tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42816735151070036702024-03-06T08:50:03.842+05:30Twisterscoz i love them tongue-twisters,
simply complicated,
how life can't beSabulehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16724152910170403799noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281673515107003670.post-36884714058451324142015-02-08T17:06:00.002+05:302015-02-08T17:06:54.568+05:30Eight<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Eight<div>
Thats the number of months I've been pregnant for. It has an "about time now I'm tired" feel to it. It is an adventure of finding out all the nooks that can pain. Gym has got nothing on it.</div>
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So many things people tell you and so many more that they don't. Current advice being keep moving and walking and walking do you walk its good to walk. I could walk to the other end of them if i could.</div>
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Do you know your pelvis is shifting and softening in anticipation and it aches and you can't place a finger on it exactly where is that pain coming from. </div>
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I think twice thrice and double that time if i got to leave the bed. Who is at the door, do I really need to pee, can I not eat, why doesn't everything just fuck off. </div>
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Nights bring their own horrors of dreams, contradictions of wanting to be left alone but also to be held. Exhaustion but no sleep. Weeping and sobbing cuz which side to lie on. </div>
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Few more weeks and finally I can get rid if this wrist ache that has ensured I can't hold a pen for the last 6 months. </div>
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Sabulehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16724152910170403799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281673515107003670.post-30668199084725302312013-08-18T19:46:00.003+05:302013-08-18T19:46:46.254+05:30An autobiography [of a dust bin]<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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So i dreamt someone was yanking at my jaws, trying
to dislodge it and i had just fallen asleep is this what nightmares are
made up of.
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Or better still, i was peacefully asleep in my safe
corner when someone yanked at my jaw, almost dislodging it and me from
my corner only for me to break in cold sweat and wake up to realise it
is still dark outside and no one is really
yanking at my jaws. Phew, nightmares.</div>
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I really don't mind someone gently nudging my jaws
open. Its one of the most important exercises of my day. Jaw open. Jaw
close. Jaw open. Like slowing chewing a bubble gum noisily.
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But some of those days when you pour all your
non-segregated, broken glasses, stale food from a month ago filth i want
to leave you. Why is it so difficult for you to see that there is no
paper lined and you won't give me a shower anytime
soon. </div>
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I don't ask much from you, do i. Keep my corner fragranced and i am happy.<br />
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[brought to you by the below tweet] <br />
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Sabulehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16724152910170403799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281673515107003670.post-63948913784656693852013-04-01T11:37:00.001+05:302013-04-01T13:03:47.511+05:30She never knew<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sabulehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16724152910170403799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281673515107003670.post-66037449917162636892013-02-15T14:23:00.001+05:302013-02-15T14:23:18.936+05:30i found a piece<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
found myself a part of me,<br />
in a mosaic, of broken waves,<br />
and shores of gold.<br />
<br />
i found myself, a part of me,<br />
in the tinted orange skies,<br />
of a winter morning,<br />
and chattering teeth.<br />
<br />
looking at the swing, found myself, <br />
the park of forgotten childhood,<br />
evenings & the fountain of a rushing day.<br />
<br />
the shops across the road,<br />
run around the alleys of vacations,<br />
the simmer of the parched earth,<br />
i found myself under a banyan tree.<br />
<br />
outside the bus, window i found,<br />
me on the road so wide, staring afar, <br />
in the past of spring noons, <br />
sparkling sunrays.<br />
<br />
While the boat wobbled, on the oceans,<br />
wide & blue, i saw below, <br />
the bottomlessness,<br />
i found myself a part of me.<br />
<br />
the cobbled road, the centuries carrying brick,<br />
steeped into the past, the crinkled faced,<br />
a stranger's smile found me, <br />
a part of me for me.<br />
<br />
i saw myself, at the other end,<br />
the reflection in your eyes,<br />
dipped in chocolate. Smiling mischief,<br />
sipping tea on a sunny day.<br />
<br />
