Friday, March 29, 2013

Between blinks

The Toto of Wordland was sitting at a window being driven down through alleys pinning down words on the speeding away trees, on electric poles,on long wavy lines joining them filling the puzzle, words which some times flew away with the wind, while Toto recreated them behind his glasses, which you could probably see if you looked deep into his eyes. There was Toto's half spirit wandering in a far way Otherland making him live another existence and letting him know that he exists for she too breathes into him.

Monday, March 25, 2013

Poets of few words

There are poets and there are dreamers
There are dreamers who dream of poets and their poems
And rewrite the poems in their dreams
They fill them in colours and breathe into them life
They can’t let go of their creators
They hang on to them in a romantic bond
The poet doesn’t even know, the poet is lost in his muse
The poet is burdened by the attention
Though flattered at times
The poet ignores and moves away
But the dreams keep coming back
For the love of dreams
That become larger than life
The dreamer clings on like a baby to its mother
Is it the dreamer or the poet or the dreams or the poetry?
Or is it just the time of this day?
The sight of birds flying weightlessly
How their existence is less governed by the laws of physics
Or would the scientists disagree?
Didn’t Newton wonder about them sitting under the apple tree?

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Hot Words

As I was reading and reading,
some words evaporated off my hot head overloaded with isms
To pin them down,
I gave them a form with the dark blue ink in my old ink pen
which thickly, bluntly, boldly transferred them
and made them sit in neat lines on fresh paper
So, now they have a carbon copy, a dual existence, a double life
If they die in the head, they can still exist on paper

Monday, March 18, 2013

Partha's eyes

Do we wonder how world could look to a 7 year old
How each picture has a story one can create around it
Where world has both dragons and gods
and abundance and insignificance at the same time
With awareness of his attachment to his dear ones, to promise to spend his summer with me
He tells life can mean what you make of it, the story you wish to tell
and he has so many stories and creates so many more as he creates with his hands with the help of some colours
My belief in solving issues through discussion is only strengthened by his when he so patiently explains to his playmate how he is mistaking Partha's marble for his marble which is actually lost
Though Partha's playmate pulls away Partha's marble from his hand, he's not the one to budge nor fight
He keeps talking in all patience and innocence
He makes plans to go to the dragon world which he finds on seeing a map
and he's optimistic about finding their skeletons if not actual dragons
To make us all famous when we find them he says
All that we need is a helicopter and a bomb
And he knows exactly how he would throw the bomb and attack the dragon
He shows with the help of two laughing buddhas, one holding a bomb with both his hands over its head and the other standing in front
Then, I ask him, why we should kill the dragons
And he says, they're all bad
And why so?
Because, they all fought among themselves and killed each other till they were no more
Made me wonder if humans would be branded so by a 7 year old in another time and space when there came a time when humans annihilated themselves?
But I know, it's a redundant question
because there's no way to know
Yet, it doesn't fail to amuse
On being asked how he knew about dragons, after a few times of saying that he just knew it, he tells me he learnt it from the TV
Like he learnt about aliens, other planets and gravity from video games,
Only, his gravity worked the other way round where it pulled you away from planets and into space
So, from aliens, he comes to planets, and how people have to fight with them and among themselves
how they always fought, how kings always existed, who were all men,
how men were smarter than women, and boys are leaders since god made boys born first
How did he know about a male chauvinist god?
Never mind till he just doesn't know it
So, welcome to Partha's world
And there's ever more as long as you want to hear
For he always has more to say

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Social animal or a Greedy pig?

Money is a medium of exchange and is thus justified and even considered necessary. But it hasn't remained just a medium of exchange. Money has become a self-reproducing entity through instruments like profit and interest. In olden days, usury was looked down upon. Somebody who wants to make more money from existing money was considered greedy which was not a desirable trait. Today, no one seems to question it. Greed seems to be a given. Today, the popular image of a human being seems to be a greedy pig. What happens to the larger morality of people when greed is considered a part of life, essential, legitimate and justified? All our economics seems to work with these assumptions.


Each thought is taken out, typed into a phone and transmitted
Packed and parcelled off into space to bounce off another phone far far away, unpacked by the touch of a finger


A lady was asked to stay at home for her own safety threatened by men outside
She was called a house wife

A girl was raped
They said she lost her honour

A group of people fought against another and occupied some land drawing lines around
They called it a nation

A person didn't have enough exchange media called money
They called her poor

Some who did have plenty of exchange media played with each other
They called it a market

All this was written down on paper
They called it a textbook

Lots of children read it aloud sitting together
They called it a school

One day they said that this was how it always was and they who said it or wrote it ceased to exist
All that was written by them was called the truth