Friday, April 22, 2016

Forever Young

I always thought we would be forever young and free...

That there would be always dancing on streets and climbing trees.

Long walks along deserted dark streets and us falling asleep in the midst of the morning breeze..

Always thought that would be our thing..

But a day at the beach that would turn into a long night is now a distant reality,

Riding in cars with no destinations in sight is no more a possibility.

There is something about getting old that is just not for me;day dreaming need not be such a luxury!

But then there we are at that party and I am trying too hard to feel.

Those endless conversations they don't come by so easily.Long silences and big TV screens surround me

As I resist falling asleep ; I realize I have to just let it be..
You and I will still do our thing..even if we are not so young and free..

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Nothing gloomy or too deep..
All I am looking for is something silly with a cup of tea.

We could have coffee too if you please..
As long as you promise to be free.

Free from all this pretense and role play..
Free like we were little girls again.

Why does it seem that it was so long ago..
When those giggles were not so hollow.

All this jazz can only bring blues..
Lighten up my friend ,look at the brighter hues.

A day out together will do us good..
Hold my hand as we sing through the old neighbourhood.

I hope it rains and soaks us through. .
A little splish splash will go with those Jimmy Choos

As I pause to steal a glance at you..
I see what I should have known all the way through

I have lost you to a world or two ...
You my friend are just someone I knew..
A long time ago that too..

Those Jimmy Choos, they do you good.

Thursday, September 12, 2013

All things old and chucked away

Do you remember the last time you cleaned a comb ?
When i was a kid my mom used to make me clean all the household combs every sunday. I used to enjoy the task immensely and felt quite responsible and all thinking that the family's hair hygiene rested on my little shoulders. Quite a lot of time was spent in dipping the combs in soap solution and then using an old toothbrush to clean each comb meticulously.They were then left to dry in the sun and I would smile proudly at the bright and shiny ,as good as new things.

I now buy a new comb everytime the current one gets reasonably dirty. There are  hardly any old toothbrushes around.
They are chucked into the dustbin right next to pens with used refills, old batteries,unwanted post and all that is deemed useless on that particular day.
When was the last time you bought pen refills? 
On one of my rare visits to the tailors recently, I overheard one of the other customers asking him for the leftover kapda. Maybe I was imagining things but I had a feeling that he was as bemused as I was at this request.
My grandma used to make pretty things out of all the rags in the house.I now realize it was more than a hobby.
My uncle used to make these little notebooks of  wedding invites and all other unused paper for grocery lists,things to do and all that. I buy mine at crosswords. The fancy ones which say organic or recycled paper. They look cute in the display and on my fridge too;after all grocery lists should look pretty i tell myself. I guess they make the dustbins look pretty too at the end of the day.

In this age of new found prosperity and our race to be westernized ,we seem to have lost our sense of preservation. I think only when the west goes big on recycling,we will go back to how things used to be?
But where is the time I ask myself; or the space ? Hmm i guess that is material for some other post some other day...

Friday, June 21, 2013

Next Time...

I love the gloominess which lurks around this time of the year.
The dark clouds hovering around ominously...They speak of distant memories.
Remind me of all the fun had in the rain;In another time and another place.
And then almost on cue, it Rains..
Next time, I tell myself.
I love the calm that ensues after. It speaks volumes, through the occasional tip tap.
I love the little streams making their way through feverishly;
They seem to have a purpose;a meaning.
Make me wonder why I did not get out there...
 Next time, I tell myself.
I love the mud that sticks on the soles of my shoes and  finds it's way into my life.
Just like the water that has seeped through the window sills.
Reminding me of things that could have been...
Next time for sure,I tell myself.

Friday, February 22, 2013

The Blue Boots

There they lay on the window still,
a little dusty, a little beat.
Shoved into the corner, for a rainy day;
Who knew what tales they were aching to tell.

Step into them I wanted to,
Will on a rainy day I told myself.
Shoved them into the corners of my mind,
there they lay safe.

Wear them when you can make the most of them,
said my friend.That is the wise way.
You will need them one day for sure.
Till then, they need to be put away.

That day was yesterday my love,
said the old lady with the white face.
So many rains and so many suns,
you seemed to have missed them in all the rush.

Rains they come and go, I said.
This though, I need to get done today.
Oh if only you could wear them just once,she said.
You would know what fun they entail.

There is nothing to fear. she said.
All they need is a little getting wet.

Stepped into them , I did.
Those Blue boots they just fit.
Everything just fell into place,
Everyday is now a rainy day.

Monday, September 10, 2012

Lost in the woods

Being lost in the woods, is where I want to be...
Some place where no one can find me.
Dark strange places and crazy faces following me...
That's the adventure I seek.
But those woods they elude me..
Familiar faces and places surround me.
Places that I want to flee...

Oh,where is that rabbit hole when you need it..

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Not so Strong

Sometimes I wish I was not so strong; that I would just give in

Sometimes I wish it was easy, easy to show the pain

Sometimes I wish the words would just flow; that the silence wasn't so overpowering

Sometimes I wish my love was not so deep; that there were no heartbreaks

Sometimes I wish they knew what it was like; that I did not have it easy

Sometimes I wish they could see beyond the pride; hear through the silences

Sometimes I wish my strength wasn't my weakness…