i did find a part of me.</div>
Sabulehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16724152910170403799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281673515107003670.post-61063144102638797512012-12-02T13:26:00.003+05:302012-12-02T14:39:35.142+05:30I often think...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I often think<br />
A lot; not much at times<br />
Still like the lonely bench<br />
On a promenade<br />
Waves lashing over the reclaimed<br />
Land; under the feet of strangers<br />
Making passages of my story<br />
A chapter of silence often,<br />
Memories like the permanent crease<br />
On an earmarked page<br />
Of my life's book<br />
Filled with words<br />
Of banality, ennui, restless<br />
Nights; and days filled with emptiness<br />
Nerve wrecking pauses.<br />
I often walk, or jog these thoughts<br />
To lose them<br />
Move without a map; lose them at a corner<br />
Of an unmarked lane; a shop selling<br />
Trinkets from someone's past<br />
Pawned for another<br />
These buyers unaware.<br />
I sit looking at the face;<br />
Of a jagged valley crisscrossing<br />
The cracked mirror<br />
Reflection distorted, million pieces<br />
For a path that may be mine
A plan.<br />
To reach there<br />
Following with the finger tips<br />
Blinking. Harsh light from a neon bulb<br />
blurring the scars of time.<br />
Things are incomplete<br />
Unclimaxed; without an end to every evening<br />
Maybe if I couldn't think at all.</div>
Sabulehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16724152910170403799noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281673515107003670.post-68877293536452833462012-11-08T23:58:00.001+05:302012-11-09T00:19:34.480+05:30...they are boys<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So i found place near the door of the train, plugged in my headphone, put a song on loop and tried to forget the various aches i am going through. This old lady sitting besides me gets up, and in a few minutes starts talking.<br />
<br />
It starts with its that a phone that works by touching. I did not hear her the first time. So i pulled out one ear piece and tried to listen again. Yes, it is a touch phone. I smile. She goes on about how her daughter-in-law also had one but it did not last for long and it was quite expensive and she had got a new one. I smile and nod. <br />
<br />
Another few minutes, my ear piece is back on and another ache is creeping in. She asks me if i work, i nod. Am i married. I shake my head. Am i a single kid. I shake my head and tell her i have 2 younger sisters. Oh she says. No brother? I have plastered the smile on and shake head, no. We are only sisters. So you have to work, she asks. No, i wanted to. <br />
You are like a son to your parents, you are doing a sons job, she adds. (And i try to recollect how many times have i had this same conversation. About not having brothers, parents not having a son, me being my parents son. Do people not realise how annoying it is?)<br />
<br />
I keep smiling and shrug. <br />
<br />
She tells me how these days daughters are the one who actually take care of their parents. How sons don't care anymore. She has 2 sons herself. She is a widow. None of the sons ask her how she is. If she would want something. Not that she wants anything, she says. But it would feel nice to think someone cares. Cannot argue that now. I smile and nod. <br />
<br />
She tells me how she was 6yrs old when she lost her mother. Then was sent off to a boarding school, when she came back to Hyderabad, her father married her off to a drunkard. The husband would beat her. Yell at her. Then she was pregnant with her first son. She came back to her father's place. But then she went back to her husband. She always wanted a daughter. But she had a son again. She got angry at god, told him no more kids. Give to others who are childless. To those women who get called barren. <br />
<br />
She tells me don't marry unless you want to. Do not compromise on that. How she had met so many girls who are pressurized by their parents to marry, how they are left with nothing else in their lives. Don't marry if you think you don't ever want to. Make a life for yourself. <br />
<br />
[I have gotten my ears pierced again. It is so much easier to be distracted when you are nursing physical pain. The headache from all the anger gets shadowed.]<br />
<br />
I did not get to say bye to that old lady. Maybe next time i'll catch the same train and meet her again.</div>
Sabulehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16724152910170403799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281673515107003670.post-69082099230867263932012-10-10T10:31:00.001+05:302012-10-10T10:31:16.128+05:30Men, uff.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have a complicated relation with men which varies from I love them, I love them a lot, oh so much love, stop being annoying love, and get lost. Even though many of the close guy friends doubt me when I check out the fairer sex along with them, I am pretty sure I like men more. Is it due to the fact that I get along with them better or that since I am usually more around men so I get along better with them. <br />
<br />
<br />
