Saturday, November 27, 2010

The Devil

Evil of mind that in-breeds hate.
Locks unwind which love create.
Ghosts haunted the dream to grave.
Most feared and fed are those thoughts face.

Facts falsify that imaginations dread.
Tracks that devil, not yet dead.
Lies now guilt buried deep.
Eyes terror those aren't asleep.

Note : Read from right to left for a different meaning.

Friday, November 26, 2010


At the railway station I pass him by-
dishevelled hair, ragged clothes,
but a lovely smile.

Amidst the chaos, he finds amuse-
of this helter skelter pace,
and aimless commute.

Where, I survive the times of trends,
and a dual with the clock-
he lives in moments.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Water Rafting (Sri Lanka, 2010)

There is a long stretch of winding road all the way up the mountains. Somewhere the road splits and one part slopes down a few hundred meters and stops at an open area. A small shack stands in a corner surrounded by massive trees and few watercrafts. The place is famous for water sports. As I approached the shack, a man walked out. He was the owner. After some bargaining we arrived at a price for water rafting. I changed into a swim-wear and put on a life jacket. To reach the river I had to climb down the valley for about fifty feet. A stone path wading through the jungle. Slippery. Two guys were assigned to me. As we were climbing down I saw the raft being slid down on a rope-way. We reached the river and got into the raft. I was given an oar and shown how to use it. The raft was quite comfortable. We began moving with the current. Soon it picked up speed and so did my pulse. I did a couple of haphazard strokes with the oar. Just ahead I could see a small rapid. Two guys who had come along instructed me on how to tackle the rapid. They told me to lean inside the raft if I went off-balance. Suddenly the water splashed all over me. My first blind date with a rapid. My adrenaline was pumping hard. This was terrific stuff. Excitement at it's peak. I gripped the raft and managed to maintain my balance, but soon we were approaching a bigger rapid. It came too fast and before I could react I had fallen, fortunately inside the raft. The two guys were laughing now and I found myself laughing with them. They said three more to come; larger ones. I stopped laughing. But, much to my surprise, I handled the bigger ones quite well. They were amazed and congratulated me.The last rapid was the biggest and the most challenging one. They warned me that I might fall into the river and if I did, I was to do nothing. The life jacket would keep me afloat and the current would take care of the swimming part. Wow, I thought; they make it sound so easy. I braced myself for the encounter. This time the rapid came on to us like a big wave. I gritted my teeth in determination and vowed that I will not fall into the river. The rapid attacked us as if taking up the challenge. Our battle lasted for ten long seconds and I triumphed. I was jubilant. I was a pro. I raised my hands in the air and almost knocked one guy over with the oar. Now we were all laughing and the sensation was rejuvenating. Last mile of the river and there were no more rapids. They told me I could jump into the river and swim if I wanted to. The current had reduced to a gentle flow. I jumped and started floating. I lied down on my back with the life jacket on. Up, far away, I could see the mountains. The sun was breaking through the dark night. I could see the whole river, up from where I had traveled, to all the way down here. The scene was breathtaking. But something else had just taken my breath away.

Saturday, November 6, 2010


As you hold me to impress,
the first error is made.
You use me in depress
when nerves have frayed.

You roll me with your tongue,
and slowly inhale.
I will enter your lung
to break and frail.

I ease your pressure
and calm your fears.
I become your treasure
and lessen your years.

I am your breath.
You are my life.
I am your death,
will cut like a knife.

Your days start with me.
I am an addictive device.
Now you can't part with me
as I become your vice.

On your death-bed and energy seeping,
you curse, calling me heartless.
Your eyes swollen-red and weeping.
I smile, seeing you breathless.

