an odd face in the subway…………

You drag your feet to the nearest subway to get back home….Its a long weekend…you know the rush that awaits you…the same passively excited faces of people you will see throughout the ride….then you see an ‘odd’ face..a face which has not been wore down by the mundane idiosyncrasies of life…that face is not the most beautiful face…or a glossy face that looks at you from a page of a magazine……its just an ‘odd’ warm face….which  looks familiar…which gets ingrained in your memory as that face…..which makes you remember the day as,people I met  in the day and that face…. and then the person with that face looks at you…and for a split second you share an odd comfort….a comfort of acknowledgment….and then you get off at your stop and re run all the plans for the weekend in your head…………………………………………….

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In the Middle…..

she stood still

in the middle of

the fork shaped crossing

like

a tree

which watched

the last few birds

which flew off its branches

she was left behind

by the vehicle

which had left its Tyre’s marks

all over one of the ways towards the right

she looked towards the left way

it looked dusty and barren

then a raven

flew past her

she followed the raven

and walked straight

straight to the woods………….

cracked vase

it stood

abandoned

on the corner

of the kitchen platform

it was part

of the fight

last night

when he threw

the vase at her

with all his might

she ducked

the vase cracked

the ransacked kitchen

told its own story

and meaningless words like sorry

the kid walks in

and opens the window

the sun rays rushes in

to illuminate the vase

she walks in

and nurses her  sore face

with a packet of frozen peas

then she puts a lily bud in the vase

for some glee……

What’s that shiny thing in your hand!!!

Yup…its the latest model of swanky new smart phone. HomoSapien’s  new organ which they get to carry along and walk in circles as they move ahead……the new organ which envelopes more information than a child genius whose I.Q. is above 130…can find you love,sex,friendship…boost your alter ego,gives your thumb soreness….and above all has engineered the need of instant gratification and instant ways to escape……………………that’s why one of the HomoSapien like me doesn’t need to mop or worry for long as there are always so many options,so many apps……..and they are just a touch away or just a beep away from the next best shiny thing rushing my way………

Outgrown :p

I am one of those grumpy people who likes to build her own cocoon and armor up for no reason but then one of the best things about human mind is that it outgrows every state of mind. It’s a different matter that some of us don’t acknowledge that state as then we have to break that comfort cocoon and unlearn few things.However, if we don’t do that,our mind still outgrows the state and wanders by itself…………………………….to make long story short we become one of those people who cannot be described  as nothing but ‘drag’.

So with my limited experiences and exposure in life,I would like to recommend people to enjoy every day,every person,every place,every moment as we are gonna outgrow them someday.hey….I know it sounds pompous of me to make statements like these…but if we look at it in a lighter vein…and ponder how necessary it is for all of us to keep moving on because hey we are not leaving behind things or relationships……we are just moving on and might  make a big circle to get back and cherish the same things and people…….but and but and but……we need to move on…we need to outgrow!

But for now…

I stare at the setting Sun

the waves of the ocean thrash the rock

I am sitting on

seconds, … years pass by

as I count  the minutes of the warmth I am left with…..

I let my back face the world that goes by

familiar footsteps

familiar voices

bat filled dark caves

maze of my thoughts

unfinished chores

unanswered telephone calls

muted aspirations

and many more such mundane items….

but for now I like how the horizon looks

orange and purple……………………..

Kavya

There are some pains or traumas in our lives which haunt us no matter how much we grieve,run for therapy,keep it to ourselves or let it out to every random stranger. I guess that pain becomes a part of the anatomy.It’s part of our character. It’s gonna live as long as we do or may be it lasts even after we die……….

Tomorrow is the fourth death anniversary of my dear best friend, Kavya. As Kavya used to say, “You are a jig saw puzzle with all the Disney Characters…..and you won’t be fun after you are fixed.”