The best friend is a guy and also it was a guy who displaced me from being the first rank holder in class 5. I'll never forget you Rajesh. It was Raj who would tease me crazy with a Jungle book character's name since it rhymes with mine. And the only I love you i ever got to hear was by a guy who I ignored & ran away from since thats what a 10yr old girl would do when an 11yr old cutest guy ever says to you.<br />
<br />
And lately its men who are being pricer than the kohinoor who are driving me nuts. It is very difficult to stay unaffected by intelligent, cryptic, emotionally/geographically unavailable men. <br />
<br />
They have left me grinning silly at the screens of various monitors, cellphones, opaque windows with their words. Sleepless, wide awake in the middle of the night.<br />
<br />
There was this not-too-much-talker who I never talked to what with him being swamped by every pretty girl in college who would make you feel like a total behenji. The BEST bus tickets come with digits which we would add up & then any cute guy who's name would start with alpahabet that it corresponded with was ohhed and aahed about. These brooding kinds are such a hit.<br />
<br />
Then there are the charming, will listen to all what you have to say, will send flowers (virtual ones count too), again hit amongst all the ladies around (some of the girls would even be crying in their pillows every night each night), who will be good in everything they do. They read only as prescribed by the government but still seem to know it all. They'll never be serious. And then its someone next for them. <br />
<br />
Moving on to them who are all as messy with their emotions as a girl. They get emotional for any girl who tells them their sob story, they'll be nice with everyone, they'll get dumped by their girlfriends for someone else for unknown reasons, and they are much of a sweetheart.<br />
<br />
The emotionally unavailable come with dillemmas since they don't seem to be sure or clear what makes them emotionally unavailable. Geography can be worked upon but that takes first place in the "top 10 reasons why I am going to be aloof, stubborn, difficult, ambigious with you". It also lists down "women from the past who were the one and I can't seem to move on" as a very important reason. They'll give you sleepless nights & open eyed nightmares, you'll be pulling your hair in frustation while trying to convince yourself that it might work or might not work out depending on what time of the day you were daydreaming about them. Daytime tend to be optimistic while as the days business (busyness) slips into the plain dark canvas of night you would be on the edge of your bed questioning your sanity.<br />
<br />
You see, every last fall makes the next one more easier. To fall gets easier but not when it comes to getting over. <br />
<br />
EvilPieceOfHumanSpecies.<br />
</div>
Sabulehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16724152910170403799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281673515107003670.post-47172597352912729602012-10-08T16:08:00.002+05:302012-10-08T16:08:47.523+05:30When days take for things to sink in...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Being ambitious is easy when all you do is dream and the next day is back to snoozing the alarm for the nth time so you are late for work for the nth time and for the nth time you decide you’ll change your ways. Or atleast this stands true for me. <br />
Not ever since I remember, but ever since I became aware of the possibility of actually going someplace which wasn’t inside Bombay, I have wanted to travel. It could be any place. In the past few years I have done a lot of travelling (even if it has been confined to Bombay-Pune and around Pune. Or Kanha). And recently it was Turkey. Which I am not going to be tired of telling people about. It is part of a dream coming true. What after 2 people from the group having to cancel their plan at the last minute, 5 visit to the embassy to finally get the visa done, additional miserly behavior to have enough money in the bank to not have to be miserly when we reach Turkey. <br />
I have clearly forgotten the exact route we followed. I remember what I saw – fluffiest, bluest sky ever, cleanest bluest beaches ever, oldest driest ruins of the oldest Greek-Roman times, the Mediterranean from up the sky – paragliding can give you a mighty scare, Cappadokya from up the sky – height matters when some guy might need to pick you and drop inside the balloon’s basket, the clean whitest valleys where falling on your butt is quite a possibility followed by local lemon mint flavored ice-cream which leaves you dizzy with joy.<br />
And being placed on the map. Each shopkeeper would pluck you out from the surrounding and play lets-see-if-i-know-what-place-on-earth-do-you-aliens-come-from. Which was quite laughter inducing. <br />
The sounds (or lack of honking which you’d notice if you live in a crowded city), food (its not plain boiled! Yay!), colours (the skies varying at every possible chance, the overcoat & scarf clad local ladies, white valleys..exhausting to recollect), and the yummiest desserts you could imagine which ensures you don’t loose even a gram when you come back home. <br />
