untitled-part II

[this was the first draft. the last post was the polished one. or vice versa. not sure anymore!]

My insides are cold

I'm snowed in

I'm freezing within

It's all black rain, black snow,

Dark and cold.

 

            I'm freezing in the dark

            Crying, all alone

            Where's that warm fire

            That kindled my hopes and made me feel whole?

            Where did I lose my soul?

 

I'm stumbling, walking on my own

Without you beside,

I'm pitched against the dark.

Could've screamed_

Should've yelled_

Must've told you_

 

Don't let go,

I was cold before you came,

I'm cold again where I can't see your sun.

I'm frozen without your smiles

Patch me up and save me

Wake me before I go crazy.

 

Hurts me that you didn't know

Who I am and how I was before you.

Say it's not over yet,

Please don't give up.

I won't beg for you to stay,

But know I care and remain.

A doomed love

Like I always warn beforehand when I publish poems; this is just figments of idle imagination, so make no further assumption!

Silence.

Unsaid words and unscreamed blames.

Silence loud as anything.

You wouldn't even look my way,

Yet I could feel my world falling apart.

 

[My world fell apart, like this]:

 

Everyone went on living,

Breathing,

Laughing.

            I was the lone change.

Nothing would make sense to me.

Sort of like the sense had left everything.

And everything became one whole cold meaningless entity.

 

I lost my fire,

I lost my soul,

Your absence

Sure has taken its toll.

 

Soulless, I wandered in the black rain.

Freezing, I stumbled in the black snow.

Don't remind me to cry

Don't remind me of my broken heart

It's hard enough, bad enough, sad enough

Without wasting tears on a doomed love.

 

I couldn't even cry;

 

 

With you gone,

Life's just about breathing in, breathing out.

The kind of chaos I like

Well, I have always preferred chaos when the other choice is order. So very unlike my mom.
Anyway, this wasn't the kind of chaos I was about to talk about:

After waiting for a very long month [boy, was June long or what] I've finally gotten my first issue of my favorite magazine in the entire universe; The Tehelka by mail.

Oui, aaj se har hafta [i hope the postal deliveries don't snail it] Tehelka machega, Tehelka!
I know I'm being absurdly happy over a simple thing. Yday, drove everyone at home crazy with my mono-celebration when I got it in my hands. Honestly, I don't think I will see another magazine of its kind, ever. No other editorial board would have allowed such sincerity in bringing out the truth all the time. With everyone else, it's all about sensationalizing and bitching.

So here's to Tehelka and the symbolic crow that's eternally perched on top of its header-

May the truth always reign supreme and jhoot bole, kauva kaate!

The Post where i avoid the fluff and talk serious things that have been niggling me for some time

I usually don't blog about issues that leave people with sadness as to where the whole world is headed. Not this time though. Last week there was a horrible incident in Kerala that jolted us all.

On one hand you have the namesake teacher who deliberately and viciously insulted the Prophet in a question paper with words like "dog" etc.
On the other hand you have the worthy of emulation Prophet himself who never raised violence against his enemies even after they threw animal intestines on him while he was prostrating in prayer; toasted death threats his way all the time and even tried to work them out on a daily basis.
And you have some crazies who don't know the first thing about Islam and chop off this teacher's right hand as if they are doing the right thing in the name of Islam. You idiots! You are the reason why Islam has a bad name all across the world.

But thankfully, there are sane Muslim out there too. This teacher T J Joseph's sister called upon Solidarity; [a group of sane moderate Muslims,as i like to call 'em] for blood for her brother. And they did. =) They were at the hospital donating blood when required. While the crazies helped give Islam a bad name, these dudes were the saving grace. Phew!

This is what I had to pour out. Thanks for listening me out. Love ye all!

PS- working on a poem. But i just can't finish it!