Friday, November 5, 2010


My car stops at the signal. I curse the traffic as I wait for the signal to turn green. I'm in a hurry to reach home. I'm not driving but sitting at the back. I hear a knock at the driver-side window. A tiny hand goes up and down in rhythm. I can't see who it is that is knocking so I crane to have a better look. I see a flower-girl carrying a small basket of roses. When she sees me, she runs around and comes over to my side. She picks a beautiful red rose from the basket and offers it to me. I ask, how much? She says, 5 Rs. I give her 10 Rs. So she asks, you want two or should I give 5 Rs. back? I'm about to say two but change my mind. Instead, I tell her to keep the balance 5 and ask her to eat something. She tilts her head and smiles. It is the most beautiful smile that I've ever seen. It melts my heart and I wish that the signal remains red so I could ask her about her family. But she waves and scurries off.
From thereon, it becomes a routine for me. I actually wait for her to come and give me a rose everyday. It brings back the energy in me. This goes on for several days and one fine day she doesn't turn up at the signal. I get restless so I enquire about this little flower-girl. It seems she has no real family living here. A married couple bought flowers from her regularly. Like me, they were quite fond of this little girl. Since they had no children of their own, yesterday they had come and adopted her.

Friday, October 29, 2010


Willy manages to get up .The shoes are shackled to one another with heavy chains. He wobbles but doesn't fall. He takes a deep breath and steadies himself. Still not in complete control. He takes a step forward. Can't take a long stride. The chains drag along the ground with heavy sound. Willy feels dizzy, like after a few drinks. He smiles and walks slowly. Clang! Clang! Clang!.. Better. People around stare at him but Willy looks straight ahead. Walk! Walk! Walk! He starts feeling lighter. Willy is released from the last of his emotional burdens. He is no more answerable to anyone nor he needs to prove anything to anyone. Great! Willy can finally do what he wants to do. But the shackles? He looks down. Shackles have disappeared. Willy is amused. Bad memories? Well, good luck to new life! He marches on......

Monday, October 25, 2010

The Hammock

There are fifty seven stone-steps going down into the jungle. They open out into a square surrounded by huge trees. A hammock swings between, probably two of the oldest but strongest trees of the forest. These trees go almost hundred feet up into the sky. Just beyond the hammock a stream flows making a rippling sound as it rolls on the pebbles.
I climb down the last step, take off my haversack and lie on the hammock. The sun comes up from behind the mountains creating a golden glow. With the chirping of birds the jungle is waking up. Wind picks up and swings the hammock. I close my eyes and think I could lie down here forever.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

A Game Of Chess

Life is like a game of chess. The Little cubs wait in a line to move ahead. They are well protected by the family members who stand behind them. These pieces may play different roles in the game but their ultimate goal is to win. They face various challenges from the opposition. Some perish while doing so.
Lion is the king of the jungle. He sits idly watching the battle in progress.Lioness is the all powerful one. She uses all her killer instinct and skills to hunt. The family lives in a castle which forms a solid base around the Lion. The two lithe commanders add power to the force. Combined with the Lioness, they plunder the enemy and help the little cubs create a path and reach their destinies. The quest to gain and win is constantly on. The knights with the shining armours and their foxy tricks add glitter to this intriguing game. Some cubs manage to cross the border and become just like one of their ancestors. Or die in pursuit. Life ends but the jungle lives on forever.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

My Lunch Date

I was in Goa. It was about 1 o'clock in the afternoon. I had already walked for more than two hours, here and there, looking around, doing nothing, relaxing, enjoying, and generally having a good time with myself. I was feeling hungry. I spotted a restaurant," Fisherman's Cove ", went in and took a table over-looking the road. I ordered a bowl of egg fried rice and a fresh lime soda. As I was waiting for my lunch to arrive, I spotted a young girl with her parents entering the restaurant. The girl gave me a cute smile. Instinctively, I waved back. They took a table across. The girl kept looking at me while her parents ordered their lunch. And soon enough she got up and walked towards my table. I nodded and offered her a seat. Again that dimply smile. I looked up at her parents. Her mom asked whether it was alright with me? I said 'of course'. I asked for one more plate and a spoon. The girl mumbled something I couldn't follow. When my food arrived, I put some rice into her plate. She seemed quite happy. She thanked me with her mischievous eyes. She seemed a bit uncomfortable so I asked for some extra cushions to be placed on her chair. She finally settled into her seat and I indicated that now we were on eye-level. So I talked and she listened. I cracked all sorts of funny jokes and she kept laughing all the while. She was quite amused by my behavior. I was having a great time. I was, as I usually am, at my hilarious best, when in a company of good a looking woman and more so if it happens to be a three year old beautiful girl. The spoon was a little big for her so I asked for a smaller one. She was excited to get her own tiny spoon. And when I put some chilli sauce in my fried-rice, she also wanted some. I had to mimic that it was so very hot and spicy. I couldn't do it properly but she understood and showed me in her own version how it was done. And when I imitated her, she laughed.

