50000

A sloppy sappy kiss to everyone who visited this blog regularly and bothered to comment on all my rants and raves!

My blog stats says that the blog has crossed 50000 visitors so far! This after I moved from Blogger in 2006. Thanks a lot to all my readers!

*Hugs* :>

Salvaged Raindrops in the Desert

So you asked me

What am I to you?

To me

You are that recurrence of hope
And an anticipation of pain

What is one more breath of oxygen
To a dying man?
Everything and Nothing.

What are you to me?

You are a wall
On which I paint forgetfulness
Forgotten pasts
Forgotten betrayals

And you are a window
To a world next door
Near yet far

Somewhere I don’t want to go
For fear of coming back
Some road I don’t want to take
For fear of losing track

I believe in love
And I think people speak the truth
After fifteen lies they would.
They have to.

They would be tired of inventing lies.

Then their truths would break all floodgates
And rush at me in glorious ugliness
I would gasp in gratitude
I prefer ugly truth to beautiful lies.

You are a little golden pin
In memory’s casket
Hidden for another day
A day that will never come

You are not poetry or rain
You are not the raven’s black
Or those black veins throbbing with vicious urge

You are simple, stolid and plain
As a book
Square, sweet-smelling
And full of pain

I remember I imagined love once
And I imposed love once
I remember I wept for love once
And I laughed at love once
I held tightly to some
Who never were there
And let go of some
Who were constantly around

I remember I saw his brown pupils
And loved them with all my heart
I could have held his curly head
In my bosom forever
But he was too beautiful a book
To be trapped in my claustrophobic library.

And there were many men
Many children
Many rainy days
I loved them all
To the last drop

I loved. Always. Silently. Somehow.

You.
Will be my silent sable
A table upon which I lean
And write
About precious hours
Of precious colours

You are the one
I would never possess
Never smother
You are mine
You are mine

You never gave me poems
Or songs or dreams
You gave me time
You gave me space
You gave my love its beautiful place

I can think straight
My feet are not off the ground
I will not dye my thoughts
With insane crimson and twilight pangs
But
I see us together forever
And along with you,
my love
and me
We have arrived.

Response II

Cunning men play
A game of cards with hearts
And betray

Ambitious women delude
In blossoming grey cities
Dry and nude

Melanchoholics weave
Odes to Auld lang syne
Pen sieve.

Borrower

The last few times.

Every time I wrote I borrowed some love.

I stole some apples from someone else’s basket

I stole some crystals from someone else’s goblet

I sneaked like a thief and sipped on someone else’s fire

Now I am crumbling like a humiliated question mark

Sorry. I steal because I starve

I walk with watchful eyes from one pyre to another

And steal the flesh that falls from burning hearts

My vicarious children

Their rainbows and fishtanks

Something to keep me alive.

Some poem or

Someone else’s privilege for sanity

Someone else’s dreams

Some comforts…sleep and otherwise.

At Hyderabad

Ah! At last I have found some time to post in my blog.

Though this break would have reduced my regular readers from 2000 to 2.

I am currently at Hyderabad. Yes friends! I got here last week. I am currently staying at a posh locality called Jubilee Hills. I get good food and go to work. My work is not very hectic either and I kinda love it. Therefore this trip is akin to a paid vacation.

I am yet to go looking around the places. The roads are amazingly good at Hyderabad and the traffic is manageable though not during the peak hours. They have an excellent airport and very amiable people who are ready to be of any help.

I went to Hyderabad Central last week for a huge bowl of icecream and also had some Veg Biriyani (Yeah! I know! Non-veggies can stop sniggering) at Hyderabad house. I visited my dad’s best friend’s place on Saturday and they were really sweet to me. That uncle and my dad are friends for 35 years. Whoa!!

My childhood friend Ganu is also here and works for the same company though our offices are in different areas. I met him for a few minutes when I was staying at the guest house close to his office. He has put down his papers though and will be leaving Hyderbad soon.

I will soon be checking out Charminar, Golconda fort, Chudi Bazaar etc. I love the rock formations all around Hyderabad and plan to go on a photo walk of some sort to capture some pictures.

My best friend has not called me in ages. I think he has forgotten me. I have left my bike with Jai while I am away from Chennai. Will update when I find the time to do so.

Bye guys!