Gray

Lines are drawn in black, on white...

or in white on black... if you please,

But you couldn't draw a line between the two,

There cannot be straight lines at least!

Ah.. the love story of black and white

who were so inseparable indeed

No one could draw a line between the two

It was almost an impossible deed.

Black was all that white was not..

He was like the dark dark night.

And white was all that black was not..

As though a brilliant light.

Those inseparable two quarreled everyday

Their wars would never end

Yet they never gave up their ways

Neither one would ever bend.

No one else wanted to stand with either

There was need for a "golden" mean.

But poor Gold could not draw the line

And no one else seemed very keen.

Solemnly, it was declared

upon a hazy day

That the grave task would be taken up

by invincible 'Gray'.

Now gray he was a clever chap,

He sat between the two,

He nodded here he nodded there,

he gave his two cents too

He got a little share of white

and black too gave his share

And as he started blending in,

they didnt even notice him there!

He blended more and more

and took up so much space at last

the space between real black and white

grew glaringly vast

Everyone was happy now

that they had a place to stand

And even as they stood in gray

for nothing they'd have to stand.

As gray settled in between,

The division had begun

But no fool really noticed that

Now black and white were one!!

That girl

Oh, where is that care-free girl?

Who sang at the slightest chance..

and yet never cared to dance!

She sang sweet songs - all the time!

She did it for no reason, but only for the rhyme!

:*)

Ahh there she is... I spotted her alright!

A twinkling smile, shining bright!

Once in a while she likes to play hide and seek

and she always goes and hides in shadows - dark and bleak.

Sometimes I'm left searching for her night and day!!

But I gotta tell you a secret - her smile always gives her away! :D

Times Square

She went about life as usual, although it was not.

And she knew it wasn't. She did not pretend it was.

But she did nothing about it. She wondered if she needed to something about it.

Perhaps deep inside she felt, she did need to.

But somewhere even deeper within, she knew it did not matter.

It did not matter, because no one knew right from wrong anyway.

No one knows and no one can tell.

May be intuition can? But intuition is a selfish thing as well.

What does right mean anyway? and what is the meaning of wrong?

Right for whom? Right says who?

There is no right and wrong. They are just illusions to feed her ever hungry mind.

her ever hungry self,

her ever hungry ego...

to calm it down..

She tells herself that something is right and something is wrong, so she may be able to make a decision, or take a stance.

To temporarily create an illusion of peace among the ever increasing chaos in her mind.

Instead, would it be wiser to accept the chaos and find peace in it?

No one would believe that it indeed is possible to do so;

not unless they visit Times Square at least 4 times; and just sit and stare for a while.

Who am I?

I ask myself, sometimes now..

What is it that i want?

but I never seem to get an answer.

No, it's not one of those questions which YOU ask yourself.

This one is my question.

It is not about my "passion" or "choice of career"

It is not about "life in general"

sometimes it is about what movies I like.

what food do i like?

what do i want to do on the weekend.

not what I have to do...

or what others might want me to do...

It's about me.

I have never asked these before to myself.

I have never tried to understand my natural urges

I feel like water - always fitting perfectly in any container offered.

Relenting, letting go.

Accepting choices made by people or circumstances, as my own; even Approving them.

I guess people say that it's supposed to be good to be that way - like water - No desires, no pain .... whatever.

I don't know me.

But I would love to.

Till yesterday, I used to be surprised about people who live alone.

Even feel depressed for them.

For the first time in 25 years..

I want to know me, perhaps even BE me.

I want to live with me for a while.

I feel like I am asking for a saint's life - isolated in the forest.

Meditating to reveal the wealth of secrets within.

Stars

When i ask the stars, what they hold for me,

They twinkle at me playfully.

Stubborn, un-revealing, glowing in mirth.

I wonder what it is they hold in the darkness behind them.

They are in no hurry to tell.

They enjoy their mysterious twinkling glory

The pleasure of knowing what lies beyond infinity... aah that must be some pleasure.

And they keep winking,

Lest their beautiful twinkling eyes give their secrets away.

But just may be they have no secret

And that is what they want to hide

Perhaps they have nothing to tell

Attention seekers - all of them.

Imposters - concealing nothing but layers and layers of darkness.

Hoarding no Light, hiding no future.

And perhaps that is why

They never can look me in the eye.

I see them stare only as I turn my gaze away.

Sly creatures... or may be just shy creatures...

July 13, 2011 - Mumbai

tears in my eyes

I know not what to do

can it be prevented?

can it be cured?

the fatalist in me never says die.

but i still wish that i get the strength some day

to be able to think and do that,

which will wipe the tears in my eyes, and a million more.

that place

take me, my friend, to the place that was

or at least that I believed existed.

for I am not sure now..

the place where there were mountains and the purest white snow

the place where land met the sea in golden glory, was it really a dream?

where rivers were mothers like Virgin Mary - untainted, untamed, generous and unclaimed.

where clouds loved to sacrifice for the lush green earth beneath

and dress her up with drops of liquid gold... it was but water.

where the earth would be so drenched in love with all that she gave life to.

where a bright heart grew brighter still, ah yes... it might seem strange.

but it was real.... that place... or at least in my mind.. it was, I believe - so real.

perhaps, if you try hard, my friend, some day you can help me get there.

I have a Diamond!

I have a diamond!
Oh, what a delight!
What wonderful radiance
He's a brilliant white!

Hardly have I seen
So earnest a soul
Unaware of his brilliance
In a mine of coal.

His brilliance is heavenly
Almost too much to bare.
Perhaps that is why the coal rocks
Don't acknowledge him there.

But he is my diamond
In him I rejoice
And as he shines upon me
I find my true voice.

Dear Mom

My dear Mom,
I wish that I could kiss you
Hug you tight and warm

I'll send the kiss in priority mail
In a bubble wrap, just in case.
And hope that when you open the package
It'll pop right in your face! :)

Meanwhile, I'll send one on your g-talk window
So you can see it when you log in,
I can imagine how you'll smile at the smiley
And press your cheek against the screen.

You can ping me back that sparkling smile
How, I'd love to see that grin…
May be post a post on my Facebook wall
That I'd "like" when I login.

And may be you could package a ton of love,
I'm sure they'll find some way to send it through
And a thousand hugs to keep me warm
And don't forget a kiss or two.