The lunch got over and my date got up and went to sit with her parents. I asked for the bill. I paid and was about to go, when to my amazement, she stood up on her chair, turned, looked at me and waved good-bye. I was surprised. How was it possible?

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

The Cherry Tree ( 1967-80)

There was a cherry tree in my backyard. When I was ten years old, I learned to climb it. Me and couple of my friends. Some didn't, and I thought not because they feared climbing, but to avoid the scolding they might get from their parents if they were found climbing the tree. The tree produced quite juicy cherries and enough to tempt us to climb, so they always told me, since I never tasted them. I climbed for the sheer thrill of it. I felt I might not like the the taste of those 'too sweet cherries' and that would eventually put me off from climbing the tree again. We climbed right on top, at least twenty feet high to get those cherries. Then we filled our pockets and I would give my share to the boys who waited down anxiously. These boys were called 'The Watchers'. Their job was to watch out for people who were likely to stop us from climbing the tree.

There was this old lady or 'The old witch' as we used to call her. She would scream her head off if she saw us climbing the tree as if she owned the tree or us. And so, one 'Watcher' was specially recruited to watch out for her. All the watchers were given equal share of the loot. And they were quite faithful. They never ran away or scampered leaving us stranded. Yeah, they would warn us well in advance and it was our job to climb down fast and run. If they failed to spot or warn us in advance, they were given a mild punishment like, they were to miss their share next time.

There was a wall of about twenty feet high, almost hugging the cherry tree, which separated the neighbours' backyard from us. Top of the wall was covered with sharp pieces of glasses which were dug deep into the wall. so one could not stand on the wall for support. Few branches of the cherry tree crossed over the wall and reached the neighbours' side. So sometimes, while on the cherry tree, we did back and forth across and over the wall from our backyard to the neighbours'. And on one of the off days when 'The watchers' couldn't warn us in advance, we would jump over to our neighbour's compound. It was risky since those branches were thin and not capable of taking the weight of two people, specially when we would be in panic state. But we felt safer doing that than getting caught by ' the old witch'.

And one day one of my friends fell off the tree and broke his arm. I bore the maximum brunt of the shouting, second only to the boy who was badly hurt and in pain.
We stopped climbing the cherry tree till the boy recovered and was ready to join us again.

This went on for few years and I never really became old enough to stop climbing.

When I was thirteen, the cherry tree was finally cut down. I had climbed the evening before not knowing it would be my last climb. I remember, for some reason I sat on the tree for a very long time. I had not filled my pockets with cherries for 'the watchers' since that day there were none. Next day, the tree was razed. But not from my memory.

I still suspect ' the old witch' had something to do with it....

Saturday, July 3, 2010

A Letter To God.

Hello God. I am having a wonderful life out here. And you are taking good care of me. Thank you.
Occasionally, I do fall sick with depression, anxiety and fear. Sorry to be selfish, but I remember you only during those times. But invariably you have come to help me regain my balance and control.
One day I slipped my anchor and was all at sea. You did not come for a very long time. Sorry God but I had almost given up on you when, out of nowhere, you appeared to steady my ship.
Now, I have thought of telling you something and hence this letter. I have decided to be with you at all times. And it's been a lovely experience. Those evil elements which have haunted me every now and then in the past, are frequenting less now. And if at all they come, they disappear seeing you around. And sometimes when they linger on, I am able to tackle them with ease.
If you think I have become even more selfish by staying with you for ever, I am sorry. But my reasons are purely on the faith you have bestowed upon me. I am overwhelmed in your company and I don't want to lose you ever again.
Once again God, thank you for taking care of me. I have made up my mind to spend the rest of my life with you. Now, I am awaiting your answer. Please don't say no.

Truly yours.

Friday, March 5, 2010


Soft colours caress the face.
People greet with warm embrace.
Water-balloons in joyful menace,
quelling stale and ill grudges.

Dance, music, paints of wonder.
Love floats on sweet elixir.
Splashing barrels of colourful water.
Holi sweets - the beginning of summer.