Monday, November 21, 2011


"In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is freedom, in water there is bacteria!! wots ur pick?"
My heartfelt thanks to Dr. Gaurav Sharma for thus updating his facebook status, for it was these lines and his love and my hatred of spirit that led to one of the awesomest poetry battles of my life and thus getting a 

 chance to know one of the coolest knights ever!! The name is Kunal Mathur.

It was totally a decision of random fate that we met each other and I consider myself extremely fortunate. The 
first time I came across his "ninja awesome" blog, I was intoxicated with a heavy dose of the lethal combination of envy and pure appreciation. Here was my blog stuffed with poorly attempted metaphysical poetry and here is this guy, importing his ideas from God knows which incredible heaven and packaging them in sentences akin to the symphonies of Beethoven. I was mesmerized.

It is difficult to recommend any one entry from his blog, as it is difficult to recommend a shade of the rainbow to musing grey clouds.. each one in its own right is beautifully unique. Contemporary, classic, abstract, absurd, random, historical, modern, mythology, philosophy, art... you'll find a delightful read on everything. And not to forget the amazing illustrations!! Like crisp walnuts in a gooey sinful brownie. Couldn't be better! :)

And the man! Decidedly the most well read and accomplished man of his age that I have met. Somebody who fearlessly dives in the whimsical oceans of thoughts, collects all the priceless pearls from all the stubborn shells and walks backs to the shore in humble triumph. And with them he saves the souls dying in the stagnation in the catastrophe of life.

Of wearing many hats. Yes HE has got heads more than the great Ravana.. and hence the hats fit in perfectly. what i am talking about is a Knight on a Royal Enfield whose sword fights battles in ink, who has knowledge equivalent to perhaps twenty nine and a half Rohinis, who composes music so original and pleasing that if he was in the music industry, the likes of Reshamiya and Malik would have been starving on the streets. Whose reading interests range from Kafka to Camus to Aghodis and who is a Chemical Engineer by education! Imagine good people. 

And yet today this gem of a human being about whom I can write another hundred pages has generously decided to bestow on my humble works the gift of Sunshine. Am I grateful? much more than that. Only I know how apprehensive I was when I began writing. Never thought a living soul would read them and then the ever merciful Almighty sends in people of his likes who encourage you in such a profound way that you feel that the only way to chose is ahead.

Thank you Kunal for being such a genuine friend and for making me believe in myself. This is a priceless gift and will be cherished always. :)
Stay awesome always....!!!

Wednesday, November 09, 2011


The temple bells announce the morn
I lie awake through the night
Out of darkness the light is born
I behold the blessed sight

Orange and red, yellow and white
After the grey, blue and black
The presence and the absence of light
An open door, a seething crack

Unread people unread books
Scattered in chaos
In sleepy mirror the stranger looks
Empty worlds across

Peep into the darkness
But take a candle along
Bring a prayer to bless me
Sing a little song

Love with all my white
Hate with all my green
Dancing with wrong and right
Flirting with selfless and mean

I told her I have tied me up
She pulled out the same card
Sipping  bitterness from a cup
Wondering if I was scarred

Closing my eyes to numbness mauve
I questioned my musing shades
We agreed we both love Anton Chekhov
A curious content invades

We thought and spoke and cried
In Californication and Hodo
Like two tramps in the middle of happy nowhere
Smiling while waiting for Godot.

Friday, November 04, 2011

Never know

What should I write
That pleases your wit
My weak words anaemic
Sink in my humble existence
A moment you thought of a masterpiece
It did not inspire me enough
But I would remain silent
For i cannot face your hurt
Opting to be shallow or deep
You taught me thats the world
I wondered what I really was
A dying root or a withering leaf
You once laid a flower in that young book
It is now forever yours to be
And i in painful envy stand
To be decided upon another day
On quiet nights you wish for rains
And hum old dear love songs
And then I fall in love again
And pray to mocking Gods
I'll never know where we really belong
Perhaps i should not try
For where you say your peace shall be
Is where I shall call it home.

Thursday, November 03, 2011


What did leave and what did not
What is left behind is lost
Why to weep these waters hot
Why to think you loved it most

Of that bloom that withered young
Of that star that fell tonight
Of that song that died unsung
In the shades of whispering light

In despair lies the broken glass
In numbness lies the wine
A time that doth refuse to pass
In pain two world entwine

And slumber shall not visit thy bed
For on silken sheets is agony spread