This is my haphazard but not half hearted recollection of the best journey yet. May the gods of travelling be nice to me for ever and ever and ever. </div>
Sabulehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16724152910170403799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281673515107003670.post-77675273632588760752012-07-23T21:03:00.000+05:302012-07-23T21:03:37.049+05:30Homeless<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This far away gaze,<br />
This silent whimper,<br />
This furtive thought,<br />
Touches the fingers and turns to vapour.<br />
This ominous fog, my breathe leaves<br />
Blurred words, their lifespan just a blink.<br />
I sit near the window, my home for the moment<br />
The bench across the sea too at another<br />
I carry the gaze, the silence, the unknown thought<br />
To walk along with me, to reside in me<br />
Till i find the next home.<br />
<br />
Relentless fluttering, the heart needs to rest<br />
I lie down in the dew.<br />
Running feet over the pond, breaking the stars' glimpse.<br />
I carry the unwashed fingers, along with the morning fragrance<br />
The feet find the gravels<br />
While i find the next home.<br />
<br />
I look for a place, until i reach the final home.<br />
<br /></div>Sabulehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16724152910170403799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281673515107003670.post-66220855224722486092012-06-08T22:18:00.001+05:302012-06-08T22:18:20.749+05:30Answers?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You don't know if all was spoken,<br />
That all which I held within<br />
Was shared.<br />
You don't know if all was what you saw,<br />
That all which was in front<br />
Was all what had to be seen.<br />
If I hide within the turbulence of a stormy night<br />
Or the calm of a spring morning.<br />
Love for life, love life, life hence love<br />
It is for each to find<br />
Though guides along the path would point the way<br />
It is for each to decide<br />
Will it be search, or <br />
Giving up and rest to follow.<br />
Some thoughts wouldn't see the light<br />
Someone with a yes may not be the answer<br />
Somethings are meant not to be<br />
Distorted perceptions & illusions may not survive.<br />
<br />
Nothing is meant to survive, that is the eternal truth. </div>Sabulehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16724152910170403799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281673515107003670.post-67012486939203181542012-05-13T22:51:00.002+05:302012-05-13T22:51:36.620+05:30In a straightjacket<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
She was scared of things. Scared of people. Scared to talk. Scared when talked too.<br />
She was scared of heights. She was scared to touching anything.<br />
She was jealous of people. Jealous that they seems so not scared.<br />
Not scared of things, of people. Not scared when they talked. Or when somebody talked to them.<br />
Jealous of people who could laugh out loud, without inhibition. Or who did not care of what people thought of them.<br />
She was never the favourite. She was good at her studies but the teachers found the other kid who was charming better than her. She was the eldest child at home but she was supposed to act grown up since was the eldest child.<br />
She was scared of making friends. Jealous of people who could make friends easily.<br />
She was scared of losing friends. Jealous that people could stop caring after a while while she couldn't.<br />
She was scared to love. She was jealous of people without spectacles, without messy hair, without bucktooth, without accumulating fat, with their overflowing talents & mirth, with someone to love them.<br />
<br />
She sat in the tub, scratching away fear & jealousy that was in her. She scratched until her skin was red & burning. Until she felt like she was on fire. She wore a clean white gown & stepped out. Faint red marks were peeping from underneath.</div>Sabulehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16724152910170403799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281673515107003670.post-3569904762991742732012-04-18T17:55:00.000+05:302012-04-18T17:57:36.690+05:30Rustling thoughtsWhile the dream lasted, it felt all so real<br />To realise that the glimpse of the burning candle<br />Was the sun setting across the horizon.<br />The thoughts were bright & colourful. <br />Playing in the spring foilage with the blooming flowers.<br />Where laughter was easy to come<br />Looking at the butterflies & fireflies.<br /><br />What is real, is it a nightmare <br />To which I have woken up<br />Or did I sleep.<br />Where the sounds weep.<br />Thorns adorn the weary traveller's path. Nothing ever as was before.<br /><br />Life and its tragedies, living beyond <br />The shore. Of expectations & returns.Sabulehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16724152910170403799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281673515107003670.post-58281413813939449002012-04-02T00:07:00.003+05:302012-04-02T00:21:55.513+05:30PathsBuilding thoughts around wishes<br />Creating smiles around these thought<br />I am in love with them<br />They don't deny me that happiness<br />which these open eyes make me see<br />To be not possible, to be not real<br />To be mere dreams.