Paranomic Me

Coffee for Conversations

2008-02-29T11:16:00.000-08:00

One drop of a bitter liquid,two doses of complaints
A nudge to begin babbling a few
pokes to tease out the humor
Endless confessions and infinite gossips

A cocooned comfort zone,
The headquarters beckon if unseen for long
Random thoughts...nonsense...popcorn,
Moments I cherish

All in a season's timeless time ,
Horizons extend to create space
Enlightening with flaws, knowledge and life

Learnt the world within ,
Learnt the world outside,
Conversations over bitter sweet liquid.

Sleepless

2008-02-03T11:04:00.000-08:00

With every dark passage, a thought skipped
Leaving blank spaces within controlled thoughts
A concrete connection drifted into a sublime reality
Creating acquaintances
While feet felt cold and hands felt warm.

Lay awake or this dream might end
A moment’s wink and it will be gone.
Startling wakes are a practice now
I frantically feel the enchanting directions.
A blink and its gone.

Resting my head on your shoulder
Wondering if its dejavu; wondering if its yours or mine
Mine are dug into unattainable scattered locales
Yours I speculate as I lay awake.

A loud call of creativity
Ashes is all I see
Layers and layers of liquid thoughts,
Waiting to seep through my mind into your veins
Finally nudge me back into sleep.

Random Thoughts

2008-01-22T08:40:00.000-08:00

Notes to remember,

Tasks to get started at,

Discipline.

A very cold breeze.

Rationality going numb.

Perpetual swaying of controlled thoughts

And waves gushing away obstinate memories

Awaited divine intervention.

The enchanting fingertips.

Trance grips.

A blissful rekindling sound.

Thoughts provoked to decode,

Mazes of creativity.

Past.
Present.
A gone by present.

Hopes.

Day dreams. Soul mates.

A dream within a dream?

Bliss

2007-07-12T03:54:00.000-07:00

An irrepairable emotion
Uncontrollable leaps of joy
An aim seems closer
The strenuous path crossed.

My Lord was here
And I am now.
Midst crowds of hundreds

But for me He danced yet again
Pulling my life towards him
And purging my reluctant self

An art form concieves our bond
And also finalises it.

Ushering me to Your shrine
Where serinity enthrawls me
Amidst purposeless talks.

Love Lorn Mumbai

2007-06-03T11:40:00.000-07:00

[This is the first time I have tried my hand at rhyming.I wrote this as a narrative for a friend's 2 minute film.Hope it works out for him.]

What a haste does the city make
Working and earning is what you take
To be a part of this metropolitan state?
Everything works at a rapid rate
And problems become inordinate
The crowd, the pollution, the corruption can all make one suffocate
But the demanding pace is not all it takes
To mark one’s fate
In this metropolitan state.

In the hustle-bustle of the life that can tire
Is seen a clear evidence of secret desire

Love can smother any fire;
Melt mountains higher
These were words of some great seer(sire)
But this famous city embarks love as a free desire.

Love is seen in nature here
Tree barks speak of lovers’ love
Made undying by inscriptions high and low.
An imprint of a heart with poetic lines for the beloved
Adorn rocks ,bricks and pillars alike.

Love is in the air some said,
It might be so all over the world
However this city great
Displays love on everything solid
Over flooded transports, a moving proof of a lover’s love
Messages etched on buses and trains :a moving display of the lover’s love

Personal space the city suggests
With a moonlit sea view or corner benches
A high surged tide subsides
To bring in view another tale
Of love’s new decree
For you and me to see
To see and to remember that love has to be
To make this city on the sea
A lovely place to be.

A Dream

2007-03-05T04:38:00.000-08:00

Dark alleys of dreams,
Bright lane of obscure thoughts

Awakening to a morose ring,
Churning desire to adore the strange.

I yearn for a clearer mind
Invoke the divine soul

Wishing for an enhanced dream,
For the illusions rest and veracity permeates.

The Deity

2007-02-06T02:31:00.000-08:00

A piece of wood not so very old

Carved to look like a being

Attains its purpose of being prayed to.

So many prayers of hope,

Of health,of happiness and of wants are offered.

Extreme belief is all that is built,

Once in its presence.

How long the belief prevails?

When does it wear away?

For the deity has no eyes to see

And no fingers to feel your pain.

The Music Of My Mind

2007-01-29T05:11:00.000-08:00

The flutes and the strings
Pull along my chain of thoughts.
In a rhythm of the lively percussion,
All the happiness, hope and doubt
Is taken into one direction
Into the open night with just my thoughts
Scattered like the stars, so bright and sure.
Let the music prevail
Forever in my conscience.