Creative Corner

The Girl and The Wind

2010-09-11T22:57:00.000-07:00

A girl once fell in love with the wind. She flirted with him all the time. The wind played along. He would play with her hair. Oh! how she loved that!! They would meet in the forests and he would make the trees sing for her. But he did not like her. She was nothing special. Besides, he was already married to thunder. One day, thunder found out about all this and confronted him and he told her the whole story.

"Put an end to this now!", cried thunder.
"But she will think I betrayed her and her trust....", said wind in a worried voice.
"She will understand, tell her about me, say you are sorry, you did a bad thing.", scolded wind.
"But--", said wind and thunder cut him.
"Swear by you children, you will put an end to this.", roared thunder.

The wind looked at his children, they were married for years and years now and had several clouds. He remembered all the nights he and thunder spent awake when the clouds rained. How much he loved them. He sighed heavily.

"I was wrong, please forgive me, I will put an end to this.", said wind.

So saying, the wind started his journey back to Earth to meet the girl. On his way he thought out loud.

"She cannot really love me...can she? She is just young and needed attention. I don't want to tell her the truth, what can I do to escape this? There must some other way to put an end to this...there must be another way!!"

His cowardly mind hatched a very evil plan.I will ask her for her heart, she will never give it to me. Then I can pretend to be angry and leave. He saw the girl, she was lying down in the grass by the farm with her eyes shut. She was plain to look at, nothing special at all. But, she had a very kind soul, it reflected in her eyes. She could see through everything if she wanted, but the ever optimistic girl chose to ignore the flaws. This is what the wind feared the most. He knelt down before her and touched her cheek softly. She did not open her eyes, but smiled as she blushed.

"I was waiting for you dear", she said.
"Well, here I am", he replied.
"You know, the weirdest thing happened last night...", she said as she sat up slowly opening her eyes.
"What?", said wind, feeling slightly uncomfortable by her stare.
"The moon, he came to me and started talking nonsense about you and thunder....I was--"
"Sweetheart, the moon is jealous that he cannot have you." , wind cut in.
"Really now? Please tell me is this the truth, or is what the moon was saying the truth", asked the girl holding her breath and her eyes wide.

Ah! thought wind, she has made my work easier.

"Oh dear! Oh dear me! Did I give you all my love to see this day? Do you not trust me?", cried wind.
"Oh please! Don't say that....", sobbed the girl,"I love you so much, its just that I saw you with..."
"Thunder?!!". roared wind.
"Yes", whispered the girl in fright.
"That is because she needed help with her children the clouds.", explained wind.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, please forgive me!", begged the girl.
"You don't love me, that is clear, I think we are over.", the wind said in final tones.
"Please don't leave me, I will do anything to show you that I love you...", the girl begged harder.
"Is that so? Then can you give me your heart?", asked the wind.

He thought, she will not, its just too precious to her!!

The girl stared at him again, probably he is right she thought , I love him so much!! She stood up and ran to a farmer in the distance.

She has gone! This was so easy thought wind.

The girl came running back with a sickle in her hand.

"I thought you went away m'love. What are you thinking, and what is this sickle for?", asked the wind, he got a bit nervous.

The girl looked at him and smiled, she kissed him lightly on his cheek, stood before with a determined expression on her face. Everything around them stopped moving, everything watched as she tore open her chest and took out her heart. It was a bloody mess.

"Here, take this", she said," But, remember not to break it, or I will die."

She stretched her hand to give it, and he his to take it. He was in a shock. He was not paying attention to what was happening and her heart fell from his hand and broke into a million pieces. There was dead silence as the girl fell into the eternal sleep.

The wind looked down at her. He had solved his problem. Somewhere in the distance he heard his wife rumble and was shaken out of his thoughts and started his way home.

As the sun goes down

2010-05-14T09:55:00.000-07:00

I lie in her bed,
As the sun goes down,
She gurgles her secrets in the vast silences,
She pulls me back,
Into her,
She pushes me away,
The ruthless whore!
I pledge myself to her,
As my body trembles,
To her shimmering caresses,
As I walk beside her,
We discuss future,
Our future,
My future,
I make a promise,
That,
As the sun goes down,
On me,
When the night becomes my queen,
I will elope into her,
I will wear the stars in my crown,
And split my soul into three,
One for my queen,
One for the devil,
And the very best part for you m'love,
The ash coloured bit of me carry my soul piece to you,
I will be with you and in you,
Along with your shimmering,
Who then can separate us?
This promise I will keep,
As the sun goes down.

