Sunday, July 7, 2013

The Hickey


Do you feel like someone is crushing you right now?
Like a tight warm embrace on a night filled with snow?
Like your eyes are closed and you feel kisses on your eyebrow? 
Just like the sun kisses a sunflower, bright and yellow?
Like a kid dancing in the rain and spots a rainbow?

No, don't wake up,
don't spoil it,
don't open your eyes,
this is just me hugging you,
warm, cozy and tight.

And if you spot a red spot,
don't go grab an ice,
that's my hickey,

Won't you just let it last for the night?

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Talaash


Kuch yaad sa aa raha hai
Kahin dekha hai unhey pehle kahin

 
Kuch yaad sa aa raha hai dhundhla sa
Magar theek se kuch yaad nahin, kahan? kabhi?

 
Haan shaayad dekha hai kahin
Magar tha woh khwab ya haqeeqat, pata nahi

 
Woh chehra, apna sa, pehchaana sa lag raha hai jo
Jaise mile pichle janam mein aur bichad gaye ho
 

Woh pehchani si khusboo, woh muskurahat woh baalon ki silvate
Kahan se, najaane, kaise hamare zehan mein buss gaye woh

 
Aankhey bandh kar kay dil ki nazro se dhoond leta hoon
Shaayad mere dil ke kisi gali mein woh nazrey bhi mujhe dhoondti ho?

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Tashkees


Jab hakim ko bhi ilaaj samajh na aaye
Aur din ba din marz badhta jaaye

Jab bheed mein khud ko tanha paaye
Aur duur tak koee apna nazar na aaye

Jab din bhar kaasid ka intezaar sataye
Aur raat mein tanhayi lori sunaye

Jab aks dekh kar khud sharmaye
Aur chand mein kisi ka chehra nazar aaye

Jab bina piye he surur chaa jaaye
Aur banda waqt be waqt sher sunaye

Jab din mein karey raat ka intezaar
Aur har jhonkha hawa ka laaye khumar

Jab Sapno mein miley koee yaar gaddar

Toh samjho aap ke mareez ko ho gaya hai pyar

Saturday, June 8, 2013

My Mango Cheesecake

Exactly 10 years ago on this very day, that is, 8 June 2003 something wonderful happened. Something wonderful that changed my life forever.

It was a Sunday, and I along with my parents took an hour plus long afternoon journey from Nerul in Navi Mumbai to the Domestic Terminal of Mumbai’s passenger Airport at Santacruz. There, very near to the Airport, at the Orchid Ecotel Hotel in a nice cozy hotel room we met Mr. John Paul Moolayil, who was there along with his beautiful wife Mrs. Valsa John Paul and their only daughter who was still pursuing her final year in Architecture from Satyabhama University in Chennai.

After a brief introduction, the seniors reminisced their good old forgotten days, most of which they vaguely remembered and talked about some common family friends from their past life in Baroda which, was followed by a string of modest unidirectional bragging by my dad, which instantly elevated me to superhero status. Notwithstanding my embarrassment at imagining myself flying with my undies over my trousers, which almost ended up with me burying my head into my shoe soles, the chubby, bearded and cheerful Mr. John Paul who was dressed in a silk white Kurta and Kerala Mundu allowed me to take his daughter down to the lobby for a ‘private’ chat.

Down at the lobby, we stopped by the Cake Shop and picked up a Mango Cheese Cake and two spoons. We found a table in the corner and posited ourselves there. On that table, I found out that she had three names, Elizabeth, Thara and Unni and she found out the Sweety was not just a pet name! There, we also talked about our college life, our friends, our religion, our aspirations and the movies that we loved.

As we talked, and she narrated on how her parents conned her into making this visit to Mumbai, I got lost in those eyes, taking advantage of which, she proceeded with raiding the Mango Cheesecake using both the spoons.




That day, I don’t know if it was her used spoon or the Chef’s handiwork, the Cheesecake tasted awesome. That day I fell in love with Mango Cheesecake. Somewhere in the days that followed, I fell in love with that girl.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Kevin’s School Bus.


After a few unattended calls to the School Bus driver, Kevin’s mother assumed that possibly, the bus met with an accident or had breakdown and so decided to drive him to his school.

She drops him at the gate, and before leaving finds out why the bus did not come today.

As she leaves the Admin Office, a visibly shocked Kevin runs out of his class crying and frantically running to the building exit. His mother intercepts him at the lobby and this is what he had to say "Amma, I forgot to tell you. I don't have school today"

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

A little bit of insanity


A little bit of insanity is good
If it gives me wings to fly
 If it takes me far and high
If it gives the world a better I


A little bit of insanity is good
If it brings in happiness and joy
If it posits a smile
And parks a tinkle in the eye


A little bit of insanity is good
If it binds my home
If it makes us one
And from us, it takes away the ‘I’


A little bit of insanity is good
If it makes me courageous
If it makes me carefree
And takes away my fear to vie


A little bit of insanity is good
If it pushes me to strive
To kill my fears high and dry
And put me on the podium high


A little bit of insanity is good
If it brings in more sunshine
If it keeps the wind blowing fine
And  kindles my stars to shine


A little bit of insanity is good
If it makes your tresses glow
If it causes my words to flow
And a poem for the world to know


A little bit of insanity is good
Yes, for me and for you
And for the rest of the world too
A little bit of insanity is good
A little bit of insanity is good

Sunday, May 19, 2013

My poem for feeling alive.



Treat life as a precious gift.
Live each day as if it was your last.
Reinvent a new you.
Give it all, go that extra mile.
Respect the people around you.
Become what your kids want you to be.
Rise in Love, do not trip and fall.
Thank God.
That is all.