<br /><br />I am bound to fall<br />To have skinned my wishes' knees<br />To have my heart shattered into thousands of pieces<br />To have cried myself to sleep<br />To have woken up<br />when the bird won't cheer me<br />But what is a day without an accident, what is a life without incidences.<br /><br />I carve my path along the way<br />I am the traveler and the destination<br />I walk along, looking for what to find<br />Trying to find who am I<br />I will never find me<br />But I will have my heart lost to you<br />When on our intersection, you are a part<br />Of my way.<br /><br />I smile, teary eyed. I carry your thought with me.Sabulehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16724152910170403799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281673515107003670.post-88649875478257687892012-03-05T21:51:00.000+05:302012-03-05T22:02:43.519+05:30Doubts I don't want to solveThe ocean, wide and never ending<br />It sure does have an end<br />Which my desires lack<br />Wanting that which is <br />Not less that a mirage.<br />But only if I knew what is that want.<br />All that the eyes see<br />It sees that what it wants to see<br />I believe what I want to.<br />The tree goes deep<br />But the roots know their purpose<br />My purpose is still unknown<br />Yet to be found.<br />I seek to find it too<br />It never seems to be in my reach though.<br />The nightgale, the hawk<br />They pray, they prey<br />Groping in the dark<br />Running behind shadows<br />I pray to fall prey to.Sabulehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16724152910170403799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281673515107003670.post-50852276003741474562012-02-15T17:42:00.003+05:302012-02-15T23:33:12.759+05:30When they thought"You don't understand. There are miles and miles between us."<br />"But distance is really so trivial!"<br />"How did you manage to think there could be any outcome of this. We met on a social network. We haven't even met and there are bleak chances of we ever meeting in real."<br /><br />And she was left wondering if distance really was that big a problem. How hard would it be to fly to his city and meet. Only if would just agree. Also, there was this minor issue of his words not showing any emotions. They had never had a voice conversation. But that never seemed a problem. She had fallen head over heels on his words. They were dark, complicated, not ever giving away what he was thinking. It had taken some time for her to get him to reply to her. Hr was opaque. Always on the edge, ready to snap. A challenge really. But of-course it did not stay a light pursuit for a long time. She wasn't known for keeping emotions at bay. And it had happened again.<br /><br />Earlier it had happened with the one who would send her virtual sunflowers. Since she didn't have any favourite flower. And sunflower seemed good enough as an answer when he had asked her her favourites list. And they laughed. And she got one everyday. Until the day she told him and he reminded her the distance. Distance the first time. Distance always. <br /><br />Wasn't it supposed to be a small world?<br /><br />[typos fixed. Result of a slower day.]Sabulehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16724152910170403799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281673515107003670.post-73588387755743454912012-02-10T19:12:00.002+05:302012-02-10T19:51:40.945+05:30BayimaanMoh laaga rey tohsey piya,<br />mann bikhaare hai yaad. <br /><br />Naina taakey aakaas ko, <br />bairaagan hui main, <br />aur tu naa jaaney naam mera. <br /><br />Paraan saanso se bandha hai, <br />saans bandhe hai tohsey. <br />Tu toh chala jaata hai, <br />aangan se morey, bin batiyaae. <br /><br />Peedh iss jagg se aur mila na kuch dooja. <br />Tu bhi aa daan kar, thodey aur dukh de badha.Sabulehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16724152910170403799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281673515107003670.post-27200166321586183812012-02-06T21:32:00.003+05:302012-02-06T22:22:27.727+05:30HerShe remembers not what it was<br />She knows not what would be there<br />She smiles and looks at the void<br />Imagined shadows playing seek.<br /><br />She went about without a thought<br />They asked her to worry<br />They knew not she worried but she didn't know<br />She smiled at them and hid in the seeking shadows.<br /><br />They told her of others who they wanted<br />She did not hear the words<br />She lived in their voices <br />She smiled at them and nodded.<br /><br />She wondered of death<br />She did not know what to feel<br />She dreamt of screams<br />Of bloodied splashes on the wall<br />She knew not what the shadows asked.Sabulehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16724152910170403799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281673515107003670.post-47819565566201564762012-02-01T00:50:00.003+05:302012-02-01T01:22:18.738+05:30Freshly rinsed and yet to drySo then, using a collection of words that someone has used earlier isn't getting me behind bars, right?