Written: 10/05/2010

Goodbye My Friend

2010-02-15T11:04:00.000-08:00

To the big city I came,
I wanted to play the "game",
I remember that I couldn't even say my name,
Two summers ago I saw you,
We clicked I felt,
You guided me through the maze,
Taught me the rules you did,
But now things seem to have changed,
The old "keep-in-touch" will come to play soon,
One more summer and we'll be gone our ways,
You taught me to love me and be me,
For everything you did for me through these years I'm grateful,
I thank you for that,
But I'll also add that I don't want you back,
I will always love you,
Good-bye dear friend.

Written: 15/02/2010

Infatuation Thy Name is Torture

2010-01-23T22:47:00.000-08:00

Yes! this IS infatuation,
Give into it,
Lust rules above money and God,
Embrace it,
He doesn't know, but feel like he does,
It's powerful, it's engulfing, its fire!
Mind is an almighty organ,
It plays wonderful games,
It feels his touch on your back,
It feels his breath mixing with yours,
As if you both are entwined in rapturous passion,
Infatuation is torturous,
Knowing he can never be yours,
Your heart aches,
With oh! so sweet a pain,
Make it a part of you,
It's something that is his that you own,
Love it,
Fall in love with it,
Yes! this IS infatuation.

Written: 23/01/2010

The Hand and the Flower

2010-01-23T22:43:00.000-08:00

In the hand was the flower so light,
So harmless, so plain,
The hand had held the flower so long,
That both felt one,
The hand began to feel pure lust rise,
To a ridiculous point,
Till one day the hand was hit rudely,
And the flower flew,
Alas! it's love no more belonged to it.

Written: 19/01/2010
Edited: 24/01/2010

Cry For Help

2009-07-06T23:59:00.000-07:00

Take me by the hand and lead the way,
Be my light on a dark path,
I'm not lost, but confused,
The world is always in a rush,
Everything is a blur,
I'm, not lazy to find my way,
But, I do feel insecure at times,
You stand there in front of m like a ray of hope,
Help me, before I fall into,
The pothole of indifference,
I'm slowly beginning to "not-care-a-damn",
I was not like this once upon a time,
You remember me eager and optimistic,
Don't you?
That spark, that fire is slowly dying,
In this world of pretence,
Sincerity waging a lost battle,
And I'm losing hope,
Help me, I'm scared of this new darkness,
I want to care again,
I want to hope again.

Written: 02/07/2009
Editted: 07/07/2009

A Stormy Evening

2009-05-15T07:07:00.000-07:00

Riding with the wind whistling in the ear,
Flirting with the wind,
Romancing with the stormy weather,
There is danger all around,
The sky a transparent black,
Like the dreaded night mare,
Heart skips a few beats at,
The appearance of the lightening,
Awe struck sit gaping at,
The terrifying beauty- electrifying,
Electric purple and blue veins running through the night mare,
Awe struck sit gaping at them,
Wonder how it would be if the electric serpents bite,
Resume riding,
Stop again,
What is it this time?
All the lights blink,
The chicken of a heart quacks,
So head home,
To the croaking frogs under the lotuses in the pond,
To the silent frogs all over the house,
To the possible snake that might have ventured in the house,
To warmth- called family

Written: 15/05/2009

An Elegy For Bruno

2009-04-29T17:34:00.000-07:00

Dogs may come and dogs may go,
But you are one in a million,
With your eyes shining so bright,
Your tail wagging so fast,
You brightened many a person's day with happy energy,
Bruno, you occupied in all our hearts the warmest and softest of spots,
And when you were made to leave,
We realised that that spot belongs to you; it is your territory,
There were difficult times in our lives when all of us were put into place,
And there you were to lick our worries off and to put a smile on our face,
With your furry warm and soft body you always came,
Demanding! A rub; it was the only thing you ever demanded (apart from food),
All of us happy to oblige would fight over you,
But, somewhere down the lane of your life,
It was no more your life,
You had become our life as well,
You had become a human in the form of dog,
You were one of us cousins; the sixth in line if I am not mistaken,
Dogs may come and dogs may go,
But you will remain unique,
You came into our lives as a pet and left like a brother and son,
God knows the saddness we suffer on your loss,
Please be there and watching over us,
And help us cope with your absence.

