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In My Head.In the hustle and bustle of a metropolitan city, I searched you down. Stalked, hunted and fished you out. Out of the 7 billion people, I found you, and that was all which mattered. You. Your hair still soft and ruffled with care, you lips still pink without usage, or so I hoped, your eyes, sparkling as always behind your thin framed silver glasses. You, with your bold look, walking across the streets like you own them. You, with you heavy and slow steps walking to your destination with a purpose to conquer. You. / And in that unknown city, so far away from the root of our existence, with mindless honks of drivers and a play of lights everywhere, I found somebody that I used to know. A face not forgotten, yet changed, eyes which haunted reappeared and a voice which lingered rung in my ears. I found you. / I would purposely bump into you, pretending to be in a hurry, pretending to not recognize the only face embedded in my soul, drop my valuables, say something like my identification card, give you a quick smile and a sorry and run off and disappear into the wave of the crowd.

May 25, 2013

Sail Away With Me.The last few passengers hopped on catching their breaths with a huff and a puff and taking the remaining seats where they could, while handling their bags in one hand and their mufflers and hats with the other. It was just an ordinary day for them. A day when work and reaching their office on time was the only thing they could think about. A day when half their time on the launch was spent worrying if the Tiffin box packed so lovingly by their wives toppled over to create a mess. A day when they couldn't stop and stare. A day when materialism came before appreciating nature’s beauty. / Kolkata woke up one fine chilly morning to a sky set ablaze. There was always something about Kolkata and its lights that intrigued me. The perfection with which every corner was lit just as much as it should be, the hidden eye candy which could only be seen if you look into your soul to appreciate. Worshipers from all over flocked to the ghats to offer their prayers. And with the mindless honking of the city behind them and the open river in front, they dipped themselves in continuously to be forgiven of their sins. As they lifted their folded hands above their heads to pray and dipped themselves, they made the water all around them make huge ripples which were lost in the vastness of the mighty river. And with that, they were forgiven of their wrong doings, or at least that’s what they believed. / The engines roared to life as one of the crew, miserably opened the ropes and threw them on board after ringing a bell. I stood in one corner of the launch eyeing Kolkata, taking every bit of it in - its morning awakening, its old red bricked buildings, or at least the ones which still stood straight, its ghats green with moss and over crowded with devotees, its icy cold winter morning, and the current of the river beneath the launch floor. Kolkata had woken up to one of the coldest days in recent history. 9 degrees and the wind was up. On the Ganga it felt as if I had come away to some faraway land, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, to find peace. Silence surrounded me and the only sound faintly audible was the low whistle of the breeze brushing past my cheeks kissing them which felt like tiny needles poking me all at once.

May 25, 2013

Sweet Nightmares*Yes its something i scribbled here and there a long time ago* / A dark night dawned upon us as i found myself on a little boat decorated with little lights and me and my heart throb stood facing the wide open sea. we didn’t speak. didn’t move. didn’t blink. i soaked the sweet smell of the sea and let the wind into my hair. then we slowly climbed into the ice cold waters. we looked into each other’s eyes and just stayed as we were. an invisible element slowly but gradually pulled us apart and no matter how much i tried swimming, my body was possessed by the unknown. / he drifted apart, away and in the dark, desolate night, and i found myself at sea. with no one to save me.

May 25, 2013

CapturedHid away, somewhere, packed up with careless love, / We all have them, somewhere. / Sometimes filled with regret, sometimes pain and misunderstanding

May 12, 2013

Fear was my TruthYour frantic search will end in peace, / That is, if you search at all. / Blinded by the definition of what you’re looking for,

Mar 27, 2013

SparksAre those sparks I see? / I think I’ve seen them before, / Those magical moments,

Feb 11, 2013

Do You Dare?Do you dare? / For I see you have stopped to stare. / Do you dare, for one screams in protest,

Feb 11, 2013

Vague memories, nothing but memories.*‘Vague memories, nothing but memories.’ – Yeats.* / Lost again are you in your thoughts? / The parades of events march you by.

Feb 5, 2013

My Rest in Time of WearinessA friendly smile, and that’s all that is needed, / For that ray of hope has penetrated, / Into the depths of my despair,

Jan 27, 2013

LookA blur of green dancers, / Grouped, huddled together, / Movements, aimless as can be.

Jan 25, 2013