<br /><br />Back to the point, i.e. home after<br /><br />Manori [ferry, rickshaw, train, cab] Pune [cab] Panchgani [cab] Mahabaleshwar (being touristy) [cab] Panchgani [bus] Pune [train] Jabalpur [bus] Mandla [bus, gympsy] Kanha National Park [bus] Jabalpur [train, train, rickshaw] Home<br /><br />That was the past few days worth of not being home, not working, taking a break, running around, being disconnected (mostly), taking a safari through a jungle, things cancelled due to unseasonal rains(!), watching deers and langoor early morning, going to another state, another city where a mall saved us our bladders and let us spend time bowling, playing around and wondering if we travelled so far to hang out in a mall(!) before the train back to home.<br /><br />Well, it was quite fun. And funnier was our bad luck being ahead of us two hundred steps at every point. <br /><br />The incidence of a constable asking us if we were college kids (since all the noise we people made), and told us to stfu (when we replied in the negative), won't be forgotten.<br /><br />Some pictures below (phone cameras were used & the animals are missing since they don't allow phones to click pics inside the jungle)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-afcHpd6EQVoSqdV7qxJDV8A1XUPz9fqTIGTgh7mnX1PP5rwHOPDKzOYsU1OaqNfxRWEcux9krz_ZgE9HVeeBOOIV45xNJe_SDgDnTtdNxpGVI-tARH80k31gX0XlFKa4sP6R_MGeF5QW/s1600/2012-01-29+07.39.05.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-afcHpd6EQVoSqdV7qxJDV8A1XUPz9fqTIGTgh7mnX1PP5rwHOPDKzOYsU1OaqNfxRWEcux9krz_ZgE9HVeeBOOIV45xNJe_SDgDnTtdNxpGVI-tARH80k31gX0XlFKa4sP6R_MGeF5QW/s400/2012-01-29+07.39.05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703886060894611922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILMEW6TGr0s2KPvvoDDYWTEI7FvPWWhlCkZwqic8pDP_FSyu310Y0uZsSLoT4IXA2qXQ0npAOUJUErAuDFzIcKQc9RSGp0XeGD8KR4kvk15quxcbb6pACyD8r4DdeHF2KtwkQbossVOgK/s1600/2012-01-29+07.38.02.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6gx5z4Wab_dq4suqdOigSkaBkfPNXGArorUpBfkyPzvm3nubjni1v_xGaPAmQ7UadEf12zfEbdHiooV8g-w3U3vBFComqxFjPV9y3o6guIAy1PHHM1LbgqnkTLuY8Cd2f-HsyTRHRwCzB/s400/2012-01-23+15.51.57.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703880617853094434" /></a>Sabulehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16724152910170403799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281673515107003670.post-92119722123578331322012-01-19T23:56:00.002+05:302012-01-20T00:20:52.904+05:30DisjointCould I be a myth, fragment of someones imagination<br />Could I be far away, nearer to no wants<br />Possibilities if you let them come over<br />But again they might change. Possible.<br /><br />Walking the same way <br />The road knows where you go<br />I wonder where the path really is<br />A fork and you & I are back at the start.<br /><br />Dark nights, the moon & starry knights blink<br />The invisible hands of breeze, ghosts behind the curtains<br />I stifle a yawn, squeeze the sleep away<br />Tearing eyes struggle <br />New and forgotten nightmares queued up.<br /><br />Disjoint thoughts, floating in the sea of memories<br />Long forgotten, dulled, sketchy details<br />Vivid, blurred, fogged by imagined details.<br /><br />I ramble along.Sabulehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16724152910170403799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281673515107003670.post-68736337262639497942011-12-27T18:24:00.003+05:302011-12-27T19:26:03.025+05:30...Life and then nextDeath is inevitable & known<br />But it comes as surprise<br />to even the most hardened hearts.<br /><br />The first death I encountered was in the 4th grade. A classmate had met with an accident. I didn't know how to feel about it. I still don't know. Didn't know when my dad's step mom died a few years back. Or when I saw bodies lying on the railway track after the Bombay local train bomb blasts 5yrs ago. <br /><br />To share somebody's smiles is easier but how does one react to knowing that a person is not going to be around anymore. The numbness, cold that creeps into your very being.<br /><br />I am shy to shed tears. Awkward to console somebody on their loss. Some will wail, some sit quiet...lost in thoughts. Death brings us back to reality, the futility of things.Sabulehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16724152910170403799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281673515107003670.post-40457717593390136922011-12-23T20:55:00.002+05:302011-12-23T21:06:36.990+05:30While the mind is restless and tiredI would be a paradox personified<br />Or a simile if you may<br />The mirror gives a different view<br />It is hard to see yourself as you are.<br /><br />I would be confused<br />But so are you or maybe not<br />Ways of the world are mythical and confounding<br />Who are they, do they know?<br /><br />I lurk in my thoughts<br />They lurk to know what is to know<br />I sit in the crowd<br />The crowd sits alone.<br /><br />Life and Life is part of the search<br />The search has not yet found its path<br />I close my eyes, falling in the brightening dark<br />The colours spreading through the prism He holds<br />We have faith, wavering and steadfast<br /><br />Selfless are they who believe so.Sabulehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16724152910170403799noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281673515107003670.post-7132227572428399742011-11-26T22:24:00.000+05:302011-11-26T22:26:15.294+05:30Chand sawaalWoh kehta hai maloom nahi tumhe kya chahti ho tum,<br />Gar jaana hi hota toh mein iss jahaan ki na na-hoti?