Written: 05/09/2009

Twisted

2009-04-29T17:30:00.000-07:00

Lust surrounds us,
The feeling of love for oneself is claustrophobic,
Wishes are to be freed of the norm bound chains,
Feelings of shame; betrayal; loneliness are in the air,
Companions find thyself weirdly conservative,
Wishes are; not to be left alone,
But to be wanted and loved by someone worthwhile,
Someone who understands the need of the hour,
Wishes are always in the air,
They have to be taken care of,
Not to be hurt,
Need of the want to be understood,
To escape the reality of being taken for granted,
To escape the reality of not being loved or cared for,
Happiness that dwells in gold is but a bubble,
Always there waits at the door a pot of trouble,
The physical want never fulfilled,
A feeling of void as perpetual part of physical existence,
Spiritual partners are made fun of,
The butt of ridicule at every point,
Time is wasted,
Lack of will mounts,
All lead to frustration in every field,
Frustration heightened by lack of compromise and co-operation,
Co-existing beasts offer no co-operation,
Only exercise nonsensical rights without duties,
And thus lives on the soul to see,
Another bleak mid-day,
The ray of promise is compromise and co-operation from oneself,
The twisted oneself.

WRITTEN: 8/Oct/2008

Purple, Sweet, Pungent, Liquid

2009-04-29T17:24:00.000-07:00

Running through the blood, filling it
Newer heights are reached sitting on the ground
Waves of nausea pull back
Purple, Sweet, Pungent, Liquid
Shoulder aches
Vision in circles
Break of sweat all over
Purple, Sweet, Pungent, Liquid
Vomit
Shit
Vomit again and lie down
Purple, Sweet, Pungent, Liquid
Use of technology in absurd ways
Pestering bodies for some love
Laughing like maniacs
Purple, Sweet, Pungent, Liquid
Secret thoughts almost said
Craving for food
Wobly steps back to the room
Purple, Sweet, Pungent, Liquid
Forsaken alone in a state
Passing out
Disgusting
Purple, Sweet, Pungent, Liquid
Seeking help of strangers
Vision still in circles
Washing up and falling into uncomfortable sleep
Purple, Sweet, Pungent, Liquid

Written: 3/2009

In This English Literature Of Ours

2009-04-29T17:21:00.000-07:00

Here we are at the end of today,
Reeling from the horrors of post-colonial ways,
The power and influence of the English was overthrown,
By the post colonial writers; how they did this we learnt,
In this English literature of ours,
They seemed to pine and whine,
For lost paradise of peacable kingdoms,
For distant lands to which they can never return,
Or to free their working man's paradise; how they did this we learnt,
In this English literature of ours,
We've been through a lot this semester,
Teacher's didn't teach, but between the exams they came to preach,
We learnt to fend for ourselves and all by ourselves; how did they did what they did we learnt,
In this English literature of ours.

Written: 30/03/09

Ode To The Boring Class

2009-01-08T23:00:00.000-08:00

You work better than the angel of sleep,
You are like a new mother's lullaby,
You are very informative,
Everyone detests you,
They are forced to stick on with you,
You offer something that no movie can,
(Theater is the place where at present everyone wants to be),
You offer attendance,
Attendance if the life of us students,
The teacher's control our lives,
I think I like you just the same,
Cause' from you sprouts my creativity,
You are like a witch's spell,
The moment you start I feel like,
I am sleeping beauty resisting sleep,
The moment you finish I feel like,
I am waking from death,
Let's call you a net and the teachers as fishermen,
They cast you on us,
Some have a tight grip some don't,
When some don't you are like a boon to us,
We do whatever we want in you,
Now to come to think of it !
There would be no life without you,
There would be nothing left to talk about without you,
You are the star of every gossip and groan in a student's life,
Love you-hate you, but you are a boring class,
A boring class you will remain,
And the apple of my eye.

Written: 09/01/09

Our Lady Surbhi

2008-10-25T00:35:00.000-07:00

She looks like the Queen of fairies in fairy land,
Commanding all the attention in the room as she walks in,
She sits like she were sitting on a flower,
She walks like she walking a red carpet,
Style, poise, beauty,
No she is not haughty as you might think,
But surely she is a lil' imp,
The Mary Antoinette of the three musketeers she is,
She is pot of sense,
She is a barrel of love,
She is an ocean of calm,
She is Our Lady Surbhi.

Written: 25/10/08

Ruby

2008-10-22T03:50:00.000-07:00

She is a timid lil' thing,
She wonders all day long,
Wonders about every person and everything,
She scares easily,
Prays dutifully,
She makes you feel loved and wanted (even if you are not!),
Her hugs are the warmest on this earth,
One every night should give you good health,
She is a mature woman,
She is an innocent child,
She is like the fresh flower in the morn,
She is as precious as her name,
She is my darling Ruby.

