Monday, October 31, 2011

It's a Spooky Day!


Boo!
Hope you have a scary day
Biting your nails till they bleed with pain
Or maybe you hide behind a dark thorny blanket
Too scared to face the bright red pumpkin
Sit there still while I go for treats and tricks
And collect the candies from every lane
Dressed in scar face with horn of a devil
And play some games on Halloween day

When night will come, will sit by fireside
All demons and ghoulish friends will come
Their whitish, blackish frilly dresses
Casting their shadows with crooked mane
Their teeth might fall out, but their laughter will be loud
The vampires will play a tuneless game
Once again there will be rain of candies
More tricks and treats for this spooky day!

Watch out
Move over
Boo!

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Friday, October 07, 2011

When Your Friend Turns Foe

Dumbstruck!

I have nothing to say to you
No, my tone is still the same
You heard the silence in my words
But you couldn’t see my pain that night?
No, there was no love from your side
It was just take and take
A fool
This was what I was
For having believed in you again and again

But now I am done

Trust
An ornament of my love
Is now tucked away under my bed
Betrayal
That you sprayed on me
I have combed it out from my hair
Friend
Your love that shone so bright
Blinded me
Or was it oversight?
You used me, no let me correct that again
I allowed you to mold me thus
Even though I knew it naught fine
Wronged
I was for not seeing through
Deceit
Now I scrape it off my fractured mind
Did you laugh behind my back?
I am sure I heard the chuckle of your breath

But now
I am exhausted

Let us forever end this game
You stole my love and now you gloat
Keep him
Maybe it was meant to be
I will watch the journey
While you set me free
Stitch up my sorrows
And happiness togather
Although little I can do
To change the weather
Need to sail away from you
I need to rest in my own brand new shoe
Curled up
I will put clouds over my head
Shut away the pain and not stay
Depressed

Pains much too much
Feeling low
When a dearest friend turns foe

Thursday, October 06, 2011

Religious Parade

One long sentence of more than three hundred words (a trial)


I looked at my watch, it was 6pm, it was time to go downstairs to watch the parade, a Ganpati festival procession snaking down my street like it does every year, always the same group of about three hundred people, dressed in colorful traditional clothes, reflecting brilliances that blinds the eye, a big group divided into smaller group, with dancers, drummers, singers, musicians, clearly recognized from their dress, mannerism, gestures and their walk, with drummers leading the procession, beating the drums heavily, with sound so loud that it could be heard up to the tail of the procession, loud sounds that could easily break the ear-drums of the young girls who were dancing behind the drummer group, all dressed in white kurta, white pyjama and bright yellow duppatta,, they danced gracefully, swinging their typical Maharastrian musical instrument lazims, stretching their body higher up, swirling the lazims over their head, then swinging it down towards their bended knees, their feet moving in unison with rhythm synchronized to the beat of the drums, moving so gracefully that not once were they distracted by the groups of senior singers, that followed them behind, singing a totally different tune of hymns in praise of God, nor were they distracted by the moving traffic, on their left that snaked alongside , so mesmerized were they in their own dance, tapping their  feet in prefect rhythm, that they didn’t seem to notice  the crowd that surrounded them on either side of the road, all of them craning their neck to have a glimpse of them, some perched on the small wall, some squatting on the foot path, even the  little children watched excitedly, happily climbing on the car bonnet to get the better view,  higher up some peeped out from their windows, holding on to flimsy curtain exposing just their eyes, everywhere people flashed their cameras, blink by blink, trying to capture the moment of this beautiful procession and I stood enthralled by the side of the road, watching them pass as they walked on to fetch Elephant God to their home..




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