Tuesday, January 13, 2015

I Know

I feel you in the air
I know you are very close
And as I finish from one word to another
Your proximity increases
I know you don't plan the unplanned
I know it shall happen to us unannounced
And I know, I have had clues before just like you have had yours
And I also know that the time for figuring out the clues are nearly over
As I said;
I feel you in the air
I know you are very close.
And even closer by every other second.

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Notice for a Missing Girl.

She is fair and tall, a little slender though but not very athletic
Extremely lazy, and slow, but drags herself in grace
She was last seen in pensive mood walking by the corridors of my dream
In a jet black gown.
She had a pair of pearls fitted over her ears-
Aptly suited by another chain of pearls around her neck.
She was seen in light make up
Looked like she knew the reach of her natural beauty.
But she seemed well conversant with the fact
That her bold eyes look deeper once highlighted.
She is missing.
Missing since I was born.

She teases me in my dreams and leaves me empty at day break.
If you see her, please let me know.
I have waited long.

Friday, April 5, 2013

Are You the Girl?

I think I saw you today
Or may be not
For I was too lost in your eyes to be seeing you
While I explored the depths of your retina
Your dark red saree was a pleasant distraction
I think you complimented it with red stoned earrings as well
The ones that hang out to reach your nimble skin covering that
Adjoining part of the collar bones
Yes, I am sure it was those earrings of yours.
I remember you had told me once that they were your favourite
Infact, you wore them the first time we met.
I can’t forget it. For I was suddenly caught by this slim figure walking past me.
When I tried hard I could only see those red earrings peeking out of your silky hair’s lairs
I still sometime dream about that moment when I rushed to the tables where they were serving the buffet.
Only to be able to stand behind you.
And may be hope to hear your voice.
Yes! Truly after being stunned by your impact on my vision
My other senses to were desperate to realise you
You were highly engrossed in your friends
You noticed me only when you looked back to pick up a fork
My heart skipped a beat while you hardly cared beyond guiding that fork to your plate.
Now it’s my skin that wants your touch.
My nostrils have already smelled your fragrance, yet they are more demanding than my eyes.
I don’t know why? But it feels like they want to smell you once more.
My eyes would not do that.
They are easily contented or may be it’s your ability to leave lasting impressions.
My eyes tell me they can live my lifetime with that single glare at you.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Old School!

Met within four walls, separated by our imagery-
Sat next to each other in an air full of camaraderie.

Friends we became, jokes we shared amateur in our hearts.
Stood together, faced the wall for wrongful homework parts.

First sip of alcohol and the first drag of smoke.
Meagre loans when one had money, the other one was broke.

Age advanced and romance was ripe,
Crushes around and a tearful wipe.

Bills worth the late night calls-
Crazy parents, for friends, with us their brawls.

Met again the next morning with a new romance in our head.
Consolations old, cheers bold “Go get her if you are my friend”!!

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

In solidarity with the athletes! Not the nation! Not the Media

When the International Olympic federation suspends the membership of the Indian Olympic Association, it causes a lot of botheration and pain and the least of which is the inability to play under the tricolour. More importantly the issues at hand which are being missed out by the mainstream media is the considerable decline that will be witnessed in the amount of exposure the athletes have been getting.
Let it be absolutely clear that players and athletes have seldom received significant help from the puppet organisation mostly run by the ruling party at the centre. In fact reality would suggest pretty much the other way round where athletes of great mettle have vented their anger at the associations ignorant and insult full attitude towards them. Certain pivotal examples in this regard would be P.T.Usha, Dhanraj Pillai and many more. One thing common in the solution that these greats had proposed was to keep politics and more importantly partisan politicians away from sports who rarely come with any sporting genius. And today when the inevitable happens the beauracrats, the sports minister and even the heads in the association feign in an air of complete disbelief. While the International Association clearly hints that such a drastic step have been mandated only after repeated failure to reciprocate to the warnings issued by the international body to rectify their electoral process, the Indian Netas and Babus sweat it out to blame the international body itself and goes on with the same procedure of election which saw the rise of Kalmadi who is today infamous for amassing crores of money.
The major hurdle is yet to come. While the mainstream media is busy to cover the embarrassment of the tricolour very few seems concerned about the athlete. Yes! The athlete who sweats it out for 12-14 hours a day in training even after the government fails to provide for the basic nourishment needs of the citizenry in hope that someday he/she can make it to the big stage suddenly wakes up today only to realise that his ticket to the big stage has become all the more difficult only because the babus found their asses too comfortable in the chair. Not only will they have no national coverage but also less funds out of which the cuts in the process of reaching them still remains statutory like the warning on the cigarette pack.
So today the atheletes of India not only lack an identity in the big stage but also the funds that can help him reach there. And Olympics which is supposed to be an event of sports and athletes suddenly becomes a matter of nationality while the misery of the athlete goes unnoticed and unreported only because his misery does not sell as much as the national embarrassment.