Early Morning Blues

Mind numb, shoulders shrivel, my hold on mouse slackens,
Oh no no, wake up! My inner self chides and coffee beckons,
Eye lids droop almost as soon as I empty my coffee mug,
And my head meets the table welcoming me with a cool hug!

Nag!

Have you ever had a nag? Like, a reeeeeeeeeally persisting shadow of a memory at the back of your mind? Something that you desperately hope to find out?
I have lived with one such can-i-be-more-forgetful feeeling for the past 7-8 years. When I was 13-14 years old, I had a chance to read a wonderful book salvaged from a platform book-place in Gujarat. The tattered, stained, crumbling old novel(Don't remember its name or that of the author) was a very simple, first-hand account of a mother(don't remember her name) with few(don't know how many) kids and various incidents in their life (don't remember what). I cried copiously throughtout the read, and gave it back to the shop. And now that fragment of memory is killing me. I am still searching for it in google, wondering If i have passed it by! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Poems and I

One fine day I woke up and discovered that I have a flair for writing, and then started this lovely journey in the world of poetry!
And nothing could be further from truth! Not very observant by nature, and not a great admirer of beauty, poetry usually flows over my head like a gentle undisturbing breeze. But then the miracle happened.
The miracle of Nora Roberts.
She is amazing. Her witty plots, humor, romantic descriptions and the occasional strong doses of magic has made me one of her biggest fans.
But how did she inspire me to write poems?! The answer would be found in her 'The three sisters island" trilogy. I made my sister read it and as expected, she fell in love with the plot. So following the story line, I made her Mia Devlin ( as my sis is Aries - Fire sign) and myself Ripley ( I am Gemini - Air Sign) - and wrote a four line spell - similar to how it is in the book.
It was juvenile, but fun! That tickled off my urge to write rhyming verses and finally to poems.
I am attaching some random initial impromptu verses here, which by no means are great woks of art, but are remembered fondly for the purpose they served.

Available!

(Written on seeing Nitin online after a very long time in Y! messenger - one of my earliest ones)

Hey-lo!

My dear dear fellow,

seeing your icon yellow,

turns my heart mellow!

For not calling...
(When i couldn't call up Ashwin after saying I would due to a sudden, unexpected and unwanted work.. this was written when I was in my previous job )

I owe you a big apology,
But have been involved in a minor tragedy,

For I have been given work I barely understand,
Wonder how much more of this I can withstand,

I will call you later,
When I am more saner,

I will go now have some coffee,
Once again, I really am very sorry!

Gyan!
(This was written to bala, who was then studying in final year(tucha are people studying in final year in his college lingo) and was not in the best of moods. Since I wasn't either, i wrote this. God! How unhappy was I then?!!

Ye enjoyer of tuchadom,
Enjoy your last year of freedom,

After this you will enter the read bad world,
Where small things will boil your blood,

I am in the same predicament now,
Got to escape this, but how?!

As the people around us are bad,
Which almost always end up making us sad!

But I hope u have a better luck,
At facing others, in which I obviously suck.

..

(Unnamed.. written a few days back for Ashwin when he told me he is going to continue with his new piece, 'The General')

honey sweety becomes naughty at times,
likes to write, but appreciates rhymes,
wants to be rushdie, but does not ape his style,
he's sure to leave mediocrity back by a long mile!

:) All Smiles remembering old times!

Busy is the buzz word!

Consider the following conversations:

Me : Hi How are you doing?
Mrs. X : Good. Busy.
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Miss Y : Hey Evglere(name changed!!), how are you doing?
Me : I am doing good thank you. How are you doing?
Miss. Y : Busy.. as usual!
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Start of conversation
Me : Hello Mr.Z! How are you doing?
Mr. Z : Busy Busy.
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Sigh! How difficult would it be when busy is all you are, even for answering a perfectly professional question from a perfectly professional peer? Especially when you are talking to the perfectly professional peer for the very first time?
Now I really thought that even If you are busy, when a typical "how are you?" question is asked, typical answers include "I am doing great!" or "have been better!". Guess typical passed me by long time ago!
Time to become atypical now i guess.

I have to go now.. busy day ahead! Bye!

Gadgety-Widgets!

I discovered Widgets, albeit a tad late! My favorite addition is the Bookshelf (Thanks Nitin!). It feels wonderful to have one online, and see some of my treasured books racked up neatly for display!

AFTERMATH

Dirt covered window, with a small palm print,
allowing sun rays to enter weaving dirt ways,
touseled grey sheets with brown stains,
some glisten red reflecting light,
naked body lying, heaving now and then,
curled into a ball, a girl of ten.
bruised and battered, red turning purple,
big scared eyes, salty tears healing wounds.
a heart-broken sigh, she gets up,
covering her wounds, to go to school,
leaving her room, the smell of wine,
and her drunken father behind.

This poem was written after reading "Our little secret", a story on child sexual abuse.