When We Talk

Friday, 29 April 2005, 10:15 | Category : Poetry
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When we talk
The words are like well-worn paths
on the grasslands of ideas
And if you or I should suddenly run across
the lush grasses that no feet have worn a path in,
The other would be sure to follow.
When we talk
Ever so often, I find myself floating in air, as I do in my dreams
And looking down at [...]

About-Turn!

Friday, 29 April 2005, 9:57 | Category : Humour, Spectator
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Flashback to about 10 years ago.
Scene: The end of an all-important talk about the facts of life to my uninitiated-and-eager-to-learn friend.
Me: Yes, so that’s how it all happens. I thought you should know.
She: Sounds horrible!
Me: It gets better with time.
She: No way! I’ll NEVER get used to that idea!
Me: Yes, you will. Especially when you [...]

The Exit

Monday, 25 April 2005, 23:00 | Category : Poetry
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One by one, each one left.
Some edged out sideways
A few had the grace to look sorry
And others shuffled their feet and looked about nervously
Before slipping out when they thought they weren’t being watched
Several melted away into the dark world of forgetting and being forgotten
But you just opened the door and walked out
An anticlimax exit to [...]

Flow Control

Tuesday, 19 April 2005, 15:56 | Category : Poetry, Reflections
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Anger can destroy everything in my line of sight,
in one magnificent explosion
Or it can eat into life itself, silently
like a single drop of acid on your skin every day.

Surrender

Saturday, 16 April 2005, 1:06 | Category : Poetry
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Burn, burn, burn with me
Take a flying plunge deep down into the stomach of a volcano
And swim through the oceans of fire
I promise you…the scars will be worth it
For I will be with you at every step
Enveloping you in a seamless coat of water
Boiling and spreading across in the minutest of bubbles
Till I take you [...]

Monday Morning Musings In Mumbai

Monday, 11 April 2005, 13:32 | Category : Citywatch, Poetry, Spectator
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Trrring…the alarm sounds
Time to get up and run
Smiled to myself while brushing my teeth
My 32 smooth creamy white pearls gleaming through the white froth
While the jingle of some toothpaste ad played the background score
To the bathroom drama
I’m racing…flying the kilometers to the station
While the minutes hand on my clock laboriously traces the millimeters to the [...]

Wavelength

Sunday, 3 April 2005, 19:12 | Category : Voicebox
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He said, “Its all about two-liners, and reading in between the lines.”
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I said, “Yes.”
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