Oh you can pretend to fill a room
With three great artists’ paintings,
Straighten the plush Turkish carpet
On your marble topped floor
You can stroke the red mahogany desk
And arrange your Mesopotamian relics
Stack Kurosawa films
In your brand new DVD floor
Decorate your wall covering bookshelf
With hard bound names
Live a finer life
Away from the mundane.
But you cannot take me in
Where puddles have no names.
Push the right buttons
Hum the right tune
Beat in steady rhythm
Assembly products fume
But you cannot envelop me
In this endless ruin.
But you cannot expect me
To believe the farce soon.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Travesty, today; forever.
Ice, Spice and everything nice
Monday, July 30, 2007
Forever
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Vicious Circle
Over coffee they talked about things. Things were calmer inside and if you concentrated on your cup, you couldn't hear the windowpanes rattle. The water was seeping in from the verandah. Strange, she had always thought the house being on the second floor would prevent this danger. They quickly stuffed rags underneath the doorways, which were instantly soaked. They would do for now, anyway. It had been a pleasant day, before the storm began. They had giggled at the first fat drops of water that splotched neatly on top of their noses. The skies had warned them before they set out, but they'd ignored the clouds and proudly declared it sunny. It's strange how people believe what they want to believe.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Button A Button B
There comes times when you need to clam up. There are times when you need to do your own thing. It’s unfair to people around you. But they seem to understand. There are times when the right thing to do and the thing you want seem to be as far away from each other as possible. There is no compromise, and you have you choose this way or that. Is it okay to lie if it’s for the good? If telling the truth would just complicate matters for others and make them more miserable? If things you say cannot have a consequence and it’s better to lie resolutely to make things better?
Sometimes, while walking back from a game, there are people standing silently in corners. You pass by them, deep in your own world, and they quietly look on. When you were scoring a goal, they screamed the loudest, except you didn't hear their shouts. When you high fived the jumping figure in the stands, all you heard were their words and all you saw was their smile. Everything else was blocked out. You're tired, and they come forward to smile at you, except you look through them. Their smiles falter, and they relapse back to standing alone, near the same bin that you carefully aimed your used towel to. You fumble with a bag, they run towards you to help, but you're already up and sprinting towards home, and they're left back to walk alone, again. They call out softly to you sometimes, but you're listening to the cd that was just burnt for you and can't hear. You sleep, you're exhausted, but you still run out eagerly when you hear the honk you've been waiting for. You spritz on your favourite cologne and look self consciously into your mirror before meeting your love, and yap excitedly about everything that you did to one of your team mates. You walk out groggily in that shirt you slept in and brush past the silent figures. You look up, you have nothing to do, you recognise them, you say hello. They talk about things you never knew existed and when you walk back, you wonder. And then you remember that you have to finish a friend's work and hurry back home. And you forget them, again. Why do they still stand there, when you walk out next? Why do they still care? Why don't they find their own pool, and make you miss them instead? Why do they still stand, those silent 'friends'?
Monday, July 09, 2007
Memory, tonight. Sometimes.
I hum the same tune now, except it’s for someone else. I still think of that evening, until she screams from the waves and asks me to come to her. I shake my head, and jog to where she stands. She taught me to love the water, and now it laps up to my ankles while another wave sprays me with the fresh fragrance that I have come to love. The rocks are slippery, and we hold each other’s hands and gaze at the miles of water in front of us. It is getting late, and we should get back, but I can’t leave now. We stand silently, until she turns to me and asks softly, what were you thinking right then, back there? I’m confused for a moment to be found out like this. Like a guilty child, I try covering up with awkward explanations. She shushes me with a gentle stroke. She looks towards the water again, and I look at her. She knows nothing. And yet she does. I lose her, eventually. Now I come to the water alone. And think of nothing.
Rarely
Green
Look around today. You went to the amusement park. You met your friends. You met them. You didn't expect them, but on the spur of the moment you decided to go say hi. They looked at you, half quizzically. And smiled. A delirious group screamed as their roller coaster suddenly plunged downwards. The spectators laughed, some anxious parents looked up with tight nervous smiles and waved to their twelve year old. As you talked, you discovered something had changed. You spotted Barny and clicked pictures together. Instinct made you climb onto the new ride you hadn't wanted to try. You were with them, and you chattered on. You laughed and held on to each other as your hair blew wildly. You held on to each other as you walked off, groggily. They bought you ice cream, and you commented on how thin they have grown. You remembered a foolish inside joke but kept silent. And heard them crack the same joke a few seconds later. You looked up, and looked away. As you walked back home, you were silent. They talked, and you nodded. Then it rained. Just like it should have. You smiled.
You still have the picture framed, alongside the other pictures. You decided to put it in the new wooden frame he had given you. You are laughing at the camera, and Barny looks silly now. But they changed the picture for you. Things change.
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
:D
Wow. I'm evil.
You Are 40% Evil |
I hated this one. Stupid questions
How You Are In Love |
You tend to take more than give in relationships. You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time. You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change. You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard. |
That sounds so cool !! Yay ! I'm a tortured genius !! Yay !
You Are 91% Tortured Genius |
This is bloody fake ! It changed everytime !! Outrage !! Nishant, you were Capatain Winky when I tried yours. You like it better ?
Your Porn Star Name Is... |
Apparently, I can. Muhahahaha *evil Mojo Jojo laughter*
You Can Make 88% of Your Crushes Fall in Love With You |
This kind of... sucks. *tortured expression*
Your Famous Movie Kiss is from Romeo + Juliet |
Kyaa baat. Sixer.
Your Personality Is Like Heroin |
Umm. I've tasted alcohol twice. Does that count as serious drinking? Baap re. I'm a connoisseur and all. Bow down, ye all :P
You Are a Bloody Mary |
This one kept changing too. Sucks. The coolest one was Lady of Whores though. Though Lucia of the Night wasn't too bad either. Or Concubine of the Vile, Antionette the Bloodthirsty, Violet of the Devil's Spawn, Seductress of New Orleans and High Priestess the Demented. :D
Your Vampire Name Is... |
This was fun. I want more :) :)
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
I could forge ahead and pretend to see it all, to gather together strands and weave them together to form a shimmering patchwork. I could run with all my might, keeping aside all uncertainties of the dirt road. I could not bother about slipping and sliding in the mud strewn all over the path. I could pretend to be confident. And then fall flat on my face.
Something keeps telling me that it’s not only me who sees it, that you see it too, except you cover it clumsily with half hearted lies and cruel euphemisms. That you are too careful, too unsure and so unwilling to risk something important to you. That you're too used to being wary to actually jeopardize things. As for me, I'm just afraid. Maybe because you lie too often.