Gods in Stone...

well folks, this is a guest post for the one and only Mehreen (aka. Warm Sunshine). it's been a while in happening, and i thank my lazy habits for that. but here it is nevertheless. and oh! yeah, the guest post is up on my blog as well, once again thanks to my laziness that prevents me from coming up with something separate for this space...

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walking over the grass, turning it into a path,

miles traveled by the exhausted feet.

for a promise was made to the spirits of a journey

at the end of which await the Gods in stone.

time-traveled over generations,

the journey in me still remains

and one day it makes me walk the same path

to come pray to the Gods in stone

a vague poesy is my prayer

discarded just like that.

some words i said to the stone

never said back.

treading back

along the same old path,

the lament in me now poured out.

my eyes see things a bit clearer.

i traveled all the miles,

only to ask things of a stone.

so chide me for being so blind my lord

for i wanted you to mend my broken desires.

foolish that i was, but no more shall be

laying along the path, by the Gods in stone

i've been taught to see.

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the story of a lie and the truth...

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a little lie once was told.
wrapped in a smile & clad in plain white
nothing too fancy to behold,
it was just a little lie.


the plain truth once was said
slithering silently through the dark veiled eyes
a venomous spite, fraught with dread,
it was just the plain truth.


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the little lie if unraveled
becomes the venomous bitter truth,
and entombs the poisoned heart forever.

bringing a cheer instead of a mournful cry
keeping the dark veil of truth at bay,
is the innocuous little lie.

...so the moral of the story is?

walking amongst clouds...

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the old stone, damp underneath the feet
wrapped in moss, slippery to say the least.
i walk with careful strides with eyes set ahead
the many garish sights before me pass unnoticed.

and then i stop.

i see the misty haze waiting across the street
now i must walk amongst the clouds laying ahead.
slipping through my fingers they embrace your warm body
and caressing your raven hair rest upon your long eyelashes.

i wish i could touch them.

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for what its worth...

LAZY self reliant student Morphing into a mushroom devious COFFEE Vadapav History rolling not-a-somnambulist MUSIC Foodie Lover MIXED FRUIT JAM Paani Puris money foolish BOOKS smoke Kinetic SON running master cat FRIEND spontaneous COUCH POTATO rational Cricket gossip JESTER brother shutterbug secretive HOLIDAYS actor Writer SLEEP Guitar single vodka Cold rambling CONSCIENCE academic Wanderer JOYFUL crying BAD HAIR DAY djembe beats Movie Buff FLIRT casual Rajma-Chawal odd assimilating rains Blogger CURIOUS spiritual Poet cake chocolate Beaches hiking OPTIMIST reserved blue T-SHIRTS ice cream Classic Rock pacifist EXTROVERT cigarettes Jack Daniels traveller MSU jumpy Physics loud EASY duct tape Teacher candles Dogs unforgiving Trains angry SURPRISED justified Neat ordered Quirky shorts ECONOMICS liberal Over Smart CRAZY suave etc...

...ME

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while lazing around at the English department...

...go on. end of post. scram!

the monkey and the cloud!

"tut tut!! little monkey!"

dangling from the branch
reaching for what is but mine,
do you know that it might snap?

the moon shining in the lake below
is not for you to have, crave and desire.
she is not even real. just a reflection.

you shall but fall & drown!

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"tut tut!! stupid cloud!"

you think that floating up above
right next to the moon i love,
she is yours to have and keep?

you only obstruct her, conceal her
with you she can never really shine.
float away with the wind cloud.

I won't be going anywhere!

...so who do you think got the moon? :)

once again. insanity!

Fine Arts Annual Display 06' ~ Sukriti's works

...क्यों रे पागलपन, किधर था तू इतने दिन?

तुझे किधर-किधर नही ढूंडा मैंने।

बड़ा बत्मीज़ हो गया है तू...



...you, masquerading little daily puzzle;

24 pieces it says on the box.

some lost. most found.

its never a complete picture.

i finally see with my own eyes,

i missed you. you fool!



