Motion

The sprayed paint smiles at me,
telling me the motion of the careless stroke..
And so does the swirl of the hurricane..
And the swirl of the top..
I see motion as my carrot
turns into red pulpy juice..
And motion of the drill
as it's ready to use..
I see motion as I become unable
to read what's embossed on a Tyre..
Fatal threat I see,
in the moving wildfire..
Motion I perceive
As I see the birth of white
from the colors seven..
And those little snowflakes
falling right from heaven..
It's motion when I see a red dot
arise in the morning, turning into
its golden treasures..
And the motion of the invisible drug
behind wounds and sutures..
The motion of your rustling hair
and your swaying skirt enchants me
and of your blowing scarf binds me..
The motion of waves splashes me
and that of the surf washes me..
The stale white trail in the sky
gossips about the jet that just passed..
And smoke and gas warns
about the lava coming down fast..
My chest gets heavy with
the impending motion of an upcoming sneeze..
And the swift motion where in tag,
my daughter catches my niece..
The motion of the jamming knife
that sloshes the bread heavy on a roaster..
just the same way as the head gets heavy
due to the falling roller coaster..
The mechanical motion of an escalator
eases me
and of the massager pleases me..
The circular translucent blanket overhead
is the motion of the fan, comforting me
but the motion of a camera holder's hand
is distorting me..
The motion of adrenaline rushing
due to fear,
and the emotion of a falling tear..
When I run- through the beat,
it's motion I analyse..
When I sit- completely still,
it's motion I realise..!

The Dream

The phone rung at the perfect time, playing The Corrs. For the first time, she was so happy to have been awaken by a phone-call. It was her mother, calling upon her to share the latest family gossip. Having freshened up, she still couldn't believe what she dreamt.

They were sitting on a bench.. She vaguely remembered the surroundings.. 'Wow now that's a first..! No surroundings ka memory!' She looked on at him.. He wasn't looking at her. But his expression was highly painful. He said, "I just said not now. I never denied about the tomorrow!!" And a swelling of comfort rose in her.

Now all that comfort was gone.

"I dreamt about him. I thought I'd stopped thinking, with all those efforts to blacken out him.. Blacken out all those hundred things.. Perhaps blacken him out.. No. That's not it. Why blacken him?! Just straighten out the facts and then
Shit I'm thinking about him again !! STOP THINKING!"

And she shut her mind. She remembered she needed her cup of tea to get her day started.

Pulling back her hair into a rather untidy knot, she went to the washroom and splashed some November cold water. It stung, literally. Running to her room, she dabbed her face in her soft towel.

She missed her home. Home heals a broken heart. NO. Stop thinking..!

She sat down at the table facing one of the girls. The latter smiled at her, wishing a good morning.

She smiled back, hardly aware that her smile didn't reach her eyes.

The Criminal

Here's a story.. of a criminal...

The love for her made him crazy

She'd made a difference

The others were eye candies

But she, yes made a difference

He'd stare at her as she talked

Hoping she'd never notice it at all

All that love for her in his eyes

And she laughed back too

Glad of the attention

That her laughter gathered..

She was highly fond of him, yes

But was that any more, she doubted!

He'd think on about her

And observed her well enough

To get her thoughts and speak them out

That'd enchant her just like the magician

Putting out rabbits from the hat

She'd ask him to hop

And hop he would..

without a reason really !

She'd wait on for his call

And would bother if he wouldn't talk

She wouldn't accept that,

but her fondness grew steadier by the day

And even more by the night

He spoke to her veery minute

of the day that he could steal

And she blushed and flushed

everytime that happened

She started loving his tone

The tender way in which

He called out her name

But was too proud to speak that out

But it mattered more to her

that she cared to accept

He got a bag for her

And wanted to surprise her so

But his innocent fondness

Still made him tell her that..

And this impatience made her blush

It'd all been contained and unspoken

Until a night of alcohol

Spilt it all out

And things changed as never before

He openly accepted what he felt

But she was still afraid

Because she didn't know if it was

Fondness, complulsion, desperation or love

She never committed anything to him

Out of fear of wronging him

She knew how much he felt for her

And so did she care..

But still scared to go ahead..

But he made her comfortable

Made her bask in his love

Made her easy as never before

She could see herself warming to him

But her question to herself

was yet unanswered

She knew not the answer

But he knew her so well..

And he knew what it was

And hoped against hope

And out she went

To know the answer

She faced her fears and found them right through

And she hugged them, facing her conscience

Then shamefully hung her head

Down in front of him

Wronged him she had,

Or had she?

Yet lie low she must

For he only loved her

more and more..

She felt bad, but was proud to show so

Hence she hurt him, hoping he'd slow

Hurt he was, but love couldn't go..

He loved her more as she felt guilty

Of liking him first and walking off next

But if that was right,

what else could she do?

It hurt her to face him

But she'd liked him true, and felt responsible

Would never have had faced him,

Had she not felt so !

The criminal, my friends..

Was it he or she?

My high head down in shame unfortunately,

That criminal was Me.

To Life..!

You surround me

As you always will.

You'll tease me when I groan

And you'll applaud me at times.

You'll see my raging anger

Behind my flawlessly calm face

And my turbulent tears

Behind the cheeriest of my smiles.

You'll also see my faith in you

When you yourself strike me.

You'll laugh as you trouble me

Yet you'll respect me as

I strike them troubles aside.

You'll be charmed in my pious white

Yet you'll paint me black and smirk.

You will love me each time

I love you more.

You shall help me even when

I'm too proud to take your help.

You give me the red cloth

And you're the mad charging bull

Yet you'll be honoured as I face you

And take you by the horns.

You maternal smile

when I stay stubborn as a child,

And your humble bow to my acts

which you yourself have taught me.

You steal my hungry stomach's morsel

And you salt my wounds.

You surround me with friends

and cheat me as you take them all away.

You teach me to love

And you love it when I lose it..

Yet you make me fall in love

again and again and again...

What are you exactly,

I know not.

You drive me with a mad ambition

To master you.

Yet you humble me down to my knees.

You'll act as such to make me angry at you

You'll even make me hate you

But you've yourself taught me

To love you in a million ways

For you it is who makes me

And you alone is what's truly mine !

Ma

I never may comprehend you, Ma...

Though so much I think I do

I still keep doing what you say

Because all I know is I trust you

I look at them others and think

Of all your moral ways

I hated your scoldings but

They've truly made my days

I hate each time we disagree

And each time we fight

And I get even more irritated

Because you're actually always right

I yearn to see your smile, Ma..

Each time the train enters the station

Eating your delicious cooked food

Stays my only temptation

I like your grace and try copying

I try being quiet like you

But more as I write, more as I think

Ma, the more I miss you..

I never can be comfortable

Unless it's in your lap

You're really a friend Ma..

Cutting away the age gap..

I always felt I couldn't write about you

Because I was afraid to miss

Any slightest point at all

Lest you do displease..

I could never match your easy judging

And your wise remarks

How many lives have you touched, Ma?

And brought them laurels and sparks?

I want to keep writing, for of you,

There can never be an end..

Because 850 km away from you, Ma..

On you alone I depend..