Swan song

With a half finished poem in my laptop, I decide to stop writing poems for now. And it's not a hasty decision... I had started writing inspired by someone, with the objective to vent out my repressed feelings over the years. And I think I just did that, with some repercussions that weren't so pleasant. And it was quite a vulnerable journey for me... Every poem unleashed a lot of emotional turmoil, which lasted for days after I finished writing each one. In fact I still haven't fully recovered from my last poem to say the least...

But then life goes on... And time waits for no one!

The image I placed with is post was the pivotal scene of my alleged first animation short film during my Design course in IDC. I couldn't really finish it to perfection... And this sketch remains to me as a symbol of all my unrequited dreams... Of home, family, love and belonging.

'Home is where your heart is', they say... So true! I think I lost my heart long ago... and am yet to find it again.

Anyways, so while my brief stint with poetry ends... I'll get back to finishing what I had always dreamt of - a trilogy of graphic novels! I had already made my first serious comicbook on Ruskin Bond's 'The Kite Maker'.

Now my plan is to take up a romantic short story by the genius writer Bonoful, before my Swan song - 'Chuti' by Rabindranath Tagore. Shall keep my blog updated with my progress as I go ahead with it!

A day to remember

Yes, It was a day to remember,
I hadn't expected it to be so...
Miracles do happen sometimes,
Treasure comes knocking your door!

I had become such a loner,
Warped in my distorted world...
But a wild gust of wind came and
My stifling shell was upturned!

There was something about you
That had stirred me within,
Made me shed my darkness...
See colours I had never seen!

We'd met only a few times before,
When time seemed to stop its flow...
Hours would pass like seconds,
Before you'd tell you had to go...

But this time it was different,
Although everything now felt so new...
To spend an entire day with you
Was really such a dream come true!

It was only supposed to be for work,
Recording soundtrack for your project.
But as long as you were next to me,
Nothing else really had much effect...

I had just moved into a new place,
A room in a shared apartment with friends,
Located in a quiet neighbourhood,
Meant we could finish recording in silence...

Two days earlier I got my list ready,
Things to move, stuff to buy.
Dusting, scrubbing and washing...
Time seemed to just fly!

Then finally the day arrived,
I was all nervous and sweaty,
But once you came and smiled...
I was completely at ease.

As you entered my world,
My room ushered with a glow!
You occupied my personal workspace,
Work and conversations all went in flow...

And I didn't even realize when...
Sunlight faded, the day was over!
It was getting dark outside
And you couldn't stay much longer...

But thankfully the work was done,
And the editing could be done later...
You were happy at our progress,
To celebrate I strummed my guitar...

Dinner at a favourite restaurant,
And so much more to talk...
We'd never run out of topics,
Be it friends, art, design or rock...

A walk till your nearest landmark,
Then you were gone...
I walked back my four miles,
With a smile that's yet to be undone!

The yellow bicycle

A month after classes started,
Our hostel rooms were allotted...
Then your new cycle arrived,
Its yellow and chrome shined!

At first I was a bit disheartened,
It meant no more lifts or shared auto...
To traverse our sprawling campus,
A mile between hostel and classroom!

But soon it became a symbol of relief,
Seeing it in our department parking...
Meant you'd be there before me,
And classes wouldn't be just as boring!

After classes you'd hop in and fly away
Often bringing back food from mess...
And the hungry hordes back at lab,
Would gulp it down within seconds!

Once I found you all flustered,
Was the bike lost or stolen?
But after a frantic search in campus...
It was found parked and forgotten!

But wasn't always so fortunate,
For once we quarreled, my phone silent...
And then the bike crashed with you,
I was out of reach and you were hurt...

Later how I hated myself,
For being so inconsiderate...
And just not being there,
When you needed me by fate...

When you returned from hospital,
Bandages and broken nail of a toe...
So much pain and anguish,
Few drops of vodka relieved you so...

But you were back on your feet next day,
And the cycle bells rang the same way...
Its been more than a few years since then,
We graduated and the cycle packed away...

Now only a fading memory remains,
Of you and your yellow bicycle...
Bright yellow glowing in the sun
And the shrill ringing of its bell...

My first love

It's hard to recall,
It's been so long ago...
You were 14 and I 15,
Classmates at same school...

To everyone it was an impossible match,
How could the school topper,
Fall for a dreamer, an artist at heart?
Yet we did, and became a school legend!

You were so tall and proud,
The teachers adored you...
But I stooped low... a misfit,
But for my paintings, I was loved too!

I loved your husky voice,
Your humour, your mild perfume...
You topped every exam,
While I struggled to stay afloat...

Years passed,
But our charisma remained...
We were both mysteries,
In our own worlds...

Only with you
I would really talk,
For hours and hours...
While you'd gently nod.

Tough times came,
Board and competitive exams....
I barely managed decent scores,
While you were all India topper!

You went to a premier medical school,
In Pondichery... beautiful campus...
I got into a rotten private college,
But it was walking distance from home.

I sent you long loving letters,
You would reply too...
But one day you lied,
And decided to call it off...

I didn't understand...
I didn't know what to do...
But you were firm,
Yet your voice cracked...

The last phone call,
I told I loved you...
You cried...
And it was all...

Many many years later,
When you were getting married,
Again you gave me a call...
I didn't come... I couldn't stand it at all.

My dear white fairy

My dear white fairy,
Now that you disappeared...
I miss you so very much!

I had read about you in stories,
Seen you in movies...
But never believed you lived!

With your milky white skin,
And your perfect rosy blush
Every time you would smile...

I think I saw you first,
During ragging sessions in college...
You seemed too perfect for me then!

Then I forgot about you
Obsessed with someone else,
Till our common Semantics module!

We were in the same project group!
How excited I was to be together...
And I'd share Norah Jones with you...

You always seemed so ethereal,
Never true... so you remained
A dream, and I faced the blues...

Years later after college,
We are in the same city...
Under the same drab skyline...

It was a Diwali evening,
A gathering at a friends place...
A cook-in and a sleep-in...

We cooked together,
Saw a lovely movie...
That night I dreamt of you...

But no matter how hard
I tried to win your attention,
You never gave in...

Then I gave up,
Someone else came in...
And I lost you forever!

My dear white fairy,
Now that you are gone...
How much I really... miss you!

I used to be fine

I used to be fine..
In my small PG room,
Without a window...

Where sleepless nights
I would pace about the terrace,
Like a ghost...

With my unkempt long hair
Which tangles in knots
Soon to form dreadlocks...

With a job that paid well,
But kept me in a cage,
And shut my mouth...

With my secret crush,
Who would hardly reply
To my emails and sms...

With the ugly mess food,
Coarse daal and wilted rotis
I would never complain...

Till the day you came...
And nothing was the same again!