love in the time of..

we're tired of the ways of the world,
and listen to what our heart says..
we elope to that hill we dream of, together.

we build a home of straw,
walk around the greens,
pluck fruits, lit bonfires,
all just enough for us.

and then there'll be a day
when lightning would struck me
or a snake would bite you
and the world would teach its children..
look what the fools did to themselves!
madness kills, life is in the balance.

but how are they to know of the feeling
that we share, my love
when we are our own world,
secure in our thoughts, free from fear..
and what would the preachy world learn
of the beauty of life, that's not about existing,
but about living..?

at the office

The eyes shut.
Tired are they?
Of the sights seen,
The light’s sheen,
The explosion of colour,
The fatigue of the heat,
The gloom of rains, silence of the cold,
Of all that life has to offer,
Or asks in return;
In totality, the very morbidity of it all?

Aware are they,
Of this very eventual irony?
Is this why they rest in sleep,
Waking up to the world inside..?
That space where there is no money,
White and black are just colours,
And each shade is, therefore it is.
And you call me asleep,
As I shut myself
From the mundane drama
And treat myself to the reality within.

My eyes for sure know
That all of it is a joke.
Whether they read up omnibuses
Or witness scientific processes,
They know that the real world
Is the one they are often told
To shut themselves from,
On the opaque side of the mirror.
So I let them perch
And let the stage become a prop in itself
To live at peace
With the violence within.
I let myself sleep.

holiday

as a child,

i learnt cycling,

the beauty in idling,

enjoyed siestas,

made friends, played so many games

that now i cant recall their names;

many more have been the ways

to grow with fun,

unmindful of the scorching sun

in the magical span of holidays.

these were the times

for kids to grow, they say..

a well-deserved break

from the lessons in rooms.

to start new hobbies, hone skills,

for it's not just books that build.

im now an 'adult', or at least

that's what they ascribe me

as being.

and the sad part?

i never knew when i became one..

and on some contemplation,

i also doubt

if i would ever be,

for the child in me

is what keeps me alive.

as i introspect on that,

i start to ask myself..

have i given the time

to Me?

to discover the person i am,

the identity that i dont have an idea of.

when i've taken

9 months to be born,

and many years to be formed;

doesn't I need some time

to itself,

to become what i am..?

i need time

to think, to weigh,

to judge, to find,

learn, appreciate,

thank, pray..

a time to love, my self too!

time to look into the world,

find my spot in it,

make a World of my own,

and become the I

that is a world in itself.

if all this is too much to ask for,

then we all need to stop growing

right when we drop in,

on this planet, this society.

for what's the use

in not becoming the I's and We's,

a world unto the Self?

we'd rather be machines, rock or nothing

than humans who are gifted to think,

but only learn to undo this trait

and make a joke out of it

by calling it..

life.

love

Ideals, ideologies, or the lack of them, CHANGE, compromise, realization, adaptation, pain,suffocation, space, possessiveness, commitment, want, hope, insecurity, lies – both inward and outward, togetherness, support, compassion, intimacy, truth-both micro and macro, dreams, and the great Indian mentality of marriage.

long long ago

an idea struck me

made me smile

gave me pride.

gave me wings

n i looked into the mirror.

that's all i did,

for i was busy

cherishing what i owned

and was lost

in myself.

i played with it

in my head:

how id blog about it,

add romance to it

in a lyrical style,

touch hearts, wet eyes,

connect,

bring myself a name and fame

to satiate my self.

me as i am,

i made myself open

to many more ideas.

visuals, feelings,

words, sounds,

tastes, perspectives,

name it and you have it.

the wide web welcomed me

an insect

but who willingly got trapped

in and sunk into

it all by itself.

then followed saturation

information all around,

me the observer.

too many people,

too much hunger,

convolutions, power politics,

religion, blindfolds,

opiated vents, skyscrappers,

palm islands, diamond mafia,

name it and you have it.

i couldn't even remember

that i had an idea

nor can i recollect what it was, now.

for there have been

many more like that since,

as i remain an observer

all unto myself.

the change

yes, that post i made 2 months ago holds some value now.

lethargy, lack of motivation, (misplaced?) sense of content(ment), distractions, and the rest in myself - that's old abhi for you.

and the new one? i din't say she's any different! (playing safe.) what value she now holds is because she's typing this down, now.

what made her do it? a lot of abstinence from work, a lack of sense of purpose, and the like, which obviously follow months of nothingness.. and add to that, love. yeah.

love

love..this may be an oft-discussed issue on this blog. love..something just struck me.

probably, the closest word to state an example of what all this about, is the very word, 'state'.

state and State. love and Love. similar properties, big difference.

here comes the change as i call it

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