That little thing called life

 












A little limitless blue

amongst a maze of electric wires connecting cloud to cloud

A small peep of some warm earth

from behind the cold cloak of cement 

A shock of lush, life-full wild

in the sterile silence of large empty offices

A touch of cold rock under bare foot

amidst red pump-heels muffled in carpeted lobbies

A shriek of real pain, a flame of true passion

amidst calculated words and glassy eyes

The moon a little more fairer

sooted behind the exhaust fan in the kitchen window

And amidst all the chaos of living

that little something called life!

Notes - It started out as sentences but turned into a blank verse. I couldn't find the exact image that can go with the words, but this one comes close. Picture by Punit when we visited Vasai Fort.

Cinderella in Trekking Shoes

Born with a curse,

I speak in-verse,

And here the proof does lie;

Bitter like coffee,

Dark like chocolate,

I ain’t no sugar pie.

Keep it cryptic,

Yet play it straight,

Say it, but say it all;

My stage this world,

Am the spotlight girl,

Rest is illusion all….

Ma luv is in ma curses,

As honeyed as ol’ Brit verses,

Mean a lot more than I could say;

A rhythm in the vein,

No moment mundane,

Living on the ‘edge’ e-veryday.

I like it neat,

But life’s on the rocks,

Living always on a high;

It all seems,

Just like a dream,

And I can’t wait to fly.

Not a deli-cate dame,

Nor the Lord’s ‘tall claim’,

Jus’ an angel who forgot her rules;

Am a river wild and free,

Yet a ‘deviant’ mys-teree,

Like Cinderella in trekking shoes!!

Notes : I got a little bugged with the 'moon-june' poems, you know, the 'beauty of the flowers' and 'how romantic are the stars' types. Had enough of the dark poetry too, people can't seem to die in any newer artistic ways you see. So I thought of trying something 'refreshingly' ugly. Didn't have to go farther than a mirror too. ;)