rain splatters toe
& freckles cheek
touches bottom lip.
dots my arm and
skin gleaming with patches of coolness
drops weaving through,
tangling&braiding themselves in
treading a path through a sea of wind.
waves of air breaking over me
encircling my neck
in the storm.
when you overhear your mom singing in the shower
your voice rises as the water falls,
mixing with the steam and scent of warm flowery shampoo,
an old Hindi love song from a childhood favourite movie
the tunes etched in your memory
clothes, worries, work, family
a 19 year old sings in the shower,
and the actors smile in her head
her 17 year old daughter outside,
does the same.
the sun was made
to serve us.
to become but a slave to the gravitas of life.
to greet us in the morning, and bid farewell at night.
to aid our growth
and enhance our development.
the stars were made to please us.
they were made
to guide us.
oblivious of each other,
it was we who connected them to their celestial fellows in constellations
we are the earth’s champions
her chosen sons
we are the dreamers and wanderers
and we will overwhelm the darkness we swim in
any other life is not companion as much as conquest
one day, we will leave our home behind
in our ambitions – as always –
of the earth, sighing in relief.
on the truest night i ever knew
the continent of stars looked up
at the lonely constellation of life
wondering about the wonders
Q5. Write a letter to your uncle describing the new house you bought in the city (6)
(Well, what did you write?)
we have bought a new house in the city.
it is very big and very fancy. there are two floors. there is a nice veeve from the windows.
there are many shops near us like the punchar shop so i can cycle every day.
it was too empty, i asked Papa should we sleep on the floor. He said the bed will come in a few days. this is temporory.
i walked outside with Papa after seeing the house.
Papa took me to a caef for kaapi. it is a new store. i wanted expresso but he said no.
the coffee-uncle and Papa did talking. coffee-aunty has gone to Amerika.
Maybe one day i will go there too.
and for a moment,
our lives intersect.
i know –
the past holds your mistakes and the future holds your dreams
your loved ones hold your affection and the world holds your spirit
and (but) I?
i hold your eyes.
and your view is that of a familiar face
but your gaze is a ghostly hand trailing down my spine,
ever so teasingly
sending tingles with each touch
knowing my each weakness, vulnerability, guilty pleasure –
(and life kids itself into thinking that it’s happening,
that time is progressing, that people are moving)
this moment is an infinite memory
you’ve become my moment
and i’m quite sure, that
i am becoming
and then our senses burst back into reality
and im gulping this secret down as voices bounce back into existence and conversations progress
and you’re back in your life,
whatever it was
the moment is almost gone/ almost lost
one more glance,
a sidewards dart
and i know
its our secret to keep.
and oblivious ending
Life is in between
This is a never-ending intermission
But we’ve stuffed ourselves silly with popcorn
and drained all our Cokes.
Now the sticky cup is just another thing to chuck at my friend’s head
and my crumpled straw is a fake cigarette.
Paused the movie right before the door bursts open,
Paused life right before the dreaded results
Get a move on, already
Give us something – success/failure/change
How suffocating is this stagnation!
Can I tell time to hurry up?