24
May
18

Residents, visitors and other beings extraordinaire! 1

“The sound of birds stops the noise in my mind.” – Carly Simon

I am a ramshackle person residing in this ramshackle house. And, as I am forced to live in a city, I have created – in my mind mostly – a small and crumbling forest scenario. It sustains me momentarily and stirs  my soul to live for yet, another day. I look forward to the  company of  this forest’s permanent residents; the visitors and other beings. They stop me from feeling lonely.

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26
Apr
18

Why?

“There is but one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide.” – Albert Camus

Who is this man?

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25
Mar
18

Just yesterday?

(1)

आज सारे कोदंडधारी राम, सबके सब,

स्वर्णमृगों के पीछे गए, और लौटे नहीं,

सारे के सारे लक्ष्मण रावण से मिल

गए, और रेखा खींची नहीं।

सारे जटायु सीताओं की रक्षा में,

अनगिनत रावणों के हाथों

शहीद हो गए कट-कट कर ध्वस्त हो गये।

शेष रह गए हैं अब

बेशुमार सम्पाती

जो सूर्य की ओर, चार वर्षों में

केवल, चार कदम चल पाये, और

सत्य पर लगे स्वर्ण के ढक्कन से

अभिभूत होकर, उसी से चिपक गए,

फिर उन्होंने अपने चमचों से

अपनी चार-कदमी उड़ान के गीत गावये।

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26
Feb
18

Wood-smoke

“Let’s go for a walk……

was what I had planned to say.

I’ll gently take

and hold her hand

then find a quiet spot and

ask her

to ask questions……

was what I had decided to do.

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26
Jan
18

Of Djinns, Chudails and other such para(normal)phernalia!

“The dark dangerous forest is still there, my friends. Beyond the space of the astronauts and the astronomers, beyond the dark, tangled regions of Freudian and Jungian psychiatry, beyond the dubious psi-realms of Dr. Rhine, beyond the areas policed by the commissars and priests and motivations-research men, far, far beyond the mad, beat, half-hysterical laughter… the utterly unknown still is and the eerie and ghostly lurk, as much wrapped in mystery as ever.” – Fritz Leiber

In recent times, I attempted to pep-up my non-existent social life and decided to join a heritage walk. With a great sense of déjà vu, I experienced some unbelievably insufferable creatures at this event and, “bloody chudails” was what I felt like yelling out.

But being a fraidy-cat and not wanting to create a scene, I did not and quietly slinked away.

*

The very next day I read in the newspaper that some people, in Bardawan district of Bengal, were selling a djinn trapped in a bottle and of course, there were customers!

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19
Nov
17

Matter of Time

Exhausted and desperate

for sleep;

staring at the

cracked and almost falling

piece of ceiling,

I lie awake to escape

the nightmares

that swoop down

to feed on my already

corroded soul.

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20
Oct
17

#13

Tear-drop by searing tear-drop

I continue to smother

my

unobserved,

tsunami of silent screams,

in an attempt

to totally

wipe memories, off

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