Thursday, August 16, 2007

Tag

caught a glimpse of it here at her request and had to agree. Our blogs needed this. So we marched forward and tagged ourselves.

If I were...

If I were a beginning, I would be: chaos.
If I were a month, I would be: december.
If I were a day of the week, I would be: thursday.
If I were a time of day, I would be:the twilight zone.
If I were a planet, I would be: earth.
If I were a season, I would be: autumn.
If I were a sea animal, I would be: the clown fish .
If I were a direction, I would be: the one that changes constantly.
If I were a piece of furniture, I would be: a bookshelf.
If I were a sin, I would be: lust.
If I were a liquid, I would be: wine.
If I were a fraud/scare, I would be: doubt
If I were a gem, I would be: emerald.
If I were a tree, I would be: a deciduous tree.
If I were a tool, I would be: a pen.
If I were a flower/plant, I would be: narcissus.
If I were a kind of weather, I would be: a tempest.
If I were a musical instrument, I would be: violin.
If I were an animal, I would be: man.
If I were an emotion, I would be: obsession.
If I were a vegetable, I would be: mushroom.
If I were a sound, I would be: an echo.
If I were an element, I would be: fire.
If I were a car, I would be: chitty chitty bang bang.
If I were a song, I would be: like a bridge over troubled water, i will lay me down.
If I were a food, I would be: food for thought.
If I were a place, I would be: a hilltop.
If I were a material, I would be: satin.
If I were a taste, I would be: of water.
If I were a scent, I would be: the perfect scent sought by Grenouille.
If I were a religion, I would be: life and sometimes death.
If I were a sentence, I would be: Even this shall pass.
If I were a body part, I would be: eyes.
If I were a facial expression, I would be: distant.
If I were a subject in college, I would be: poetry.
If I were a shape, I would be: a perfect circle.
If I were a quantity, I would be: seven.
If I were a colour, I would be: black.
If I were a thing, I would be: a key.
If I were a landmass, I would be: an island.
If I were a book, I would be: the little prince
If I were a monument, I would be: a pyramid .
If I were an artist, I would be: rembrandt.
If I were a collection of poems, I would be: rubaiyat of omar khayyam
If I were a landscape, I would be:Banks of the Seine at Champrosay by Renoir
If I were a watch, I would be:
a swiss one. alternatively a large grandfather clock.
If I were God, I would be: Uno.
If I were a vowel, I would be: i.
If I were a consonant, I would be: n.
If I were a formula, I would be: uninvented.
If I were a Science, I would be: astronomy.
If I were a theory, I would be: the discarded one.
If I were a famous person, I would be: still the same.
If I were an electronic equipment, I would be: an old outdated computer
If I were sport, I would be: rather a game. word game?
If I were a movie, I would be: mary poppins
If I were a cartoon, I would be: calvin.
If I were an explorer, I would be: the one to go back to future.
If I were a scientist, I would be: newton.
If I were a relation, I would be: the unnamed.
If I were a river, I would be: an undercurrent, flowing unknown, unseen.
If I were intoxication, I would be: jealousy.
If I were alone, I would be: thinking.
If I were a question, then I would be: From here...where?
If I were a hobby, I would be: reading minds.
If I were a habit, I would be: forgetfulness.
If I were in an atom, I would be: still a part of the universe.
If I were an end, I would be: peaceful.

If I were you, I would be: forgiving

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Footfalls, fair winds, echoes, blue mountains….
and within the reach of the personal heaven,
a few packets of wisdom scattered here and there.


Wisdom is a very somber expression…
heavy word bending under
the weight of years of loneliness, gush of joy intertwined with a mass of silence…

Wisdom floated in and out of my perception of years
and years to follow…
wisdom ran me dry….
licked the last drop of consciousness that I had


and before I fell I could here the throbbing of uncertainty in my veins…

and I knew

wisdom would one day,

some day

take my leave,

without my knowledge beneath my crust of consciousness.

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And of course it would come again another day, another time from life beyond what I could see and hear…from life beyond what I could feel in the breath of my breath…and it would linger for a while and glide away into another world….

where it was I never knew…

And we shared this love hate relationship always….the mirror held us, captivated us together, growing apart from each other, caressing distance, making love, this time to time…

Together we bonded like pieta, holding each other, bleeding, weeping, flesh and tears, blood and sweat and departure…that is how it always happened…

we knew it would be the same.. enacted in the same Shakespearian manner over and over again until the curtain fell….

and I picked up another shred of wisdom from where you left…

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Darkness dripping from my eyes, lonesome walking an extra mile,

and my death again…


who would carry my corpse dear friend across an extra light year?


Will you, stranger?

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Don’t wash away the stains of blood;

don’t wipe your brow with droplets of sweat

dripping down and touching my feet…


.....your last tribute? ....




I wonder…

Friday, August 3, 2007

My poems are soft green

My poems are also flaming crimson

My poems are like a wounded fawn

seeking refuge in the forest.





Guantaramera.



When everything stops, music moves. Music shall swirl and splash and stop by me. And wash me out. And poetry, poems, ballads shall come with her. This is how I shall grow old, bit by bit, breath by breath.



Puff the magic dragon shall live. Forever. In that attic of metamorphosis. That small room, four walls, nothing more save a basketful of imagination, a handful of whims and fascination that grew and grew, fabricated by story book anne and glad games played by pollyanna. They were there, of course.



Little by little, we grew up. Together at times. Amidst strawberry fields, under blood red sky, with promises of meeting again once upon a time in future amidst a world swirling like there was no tomorrow.

Glad we met again. :)

Thursday, August 2, 2007

what more kid? what more could you want? apple pie, lemon tart, ice candy?crayons, water colour and pastels?

grow up. grow up now. not much difficult, is it?