...रात भर जागे-सोए,

ईंह: आधे अरमानों को पुरे करने को देखे कुछ सपने।

दिन को सोए-जागे,

मेरे आधे सपनों को कुछ पुरे करने के थे अरमान...



...i wake up & go back to sleep.

you sure torment me!

crazy insanity...

Fine Arts Annual Display 06' ~ Sukriti's works

a musical folly corrected...

*Sigh!*

"i was foolish enough to attend a local rock concert. i had hoped against hope for good music. i was foolish."

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...so here's a bit of a saving grace. a little something for all Pink Floyd fans. don't ask where i got it all from. i have pretty much every fart sound those buggers made...

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ps: there are 4 tracks on the playlist...indulge! :)

a boy with his comic books...

"Did he who made the Lamb make thee?" ~ William Blake (the Tyger)

...spent time in the College, discussing poetry with the professors. this year's batch at the English department is sure to have their task cut out for them and a lot to contemplate about. Byron, Blake, Keats, Shelly, Tennyson, Milton, Lee Hunt...some of the ones i like are 'IN'. sadly, i am not a student of literature per say.

i have always pushed the idea of incorporating a study of a certain kind of modern literature, the comic book one, into the syllabus. comics have the capacity to open an entire world of human thought channeling it into a graphical vision that has only added to the meaning of the written word, despite being camouflaged in ink strokes. from my first comic book of Flash Gordon and emperor Ming battling it out, to my collection of Batman comics and the dark Kafkaesque insanity of the Joker's existence and purpose, comics have gripped me unlike any other form of written literature. if Nietzsche was the dark prince of the philosophical genre, who immortalized chaos and insanity and the utter lack of human morals in his books, it was the Joker that brought his ideas to life. the Sandman saga of Neil Gaiman re-established the existentialists and their order of the inevitable death and the meaninglessness of the resurgent and constant human effort against the unstoppable tide of time. sometimes bodering on the very edge of our foundations of right and wrong and even God. comic books and poetry have a lot in common. it is the idea underneath the ink that lures, and in some cases to the ones that dig deeper, it appals.

Watchmen. ~ Alan Moore

...sometimes nothing need be said. sit back and enjoy.

"Economics might your bread and butter, but Literature is your jam and honey that you so very like to spread over your bread."

~ Susanne Ma'am

...i do have a sweet tooth.

here and there and again...all in the rain!

the feline's lazy stretch is interrupted midway and suddenly his fur springs up, electrified...the ears twitch continuously and in one leap the cat is at the window. looking out. disapprovingly. cats never liked water anyways. i am a different story.

like the parched earth, i too await the first rain...to drench in it. to let the water droplets spatter all over me in their fall from the heavens. to listen to the booming call of the thunder that promises more rain. to see the streaks of white lightening dart down from the skies, telling me that my wait is over. now is the time to indulge. rejuvinate. and i do what i always did as a child. run out and stand in the rain...

"for a while a part of me long gone, lives again in the rain."

...then i take the bike out for a ride. stop by at the chai-walla. but today i shall order a coffee. "ekdum kadak karna mausi." light up a cigarette. sit down and see the world pass by, some running helter-skelter to escape the downpour, others calmly soaking up like me. on the way back home it is the obvious stop at the paani puri walla. indulge me!

"the 'current' me has his own way of enjoying the rains. "

...today was the first rain of the season.

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inside Crossword

rains mean books. a few shorter hours spent picking up the right ones i would want to read...

...and long hours by the window reading whilst the rain drizzles outside.

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pigeons are filthy birds. i never really liked them. to me they are pigs with wings. just that they are uglier. the cat too has a certain disdain for them. he merely swats at them with his paws...




...but they do make for being good subjects for the camera!

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pot by the window. not pot-head by the window...

the pot by the window

the pot (b/w)

the water pipe

...and a few things beyond the window as well.

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the lemon law is quite simple. Barney swears by it as do many economists (the Lemons & Plums story!)...

dumped lemons

...guess someone else does too. more than Barney and the economists!

*reference: How I Met Your Mother*

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eventually, we all come back home! but the real fun lies en route...