Written: 22/10/08

Chamkorani

2008-09-21T22:59:00.000-07:00

She flows like a pleasant breeze,
Making your life more colourful than a rainbow!
She has new and exciting ideas everyday,
Each stranger and weirder than the other,
She wears a bright smile,
A smile brighter than a sunflower in the sun,
A sensible lil' thing she is,
Filling all the gaps in your thoughts,
Its hard to have a dull moment with her around you,
Of course! Unless she is dull too,
She shines in every sense,
And is the queen of many hearts,
Always ready with a helping hand,
She is my CHAMKORANI through and through....

Written: 22/10/08

The Lights Of My Life

2008-09-18T23:34:00.000-07:00

And then there were those days,
When they would get angry and scream,
I would yell back and call them mean,
They sent me to study to school,
But along with that I wanted to be 'cool',
"Look at the other parents" I would say,
I know it broke their hearts when I said that,
They never showed it of course!
Instead they compared me to my peers or worse,
Threatened me saying they would send me to a low-grade school,
Now when I look back; it was a hollow threat,
Back then though I would fret and sweat,
I called her a 'step-mother' once when I was a kid,
She still tells me about that,
And I act as if I was just reminded of it,
The truth is, even though I was about five,
As I had uttered those words,
I had known it was wrong and wanted to cry,
For I love her so much and it disgusted me to see,
How I broke her heart,
I repent it till date and hiding it has been quite an art!
As for him now what can I say?
It wouldn't be enough even if I wrote all day,
He heads our little unit a strong and brave man,
Always puts his skills out for us to the best he can,
He mostly stands in the background,
Watching like a silent God,
Helping me get up whenever I trip or fall,
He is a very simple man and can be easily fooled,
I tried to fool him twice with great success,
I felt so bad about it that I forbid myself to do it again,
Caring, loving and simple that is my Old Man!
There was a time once when I did not believe in God,
I thought they were my Gods on Earth,
Gods I could talk and fight with,
Gods whose embrace sent all my worries away,
Gods who I loved so much that I could cry,
Now the question is why I sometimes do things to beak their heart,
Is it just insecurity on my part?
Or is it because I'm angry with them,
For not having told me the realities of life,
This is quite a confusing age I'm in,
But they are always by my side,
Using their mystical powers to reassure me day and night,
Saying everything would be alright,
and then there were those days,
When I would quietly sit in a corner and pray,
For giving them to me.

Completed: 18/09/08
Edited: 19/09/08

Our Package Of Friendship

2008-09-11T09:47:00.000-07:00

Crayon grafitti on the wall,

Paint on your overall,

Building block tower standing tall,

Kindergarten memories and all,

Includes you,

Includes me,

Includes our package of friendship,

Learning A-Z and Z-A,

Sitting in class one happy and gay,

Graduating from class to class,

Merrily through the school we pass,

Includes you,

Includes me,

Includes our package of friendship,

In college we had Hey!

Pocket money as our pay,

Deciding pranks and playing the fool,

But, still maintaining our cool,

Includes you,

Includes me,

Includes our package of friendship,

Now, we have our jobs,

Family and kids,

But, still we stick around,

Sharing the same love for sunflower and kicks,

Friends stand by each other,

Through thick and thin,

My friend so have you, so have I,

And we'll do so till we die,

All of this and more has been included in our package of friendship.

Written: 10/06/07

Rain And Wind

2008-09-10T10:11:00.000-07:00

It was late into the night,

Not a soul was in sight,

She sat wondering for who should she dance and sing,

Cause' Mother Nature had asked them to do their thing,

Had they got their instructions right?

As hello!! It was the middle of the night!!

"Rain?! When are you planning to start?", howled her friend wind,

"Alright, alright", thundered rain, "No need to make such a din"

Together they blew and poured on Earth,

For breeze and water there was no dearth,

Just at day break,

They decided it was enough and went to visit Mother Nature in her hut by the back-of-the-beyond lake,

Tired little rain asked Mother Nature, "Mother, Why did you ask us to do this in the night?"

"Yeah", chipped in wind, "There was not an eye to appreciate the awesome sight."

Mother Nature smiled and said, "Good work should always be done without much ado."

Puzzled though, with her reply, they thanked her and left,

And only on their way back did the meaning of her words come to them,

When they saw people delighted with their night's work,

And heard them say "Bless the rain and wind!"

"Right you are! They did it without making a din."

Rain and wind smiled and vowed that in future,

They'll never doubt the instructions of wise old Mother Nature.