<br />Kehta ye bhi hai woh ke maloom nahi usse chahiye aakhir kya,<br />Gar jaana hi hota tuney bhi, farishta na na-hota tu?<br /><br />Ishq hota kya hai, ye bayaan kabhi suna nahi, <br />Par kyun na main apne lafzoon mein dhaalun usse?<br />Darbadar naa ghumi main, na hi hui main rusva kabhi,<br />Kya tab manogey tum, jab ashq aakhon se bahaungi main?<br /><br />Tere lafz nahi suney hai maine, suni hai sirf aawaz teri,<br />Tu kehta kuch aur hai, main sunti kuch aur hun,<br />Le jaa tu rooh meri, jaatey jaatey,<br />Main yahi hu teri tasveer dekhte.Sabulehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16724152910170403799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281673515107003670.post-28624419736920922612011-11-05T18:39:00.001+05:302011-11-05T18:43:38.883+05:30Train wrech or worseSome (or actually almost all) the poems(?) that i have written before i started this blog. Since having only facebook friends suffer wasn't enough, i thought of sharing them here too. Yay, be tortured.<br /><br />=====================================<br />(November 2010)<br /><br />As the shadows of sadness<br />come creeping by<br />I wish I could hide you in me<br />Let them get me, crumble me<br />Let them twist my arm<br />I shall surrender to the ghosts of fear<br />I will smile as they burn my soul<br />I will die in bliss with the thought<br />That you are safe<br />That my love won at last<br />That I had you<br /><br />===============================<br /><br />(November 2010)<br /><br />Struggling, clinging<br />to the tiniest hope<br />Trying to breath.<br />Comatosed.<br />There's deepening darkness, suffocating, killing<br />Bleeding to death.<br />Happy thoughts fail to conjure.<br />The curtains are falling on the stage of life.<br />Premature end of the drama queen.<br />The mask has washed away, ugliness<br />Revealed shame<br />Left alone scared of own wishes<br />Drifting away.<br /><br />============================<br /><br />(September 2010)<br /><br />there are days<br />that make you want to love<br />and hug<br />and smile to everyone<br />to be the colourful rainbow<br />...and the bird chirping around<br />all the pain and sadness cleared like the morning fog<br />the sun shining and benevolent<br />like a mother looking at you<br /><br />there are days when everyone seems nice<br />all the worries dried and crackling and buried<br />you want to jump and laugh<br />and swing around and twirl<br />the mornings are bright<br />the nights better<br /><br />those are the days<br />i await them so long<br />to see your face,<br />hear you laugh<br />to see the twinkle in your eyes<br />the mischievous smile<br />the scent in the air<br /><br />===========================<br /><br />(May 2010)<br /><br />My heart keeps wanting to pop out<br />Claustrophobic in there<br />My thoughts want to spill out<br />No more room in there<br />They want to show, cry out loud<br />All that matters to me is you<br />All this love is only for you<br /><br />======================<br /><br />(September 2009)<br /><br />the darkness around<br />deepens.<br />grope around<br />try to get hold.<br />some hope that will help me<br />to move out from here.<br />the colours of the world<br />seem to have dulled<br />faded<br />washed away.<br />the voices sound so dim<br />lost all their charm.<br />senses diminished<br />numbed.<br />look around<br />find an opening<br />lose all this and go<br />ahead.<br />move.<br />wish for all this to end.<br />say the final farewell.<br /><br />it all began that day<br />you left me.<br /><br />=============================<br /><br />(September 2009)<br /><br />the words you wrote to me last<br />still linger on my lips<br />i repeat them again and again<br />to relive the time we spend together<br /><br />i thought i have forgotten you<br />but know its a lie<br />can't make myself believe in it<br />make my heart understand<br /><br />you have gone away<br />far away from me<br />i survive on your memories<br />revisiting you in my dreams<br /><br />my heart bleeds, my eyes cry<br />tears rolling down my cheek<br />i pray for this misery to end<br /><br />===========================<br /><br />(July 2009)<br /><br />I am trying to make sense<br />From the chaos that reigns around<br />I am trying to be lost<br />More lost than already em<br />'Float with time, go along with the flow'<br />Someone advices me<br />Oh teach me how do i do that!<br />Teach me back to smile.<br /><br />All round me people seem to be busy<br />All walk with purpose in their stride<br />Let me have my aim back<br />To try to make you see my love<br />Let me be purposeful and busy<br /><br />I may not be the best choice<br />I may not be good enough<br />Let me change for you<br />Let me strive to make you know i could do anything for you<br /><br />============================<br /><br />(May 2009 )<br /><br />You had it your way, you have won.<br />let me be broken with no where to go.<br />i dont want sympathy, i crave for you<br />come back to me, be by my side<br />let me shower my love on you<br />let me cry.