haiku #2

words that kill
showered over a coward
who wanted to smile in work hours.

how did the beatles know?

At a point in life, where reality collides with magic and all hell breaks loose when practical life pours out of a floating dream; the Beatles restored my faith in magic last night and this is how.
My flat mate and I were blissfully sitting in our respective rooms convincing ourselves into believing that we were doing something creative or progressive by doodling and writing, when suddenly the lights went off. The cause for this unforeseen activity was the ‘tripping current’ as per our landlord; hence forth referred to as Uncle. I thought to myself; Tripping sounds like such an awesome thing for the lights to be doing! Uncle went down to fix the fuse and he kept turning it on and off, but to no affect. We were losing hope, sweating in the heat and feeling lost in the darkness.
Usually when you have nothing more left to lose, you suddenly feel like singing like a detached recluse. So I went; “nothing you can do that can’t be done…” and flat mate started giggling first and then joined in singing; “nothing you can sing that can’t be sung…”. Then I turned on the song on my phone because we couldn’t remember the rest of the words. The song was playing and we are laughing; forgetting all woes, the deadlines, the heat, the frustration and just singing along.
Exactly when the Beatles said: “all you need is love”; the light above our heads blinked for a second. We were overjoyed. Every time the Beatles said the magic words, the lights would blink and then finally by the second stanza’s ‘all you need is love’ the lights were back for good. We laughed and jumped like two wanderers who had discovered gold and exclaimed; “that was just like magic!”

Rain Check

A splash of water, whiff of sand,
a powerpoint presentation i cant withstand
i pick up my phone when i htink of you
but i remember then, that work beckons me and you
rain lashes unaware
as we build dreams under its clouds
and i stretch my palms to catch a drop of magic
that to this land does belong.

over my city
the clouds form a shadow
the sun shies away
and i look up to a better day
by afternoon you can hear them
like galloping horses
running from the shed
lightening strikes in heaven
unites with thunder, its long lost twin
the city becomes like a small town
and from my window i look down
at the palm trees and the tea stalls
chatter and banter while meeting calls
i wonder if i should keep sitting here in my silo
or run wild in to the lovely meadow!

Rose in a beer glass

The rose lay there,

waiting to be taken...
fleshed in red.

It is gone today
after withering in a beer glass,
the disappearing shadow of two lives

They live now; miles apart
in separate lives,
compartmentalized.

Has their story withered too, becoming nothing?

Onomatopoem

Knock knock - a reality check
tick tock - and i forget
question question - who am i?
why? why? - did i cry?
bang bang - he broke it
sang song - will we make it?
ping ping - the other calls
wink wink -i play mischief
think think - to make a choice
tring tring - i hear your voice
ouch ouch - it broke again
stitch stitch - i mend it
blow blow - my heart inflated
sway sway - all is ok
take take - i give it all away
giggle giggle - the tears dry
love love - one crazy emotion
knock knock - my door is open.

The Mad Hatter

mad hatter: if all this is a dream, it must mean i am not real.

alice: it makes sense. i would dream someone up half mad.

mad hatter: but you would have to be half mad to dream me up...

caramel, sugar and all things sweet

Carrie convinced me...

His hello was the end of her endings
Her smile, their first step down the aisle
His hand would be hers to hold forever
His forever was as simple as her smile

He said she was what was missing
She said instantly she knew
She was a question to be answered
And his answer was I do

--- Carrie Bradshaw

Alice Grunge

Alice was at a rock concert. The crowd was in a trance, mesmerized in the tunes and words of Floyd. Alice was dressed in a black and red garment bizarrely snipped by the Mad Hatter. A cigarette on her ringless fingers and a bottle of red wine in another hand, she found herself swaying in trance and head-banging to the guitar when the rabbit looked into her eyes and showed her the time on its watch. Alice was distracted. She ran behind the rabbit hurriedly.

The rabbit said “Don't you have any sense of direction? You are on the wrong way. Don't follow me. Hurry back on the path you left behind.”

"Why should I go back to the path of hopeless emptiness? The path that echoes silence and offers a tempting feast on a platter but is tasteless when consumed. The path that is planned, predictable, almost time-tabled"

“That's your path of conformity, Alice” warned the rabbit.

“I am just curious! Besides, I will be back.”

“What if you get lost and never find your way back” grinned the rabbit.

“That's a risk I am willing to take” announced Alice.

The rabbit laughed, as if in ridicule and scurried off.