lifetime of good solid happy memories....


I think that’s the biggest truth I have learnt in recent times. Thank God.

Allow Me.....

Let me love the mysterious you,
Love you like there is no tomorrow.
Let me see myself engulfed in you,
Tucked away like there is no sorrow.

Embrace the sky in your hands tonight,
And I shall kiss the zephyr onto your eyes.
Shall I bring you down a milky little star,
Unblemished from our truths and lies?

Cry if you want, cry if you need,
Right here, right now, in my demure arms,
Let them tumble, the ocean slow,
Of the tears, the colds and the warms.

I’ll stand near my tall French window,
And stare at the sky like you are too.
Will you gaze at the dots I have sprinkled all over?
Millions of them everywhere for you?

Stand here all night, I will for I know
You are too watching the night earth simmer.
Retrace the thoughts of us, I will, like you,
As the twilight leisurely turns dimmer.

The Perfect Ending.....

So in reality nothing actually is perfect....

Unless we strive to make it one....

Breathe life into me...

Breathe life into me,
And take me far far away.
A li'l into the blue, a li'l into yellow.
Let the patches of memoirs be blurred,
Let the tears roll down and dry.
Let's forget,
You and I aren't who we're meant to be.
My glassy panes hold tiny drops this morning
of a rain that fell last night.
And I traced a figure
on their transparent cheeks.
Somehow they made all the lines and curves
speak of the same old story.
They also talked of reminiscent flowers.
Do you remember those flowers?
They were so yellow and green.
And they stayed in my vase for long long time.
Till the dried petals crumpled themselves
And turned more sepia from ochre.
Till someone told me to let go of them.
I still wish if they could have lived forever.
From last summer to this,
and from last to this monsoon,
memoirs have been whooshing past.
Every time a dry petal falls
I have them by my side, above and below.
I am taking every moment
Lungful of air inside of me.
They engulf my heart,
like it was engulfed once upon a time.
Yet it doesn't rise or fall.
The yellow and the rains are filling me up,
They’re all that I can feel and see.
The panes are still staring at me,
a distant nothingness looming large.
And the figure is melting down slow.
I am thinking maybe you will come and see,
open my windows and let the air fly,
And breathe life into me…

WHY WOMEN LOVE MEN..?

I have come across numerous posts from male bloggers about women. About how beautiful they are and how wonderfully God has made them. It feels very special, when you come across men like this, and you consider yourselves lucky to have such men around you.
Ironically I have never read any post dedicated to the wholesomeness of men. They are always labelled as chauvinist pigs, who can never do one thing properly. (Ok, I admit the second part is damn right! Sorry fellas!) But that’s so wrong. With this post I want to let you guys know, why women love men. And this isn’t going to be about the bank balance, or the car drives, I promise.

So guys, why women love men? Women love men because,

· They get up in the morning and snuggle to you for a kiss, forgetting that your mouth may stink.
· They wake you up earlier than usual, to snuggle up to talk and laugh before you go to get ready for office.
· Every time, invariably every time, they’ll forget where they kept their spectacles, and expect that you seem to know where it might be.
· They call you for “Honey ! my keys !”, rigtht after they’re outside the door.
· They tell you that the only reason they don’t have a girlfriend is coz of you. Being a sister you take up so much of their time !
· They help you with the dishes, by just hugging you from behind and standing like there like that as long you’re at the sink.
· They go out in 12 at night just coz you so badly wanted to have mango juice.
· They shop for like 5 shirts at a time, and then feel all guilty coz they hadn’t thought of getting something for you, and then end up shopping for you too.
· They send you away for your job, and then worry about your timings, and still tell you when you must get back.
· They never say “that dress doesn’t look good”, they always say “ do you think its as good as that one ?”, and no matter what, “that one” is always 'the one'.
· They talk about you with such pride, not just coz you’re their wife/sister/daughter/mother, but because you’re you.
· Everyday, incessantly without fail, they’ll come to wake you up, and try pulling your blanket out, never realizing that you have grown to be a woman and aren’t the 10 year old anymore.
· They listen to the every little rant about office and college without fail on STD.
· They tell you "you’re beautiful" even when you’re in a white tee and denim jeans.
· They clean the bathroom without you having to tell them, knowing how you dislike doing it.
· They insist on applying oil to your hair promising for a great massage, telling you that no one will care when you’re married off, when all they end up doing is tousle your hair to infinity.
· They’ll never get their friends into your bedroom without checking on you first, even when they’re in the 10th grade.
· They walk in to the house with the shoes on, and make a full circle back to the shoe stand realizing there had been rules when you’re around.
· They look so cute when they’re asleep….aww….
· Their voice over the phone, more so in the morning when they call you just after waking up.
· They give you back rubs in your period days and make you feel like royalty coz they think something very terrible is happening to you.
· You get all dressed up, wax your legs and hands, manicure your nails, paint them nice, just coz they’re coming to see you, and they never notice !
· The way they know how to fix the every damn thing in vicinity.

This, and so much more. Men are such adorable creatures. Really! And I consider myself so lucky to have such amazing men around me. So I dedicate these lines for all you wonderful men out there, who are true loving souls and make every woman feel proud to be one.

I'm blessed I know you, as a dad, a lover, a bro.
I love and adore you to the depths of my core.
I would not have been, hadn’t you been there,
You make me proud to be a woman and more.

FRAGMENTS

Sometimes I play with your fingers when you're sleeping.
The fragrance of our yesterdays
still reminiscient on your tips.
How I want to wake you up and make love to you.
You know the kind when you actually feel your souls merging as one,
clinging to eternity,
emulating utopia.
But your deep breathing and pursed lips tell me,
this is not the time...
And I wonder...
When was the last time we shared a tender kiss,
when was the last hearty laugh,
when did you last wake me up in the mid of the night
to say you wanted me,
and where,
where is this drive for perfectioning our lives leading us.
Isnt it perfect already ?
As our feets touch,
you snuggle them closer to mine.
Maybe you still love me like you did.
Minutes tick away like they must,
and somewhere a clock strikes the chime,
The twilight is beckoned,
and a new day raises her sleepy head
on the other side of my window.
I'm stil lost in your thoughts,
thoughts of us - thoughts of me and you.
We started out with a puzzle
and went on juggling the parts
in a bid to fit the pieces together.
Tiny little fragments of life shared between us two.
The picture got its shape, the jigsaw filled itself too,
Amidst all this yet,
why does my life feel so empty,
when I have tried to fill it up with you...?

Paneer Tikka

She was lying on bed…alternating between life and death

She was frail with deep crevices on her face

And hollows in her cheeks, her eyes deep in their sockets.

When she opened her eyes, her thick cataract shone

The doctor had given her twenty-four hours to live.

“What do you want,” asked her daughter

“I want paneer tikkas and masala naan.”

“Have Ganga Jal,” said the daughter, “It is holy.”

“No,” was the hoarse and angry whisper.

She again lapsed into unconsciousness...

Was she going to the guillotine that they were asking for her last wish?

The paneer tikka arrived with the masala naan.

Her daughter first tried to put Ganga Jal in her mouth,

which she spat angrily.

She then put the paneer tikka in her mother's toothless mouth

And watched the serenity spread on her face.

What had God done to her in her ninety years

That she preferred panner tikkas to Him?