Namaskar

Deepest reverence, that a simple, sacred courtesy can offer. Syllables of greeting, sound of spirits, rhythm of souls. A quest, beyon...

Monday, May 26, 2014

Assuage

Thick.
Heavy.
Abrupt.
The rotund bead
Gravitating
With its own weight.
The essence lost,
Smothered in the
Summer-dust.
The ether choked
With bitter conflicts
Of head and heart,
The dissensions
Scarring the
Pristine porcelain.
The torrents stilling
The hurt.
The heavens cried.


Friday, May 23, 2014

Mole-cular

There's this tiny
minuscule mole.
In the nearest vicinity of my left eye.
With subtlest protrusion possible.
The inconsistency sticking stubbornly since always.
Some day,
I'll flip through kodak collection
To guesstimate its birth.
Some day.
Coz' right now,
I'm busy running into the sun.
Like everybody else.
Coming back to the mole,
Suddenly,
Somehow,
This midget has started
Getting noticed. Oftener.
And one fine day,
The not-yet-three nephew
Made me close my eyes,
So that he could wipe it off my face.
Exasperated, he ran to get some better scrubber.
And I managed to dash out of his reach.

Linking with 100 word song: Running on empty
Linking with 100 words: Velvet Verbosity: Collection

Monday, May 12, 2014

Everything is awesome

Yeah!
Everything is awesome.
Five words
Wrapped in
Velvet voice,
Deep caramels
Incomprehensible
As you gaze away
Blankly
At the
Room full of faces
From all over
The town.
Stray wisps of hair
Hide
The contours
Of reflections,
Tormenting me,
I’d rather know
What you were thinking,
What’s going behind
That seemingly
Complacent stance,
I take a chance,
Really
Testing the waters,
You’re sure?
My voice
Breaks your reverie,
Your cheek warm,
Your eyes melt,
Speaking through
Silences.
I wish I could hug you,
Hold you,
Tell you,
It’s gonna be okay.
My hand hangs
Midair
As you murmur

Yeah!

The Dusk

Wooden legs
Slowly
Trudge forward
While the
Foggy brain
Runs
The to-do list
Over and over,
(Halfheartedly
Committing remnants
To the
Overused memory)
Just in case
The now so
Tired hands
Have skipped
Or forgotten
Something.
Is the dusk
Crawling on me?



Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Empty swing sways

The empty swing
Sways,
Creaking sound
Resonating
In vacancy,
The cantankerous
Innocence
Silent,
The dusty browns
Lying still,
Shady nooks
Unvisited,
The sky littered
With
Feathered friends,
Scouring,
Foraging
And
Rummaging
The hushed
Twilit skies
For sunshine,
Empty rooms
Offer
No solace.

Monday, May 5, 2014

Culinary comparisons

The bacon-bite
Of salad bowl;
Completing,
Complementing,
Spicing up.
The variety
Adding flavors
To the delicate palate,
Like
Yogurt
Treacherously
Tempered
With
Cayenne peppers,
And
Seasoned with
Condiments.
The blended balance,
Just perfect.

Linking with Ketchup with Us



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