and after the day comes to an end
after the night sleeps and lights close their eyes.
after stripping off layers of pretense
and wearing down the walls.
after the swallow flew back its nest
and after the one legged man set his bowl aside.
after the smells of sweat
and charcoal burnt tandoors, have settled down in the streets.
after the eyelids started to caress the cheek
and my breath, your neck.
after saying goodbye, only to come back once again
and smiling after you returned.
after i had loved you to my hearts content
and after i had held you for as long as the sky holds the earth.

after all that had to to be done, was done
and all that had to be said, was said.

Nocturnal Affairs

jam and roti at 1:30 a.m. , old bollywood songs on the radio, pelting rain, spectacles, psychology notes, editing articles
.. and talks

:)

The nights were grey then.
Grey.
The color of your eyes.
Grey eyes, that pierced through my heart.

Heart.
My heart.
A red, raw heart.
These days, the nights are red.
Red and raw.

Strangely, they all
From a Hemmingway quote
To rail tracks by the Ganges.
From snapshots in sepia
To black horses running wild.
They all
Remind me
Of you.

You.
Burnt memories of you.
But does it matter.
Does it matter,
That it rains no more on December nights.
That Ray Charles has become silent.
That my words have failed me,
Over
And over again.
Failed me,
Since you let go of my hand
At the crossroads of this very busy street.


These days, the nights are red.
Red and Raw.

so maybe staying with mom is not as cool as i thought it was going to be ..

:( :(

ami ma ke jiges korlam je in'dur ke "nen'gti in'dur" kano bole . ma bollo, "se jama pore na bole."

jodi nen'gti in'dur ke nen'gti ei jonne bole because se jama pore na ..




tahole to bagh o jama pore na .. to tak'e ki "nen'gti bagh" bola hobe ?

:O

A Day in Our Lives

• woke up late, hit the snooze button five times.
• got shouted at by Ma and shouted in reply.
• reached school and went around telling people to plait their hair and confiscating danglers.
• missed the first class running after house captains.
• bunked the second.
• slept in the third and halfway through the fourth.
• studied (read:did nothing) in the rest of the fourth period.
• hogged in the fifth.
• held meeting during break and pretended to be very important.
• caught a classmate on the phone , in the loo.
• reported her.
• found out a friend had brought a cellphone.
• had to report that too.
• got ignored by friends steadily.
• then got noticed again.
• cried a while because of the above two.
• cried some more.
• got into a brawl with a few others outside school.
• raved and ranted to another friend about how unfair life is and all that.
• ranted some more.
• realized that it is no good.
• walked back home with a face like that of a chimpanzee, having missed the school bus.
• reached home and slept immediately to work off anger.
• woke up and had a sudden, desperate urge to have pizza. on finding no pizza began cribbing.
• left for classes.
• line maro'ed very hot teacher. firangi, at that.
• went for pizza :) with Ma and Da.
• argued with Ma over watching tv.
• argued with Da over studying.
• argument turns into full fledged fight. therefore fought with both over the same.
• looked at self in the mirror and grimaced and became sad for a while over all that fat splurging out.
• rummaged fridge and found left over chocolate mousse from last night's dessert. became cheerful again.
• flopped on the bed and started writing. thought it was ridiculous so scrapped it.
• wrote, scrapped. wrote, scrapped. wrote, scrapped. wrote, scrra ...
• nada!
• sighed.
• stared at the concentric circles drawn on the fan.
• kept staring.
• switched off lights and hoped for some sleep.
• tossed on one side and fell asleep quickly.
• didn't dream.
• phew!!

"Walking gets too boring
When you know how to fly .. "

:)



-Gypsy

Solitude .

 

So maybe you're thinking that it was mean of me to start something of my own and breaking away from Poles Apart. But you see, that's not how it is. I am as much a part of Poles Apart as I was when it took its baby steps in the world.
My only concern is, perhaps That isnt one of the 'poles' any longer.



Anyway.
Here's what's new :
The Grumbling Bear has been posted to Srinagar. So the Wailing Banshee and I are going to be on our own. I am looking forward to that. :)
But you know something ? I feel a little strange. The Grumbling Bear had been with us for the last few years. This sudden going away after such a long time feels a little weird, in a bad way.

I think somewhere, I'm going to miss him.

He would perhaps roll over in his bed tonight, flip through the snaps and smile ..
He would then shut his eyes and feel his fingers entwined in mine ..

And I shall be satiated .. for that moment of bliss, shut out the world when I drift off to sleep and drown in his thoughts.

For that moment of bliss.