28th October is Here!

27th October 2013

A bachelor's den. Taps running dry.
Impetuous arrival at the ceremony.

Bashful attempts to hide the creepy footwear.

28th October 2013

And the night descended.
Youth shone in all its (vain)glory.
Narcissism in all its hues.

A wedding procession soaked in mirth and wine.
Amused like a six year old, He saw it wide-eyed. And attempted to snatch the merriment as much as He could, however unwonted.

Trying to mingle with the dominant flavour.
Supressing and deliberately ignoring his own.
Maybe this was how it could be gotten, joy.

Donning new ethos, he beamed and jigged. Unimaginable. Liberating in a way nonetheless.

Dichotomy-- an old companion. How could it remain far behind. Two hundred meters away someone had ceased to be. A road-accident someone informed. There He was in the chasm between life in all its glory, and death in all its pervasiveness. It was easily brushed aside. The illusory and elusive mirth had to be insulated from reality after all. How precious it was.

One bed.
Four contenders.
Night-long nudging and pushing.
Errotic snores.

29th October 2013

Blobs of butter melting on hot paranthas, munchable sandwiches.

A hub of capitalism.
A world of fantasy.
The luster of the wares gleamed in their eyes as lust.

On ice glided the charmer, from this end to that. That smoothness incredible.
On the frozen ice He could feel his heart melt.
"You were much better towards the end," were the parting words, punctuated by a smile. And an endearing accent.

Upon returning home, He smiled as he nursed a bruised knee and fanciful mind. :)

कुरु यदुनन्दन

Rub some salt of hope

On my wounds, so that

I may sing.

Shriller. And shriller still.

Bind me in darkness

Delirious, so that

I may dance.

Madder. And madder still.

Drown me in solitude

Delicious, so that

I may float.

Lighter. And lighter still.

Impale my imperviousness

Immense (and noxious), so that

I may heal.

Quicker. And quicker still.

Stifle my meagre mind

With wishlessness, so that

I may breathe.
Easier. And easier still.

Underline my eyes

With kohl of oblivion, so that

 I may see.

Clearer. And clearer still.

Push me from the nadir

Of my vanity, so that

I may fall.

Deeper. And deeper still.

Stoke my soul with passion, and
Fill my body with love, so that

I may fly.

Higher. And higher still.

And then shatter into pieces

My heart, so that

I may grow benevolent.

Kinder. And kinder still

O Unfair Master! I pray to thee:
Colonize my heart,and

Enslave my mind, so that

I may be set free!

Freer. And freer still.

 

~ aviD

                                                                         

 

There

Like
fair play in the world;
'b' in subtle;
reason in love;

Like
sight in Soordas and Homer;
'sense' in nonsense;
intermolecular space in solids;


Like
stars during the day;
meaning in life;
God in an idol;

Like
righteousness in Right;
feasibility left in Left;
equilibrium in Centre;

Like
Change wrought about by time,
day by day,
in things sub-lunar;

Like
my literary talent;
escape in sleep;
beauty in death; 

Like
Eternity in a moment;
Cosmos in a granule of sand;
truth in what poets write;

Like
Radhika in Bhagwatam;
Sensation of pleasure
and pain in a dream.

Like
the sixth Pandav;
originality in Shakespeare;
and efficacy of prayer.

Like
the weight of air,
you, O beloved! are always
there yet not there.

~aviD

Laughter

Smile gathers
around your lips
slowly
and then becomes
laughter,
all at once,
like the new season
which slinks in,
day by day, night by night,
and then ushers in,
all at once.

~ aviD

"No pic, no reply"

I said:
My mind forbids
pinging you
but my heart doesn’t comply.

All they said was: “no pic, no reply.”

Pictures are not people;
People are not pictures.
Understand.
At least try.

All they said was: “no pic, no reply.”

We could make it meaningful,
deep, lasting and beautiful.
Let us take this beyond
the mere demand and supply.

All they said was: “no pic, no reply. ”

Together we could share
our lows and our highs.
We could laugh together,
maybe even cry.

All they said was: ” no pic, no reply.”

We could walk on the shore,
Collect shells, build castles.
We could gaze at stars
under a moonlit sky.

All they said was: “no pic, no reply. ”

We could do long drives,
musical nights, shopping sprees.
We could explore new eateries.
Heck! Even barbecue, bake and fry.

All they said was: “no pic, no reply. ”

Then time flew.
More impatient I grew.
I learnt my lesson by and by.
One fine day I too wrote:
“Golden rule apply;
No pic, no reply.”

~ aviD

Beginnings...

Winter has begun
to whisper
again.

The air seems
to have regained
its grace.

Fans haven't been
put out yet.
Yet we clasp our sheets
tighter
as we nestle in our beds.

Soon the winter will yelp,
a silent, bone-chilling yelp.

The air will get colder,
beds warmer,
my soul darker.

Bodily warmth doesn't suffice
when the soul craves warmth;
the warmth that can make it
melt,
and can recast it in a mould
in which it once
dwelt.

~ aviD

शरद पूर्णिमा

At a certain hour
        and a certain thought
        in the night,
as I lie in my bed,
      mostly awake,


     Moon-rays come
     knocking at my window,
              boisterously,
    when the moon positions itself
     right across my window.

Perhaps to sympathise;
Perhaps to mock.


          Tonight too,
           'tis so.

   It looks at me,
     expectantly,
    as it bleeds,
    waiting for me
    to nurse it.

I wish to have no
truck with it though!

       Why, it's a gloriously bitter reminder,
            this moon, full and whole,
              of a promise unfulfilled
                      and broken
          that haunts my dark soul.



|| याताबला व्रजं सिद्धा  मयेमा  रंस्यथ क्षपा:

  यदुदिश्य व्रतमिदं चेरुरार्यार्चनं सती: ॥ (Bhagwatam.10.22.27)    


~ aviD