Monday, December 26, 2011

New Year ...

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Last year
I wished for
frosted nails,
a silver dawn,
fiery red stilettos,
a slim chiselled body,
white flowers, and dreams
 drenched in the October rain.
I stacked them neatly in between
the layers of vibrant rainbow resolutions.

Now
those resolutions have turned gray,
flowers have become rotten
and I am just the same
with no slim body,
no frosted nails,
not even shoes,
not a dream,
nor a dawn,

but
Just this indigo blue butterfly
Painted on my shoulder,
a shade deeper than the ocean,
fluttering and flapping,
gazing at the deep blue sky,
goading me to start
all over again.

wishing all of you a happy new year, season's greetings with lots of love ...




Saturday, December 24, 2011

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

living life ...

Sit gingerly
with one foot placed firmly
over the base of the blade.
Hold the fish and scrape it out
De scaling it
swinging it deftly right and left.
Or
press the chicken down with one hand,
hold the sickle shaped knife in another
in an artistic angle, and
bring it down ingeniously to make a slit
almost in a dance like perfection.

They don’t retaliate
Or perhaps they can’t;
tolerance is a very holy concept.

Feel the perfect line and
end their head from the body.
Struggling for breath
spitting black blood
those staring eyes and gaped open mouth
casually lain beside.

Bring out all those internal bloody chaos
through that dark hole.

Now with lot of love
and patience,
with fingers soft and skilled,
clean them 
 cut them
into careful sized pieces,
so that no bones or thorns
bother you later.









Wednesday, December 14, 2011

a message for the woman ...

illustration by Nilanjana Basu - borrowed from 'parabas' site