<br /><br />dont you hear my heart pounding<br />when i see you with someone else<br />its shattered to pieces, piercing my soul<br />its bleeding in me, killing me<br />you had it your way, you have won.<br />let me be broken with no where to go.<br /><br />you say you never loved me<br />you say you never cared<br />what to do i make of the times we spent together<br />you say you found your love and i just despair<br />you had it your way, you have won.<br />let me be broken with no where to go.<br /><br />I see you happy in someones arm<br />and I don't know what to do<br />to kill myself, to hurt myself, to cry till the end of the world<br />i dont grudge your happiness but i am still hurt.<br />you had it your way, you have won. <br /><br />============================<br /><br />(May 2009)<br /><br />I am out of breathe thinking about you<br />high on emotions<br />why cant i just get over you<br />drown myself, shall i?<br /><br />keep thinking about you, day and night<br />why cant i just be lost in the darkness of my heart<br />hurt myself, shall i?<br /><br />em trying to leave those memories behind<br />why cant i stop seeing ur face in everything around<br />blind myself, shall i?<br /><br />i cry and cry till there are tears no more<br />and still u stare back at me<br />smiling and happy in the arms of some one else<br />i cant take it anymore<br /><br />============================<br /><br />(May 2009)<br /><br />staring into the empty space<br />i see your face in front of my eyes<br />why did you have to leave me and go<br />so far away, so far away.<br /><br />trying to live alone<br />trying to forget all the love i have<br />trying to understand what did i do wrong to lose you, to hurt you and let you be gone<br />so far away, so far away.<br /><br />am not complaining nor am bitter<br />have all those happy memories deep within me safe<br />of the time we had spend together<br />so far away, so far away (back in time).<br /><br />wondering how could i let you go<br />wondering what did i do for this to happen<br />wondering if i should hav tried harder to hold you back before you were gone<br />so far away, so far away.<br /><br />its not late to forgive and forget<br />thought will the heart be ever mended from all the hurt it felt<br />am gonna pass this way into eternity waiting for you to come back to me someday from afar that is<br />so far away, so far away.<br /><br />===========================<br /><br />(May 2009)<br /><br />the sun is bright<br />birds chirping around<br />its spring in full swing<br />then why is there so much gloom<br />in here, within me.<br /><br />i yearn for you<br />crave within<br />wait for just a glance<br />do i ask a lot<br />if its only love that i want<br /><br />will i ever see the joy<br />of someone close by<br />will this heart ever<br />stop to bleed<br /><br />=========================<br /><br />(April 2009)<br /><br />em flying high<br />high on your love<br />love that em not gonna get back<br />back from you<br /><br />i remember the unsaid words<br />words i wanted to say<br />say to you how much i love<br />love you with all my heart<br /><br />do you recollect the time<br />time spent in each others arm<br />arms entwined in each other<br />lost in each others eyes<br /><br />saw you today<br />with someone else<br />someone else who took my place<br />my place that i could die for<br /><br />em gonna live this way<br />this way high on your love<br />love that em not gonna get back<br />back from youSabulehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16724152910170403799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281673515107003670.post-84202117868530974262011-10-24T17:18:00.004+05:302011-10-24T20:58:59.066+05:30DistanceThe shadows betray, <br />Alleyways are not the place for them.<br />Fidgeting with that single strand of hair<br />Twirled across her sombre face<br />He feels the moist cheeks<br />His eyes betray none what his heart holds<br />Its a lost cause he says<br />She dreams thus wide awake.<br /><br />What is it about wanting what you cannot get<br />Praying for the one who knows not of what you crave<br />Was it the same always, will it remain such<br />Will they ever know the path.<br /><br />He watches her, but does not see.Sabulehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16724152910170403799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281673515107003670.post-51074990809966262332011-09-29T14:38:00.003+05:302011-09-29T15:12:56.410+05:30Zaroori toh nahi.Socha key kahein tumse<br />Ho kyu bhala tum ghumsum<br />Chahat kuch aur hai, milna uska koi zaroori nahi<br />Mohabbat tum kiye jao, woh bhi karey zaroori nahi.<br /><br />Ashqon ko dekh tumharey<br />Dil uska bhi dukha hoga, zaroori nahi.<br />Par ashq tum na bahao uske khayaal mein, zaroori nahi.<br /><br />Khwabon ko buna tumne, sehem ker, sambhaal ker.<br />Koi tod na de unko, zaroori nahi.<br />Per tum armaanon ko apney, seeney mein dabaye rakho, zaroori nahi.<br /><br />Aaina sach kehta hai, aisa sab kehte hain<br /> tum apni sachayi badlo<br />Logon ki sachayi ko apni sachayi banao<br />Aisa bhi toh zaroori nahi.<br /><br />Woh tumhe yaad karey, zaroori nahi<br />Tum ussey bhool jao, zaroori nahi.Sabulehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16724152910170403799noreply@blogger.com1