Thursday, June 23, 2011

Bullets, Balloons, Body.

A river on my left
Rail tracks on my right
Yet the aim of a gun is my only sight.

A weapon heavier than me
A lover stronger than thee
And colored balloons under a tree.

An eye settling for the perfect gun-eye injury
A weapon close to a heart which (ironically) has never known fury.

Blue, Green, Red, Yellow
Each color in a row.

My finger on the trigger
And a mind of vigour
Shot four of them dead
Yet not a tear was shed.

On undressing myself the same day
I saw the same colors of May
On my thighs, breasts and arm,
A reflection of his charm.

Joining the Dots

Joining the dots between orators and poets
Poets and intellectuals

A handful of dots between the hashish we smoke
And the last haiku you penned

And even lesser between you and I.

Monday, June 20, 2011

Nothing Can Happen Over Coffee


Boy comes up to Sneh at the backstage.

B: You are such a natural. You were truly awesome on stage.
Sneh: Oh yes, I am sort of great!
B: Could we have coffee sometime soon?
Sneh: That sounds good.
B: It does? Can I get your number?
Sneh: Yes, sure. But before that I need to tell you a fun fact! I love coffee but I hate having sex.
B: *Coughs*
Sneh: God bless you. You still up for coffee?
B: *Still coughing*
Sneh: Seems like one of your organs are troubling you down there. You are not well. You need a bed and coffee both.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Imagine An iTouch Post


I can not recall a time when I was without you in the past couple of years. You have seen me through awful tutorials, worse end semesters, falling in and out of love, boredom, excitement and all that jazz. For that matter you are the one who taught me to love jazz precariously though you never forgot my old favorites-regular dozes of Dylan, Floyd, Beatles and the like. It will take me a long time to forget all those piled up bus, taxi, auto, car rides with you. On a sweaty Summer day when I needed to wipe off that smudged kohl from my eyes in a bus all I had to do was look into you. And I could always see myself in you. Of course, a lot of love and a bit of physics helped us do that. We have not just seen each other through traffic rush (ambiguity intended) but have saved funny men from drowning in the ocean from a sinking ship. I had my lighter times with you as well when we played everything from cards to darts and bowling to Hangman together. Though the real reason for all my wins in Hangman against you was you yourself. You have been my true word-power-made-easy; always came to my rescue to redeem the dearth in my vocab. But now that you are gone I wonder what I would engage in when I wish to avoid people; wonder who I would share my regular gibberish with; who would remember my favorite Calvin and Hobbes quotes; who would remind me of Birthdays, deadlines, pending work, meetings and beer/coffee dates. By losing you I have lost my longest playlist ranging from trite Bollywood to Indie and Jibonmukhi to Psychedelic. I am grieved beyond words by your sudden death.

p.s: My ipod touch died this evening. I have never been this touchy in twenty years. Pardon the mush. And to clarify: We were just friends. Rest in Peace. Amen.


Sunday, May 1, 2011

Love Minus Zero


And even though we ain't together it is queer how I feel that I am closer to you than I ever could be to anyone else in this world. Hereby I end another day with the appreciation of the wonder that you are. Life itself is worth living because I have a mind which refuses to be youful on an endless roll; to say nothing about the cheap pen I hold between my fingers to write to you.

I exist
Because you do not.