Written: 22/05/07

My Mother

2008-09-10T02:56:00.000-07:00

I observe her (Everyday!) very minutely,

Absorbing every detail -

She seems so different,

So full of spirit, life and always optimistic,

I feel proud of her for she is my Mother,

She never gets up after she sits,

For she is always busy as a bee,

I observe her (Everyday!) very minutely,

Absorbing every detail -

I see her handling the home chores,

Without a complaint or frown,

I watch her from a distance,

Though short it is; I feel it long,

Why long? That is because -

I know it will be years and years(no matter how hard I try) before I become like her,

Because I know THAT it is a great achievement to be half as her,

I observe her (Everyday!) very minutely,

Absorbing every detail -

I admire her - youthful face,

So beautiful and so full of life and wit,

Her sweet smelling auburn hair,

With hints of grey - showing her wisdom,

Her soft perfect body as if carved from stone -

Giving out vibes of energy all day,

I am aquainted with every breath of hers!

From the time I came into this world,

And I try everyday to match mine with hers,

I observe her (Everyday!) very minutely,

Absorbing every detail,

And will do so till....

I can be her.

Written: 16/07/06

Darkness

2008-09-10T02:46:00.000-07:00

Darkness what is it?

Wise men say - "Ah darkness! tis' where the illiterate men hide their face!",

Brave men say - "Oh darkness! tis' the coward's grave.",

Many men and many meanings to darkness,

Some say tis' ignorance and some say tis' peace,

I say different - I say tis' solitude and bliss,

Oh! how could anyone miss this?

Darkness is like that mother who accepts her child despite all its faults,

Darkness doesn't question your wrongs and rights,

It embraces you the way you are,

Darkness - when you spend time in it you learn yourself better,

In it you learn your mistakes and praise the good deeds you've done,

Tis' the mind's darkness that kills,

Negative thinking is mind's darkness,

Wise men and brave men say that and I say this,

But! still; the question remains for many,

What is darkness?

What is the mystery in it?

Written: 22/03/06

Dream

2008-09-10T02:20:00.000-07:00

Sleep darling sleep,

Sleep a peaceful sleep,

Dream of the lake and valley,

The place of your childhood,

The place where you ran around with bare feet,

Sleep darling sleep,

Sleep a peaceful sleep,

Dream of you grandmother's hut,

Surrounded by fruit laden trees,

The trees which you climbed to pluck fruit from,

Sleep darling sleep,

Sleep a peaceful sleep,

Dream of the chirping sounds of the birds,

The birds whose nests you protected out of your innocence from cats,

The birds which you fed from your own hands,

Sleep darling sleep,

Sleep a peaceful sleep,

This cruel world has destroyed what you dream,

There is no hut now nor is there a lake,

The cruel world has destroyed all that you saw,

So sleep darling sleep,

Sleep and dream!

[This is one of my initial sensible poems, yes it is a bit dumb. But first times will always be first times ]

Written: 08/08/05

My Moon

2008-09-10T02:16:00.000-07:00

I thought I saw him tonight,

Cause' on my terrace a light was shining bright,

But, when I went out to greet him,

The light I had seen had become dim,

I looked up towards his home - the sky,

I asked his friends and relatives - the stars - where he was and why?

They told me that he was around,

I searched and called out to him, but in vain as he could not be found,

The stars speak a language that he taught me,

The Language of Silence -

He has communicated millions of thoughts and ideas with me,

And so have I with him; all in silence,

I had to tell him so much today,

But, could not cause' I couldn't find him,

The light was his of course,

Though very dim,

I can bet on anything dear to me, I know it was him,

"I love you", he one day had told me that,

"I love you too", I replied as we were about to say goodnight after a very long chat,

He though practically far has a soul too,

And I have felt it very near to me as long as I knew,

Of his existence and power,

He is my love and my life - my moon,

And soon we will unite,

When God lets me leave the Earth to be with him for time - infinite.

Written: 15/04/07

Modern Love

2008-09-10T02:08:00.000-07:00

I sent him(my fool of a boyfriend!) a hi,

But he didn't reply,

I started to cry,

Tears fell like rain from my eye,

I thought about all that we had had with a sigh,

About the time he took me out for a lunch of ice and cream pie,

Also, about the time; when just for my smile; he promised to get me the stars from the sky,

It made it harder for me to make my eyes dry,

And Lo! just then; my neighbour; a cute guy,

Concerned, stopped and asked what was wrong and why?

I wiped my tears and thanked him and said nothing was with another sigh!

He shook his head, smiled and said, "You can never lie."

His concern touched me and his smile made me feel like to jump in the air high!

He asked me out for coffee in that shop where there was not a single fly,

I smiled back and thought here it starts again - Modern Love.

Written: 12/10/06

A Festive Winter In Hyderabad

2008-09-10T02:07:00.000-07:00