Saturday, April 19, 2014

To A Sister

As the day of her marriage approaches
She becomes a synonym for cocktail of emotions
Sometimes happy for seeing all near and dear ones
At times fakes anger at pranks of cousins
And other-times sad for the all the memories she will leave behind

As I glance through the old photo albums
I can see thousand personas of her
Parent's obedient daughter, my secret keeper
Youngest sister's punchbag & best friend forever
And I cannot help but realize
You don't know what you have got till it is gone

Sunday, April 6, 2014

God of Small Things

A permanent poser for digital memories of uninterested tourists
No longer he holds power over life & death, poverty & wealth
Nor he can cure diseases or make rain
Behind the iron bars, he is just an artifact of old days
Not long ago, thousands used to come to his door for a glance of his magnificence
Kings used to bend their knees and offer penance
But those days are long gone, lost between his prolonged sleep and late awakening
Now he is no more omnipotent but just a God of small things

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Hope is a Good Thing

I am the web, I am the spider, and I am the ignorant fly
In circle of these affairs
I know the beginning, and I know how it ends
But still I hope for better journey in between
Be it a crowded universe or solitary dimension
In the end, I come back to you
Seeking the world which was denied
When all imagined ones shatter on shore of reason

Friday, February 21, 2014

In the name of a Rose

While cleaning my room of adamant cobwebs, empty bottles & old letters
Came across your sketch and a rose once you wore in your hair
The proud flower is now nothing but few old grey petals
But if you have time, you can come and see for yourself
How after all these years, you still steal my heart with one stare
But why go back and get imprisoned in clasp of time
Life is as good as it gets
It is better to hold your sketch than you in my arms
Who knows how our life would have been
I could have betrayed you or you could have betrayed me

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Survival of the ‘Married’

The survival value of the God meme in the meme pool results from its great psychological appeal.
                                                                                                       (Richard Dawkins, The Selfish Gene)

After the idea of God what can have more psychological appeal than idea of marriage.

Over the years, against my better judgment (believe me, I too can think), most of my friends have marched happily to sacrifice their freedom in the altar of marriage. As if the child ego state inside them lured by all the fireworks, hullabaloo of marriage ignores warnings of adult ego state and says ‘qubool hai’.  

The reasoning they gave can be grouped under several clichéd excuses such as parental pressure, time-tested tradition or obligation to evolution etc.

I do not blame them. But I do blame the reasons they gave. I can understand someone marrying for love. But marrying for tradition!

Irrespective of your gender, once you cross the magic age 25, it seems universe starts conspiring against you. Your relatives start bringing proposals of perfect matches, neighbors have a single agenda ‘Why Mr. X’s son/daughter is unmarried till date’, Colleagues have single lunch-table discussion topic ‘When are you getting married’’. Even the neighborhood shopkeeper does not hesitate in asking, ‘When will I get sweets’.

Over the years, movies, novels, TV serials shaped our understanding and made us believe that marriage is the answer to all problems; A Happily Ever After kingdom exists. Rarely someone said ‘Hey dude/dudette, sometimes light at the end of tunnel is not the escape route but the incoming train’. I am not saying that all marriages end ill or there are no happy couples. My only objection being leaving this important matter to chance rather than own choice.

Yes I do understand that not everyone is a born Casanova or Cleopatra and not all have equal opportunity to get that they want. But that doesn’t mean you flip a coin and base your life decision on it.

I know my argument lacks some merit. Man is supposed to be social animal. Individuality is a dangerous idea. Hence our society is not very fond of bachelors or spinsters and they will be seen as abnormalities in a perfect system. Married couples have better access to rented houses, restaurants and even they get discounts for club entries. The ‘Survival of the fittest’ translates to ‘Survival of the married'.

However all matters aside, as an individual we all are curious to take a new step with hope that it will be a welcome change in life. There is always a certain void in our ever-wanting heart for love & happiness that we try to fill by getting into new relationship(s). We are like drowning people; whoever comes in our way we clutch into hoping that we will be saved by him/her.


As Philosopher Michael Sandel once argued that, whatever we might like to think, we are never entirely free, nor would we want to be. The very ties that give our lives meaning also constrain us and it is precisely by constraining us that they give us meaning.

Friday, January 31, 2014

A Good Year

Some moments have lost their direction
Got entangled in your smile
Drunk , they bump into each other
And keep accusing me for a while



My fingers running through your face
Feels like a wild flower singing in the breeze
I don't know the meaning of the song
But will keep listening till I die

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Metamorphosis

No longer my heart seek whys and why-not
Or the constant urge to connect the dots
No more I question the dice that rolls; in favor or in odds

I wonder, is this because of excess wine or me becoming wise
Which is ‘a priori’ and which one ‘a posteriori
Or may be a bit of both, as no one can distinguish

In this metamorphosis of my soul;
I do not know whether to cry aloud or rejoice in silence
As I can feel the rain even the sky is without a single cloud