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I have officially moved my blog to Wordpress!! I hope you will drop by at my new blog I, Me, Myself... Thanks a lot for the time and constant support here! Indebted to everyone of you! Thanks a lot :)

Love,

Sashu!

Who do I choose to be - Radha or Meera?

Who does the earth

Find me to be;

Sown inside the person

I am-

Chaste Meera or

His Radha?

The world sang of

Radha Kishen,

And I basked in the glory

Of the love

That never had any tint

Of a blemish

Visible.

But beneath the powdered

Dreams, I knew,

Radha bled.

Her soul belonged to him,

But wife-

She adorned another's

Title to herself.

Meera, most often

Was forgotten.

Her music spoke of

Love.

Viscous, it poured out

Leaving one

Hollow, deep.

Forever unrequitted,

Her love remained.

Like those empty words

Of mine,

You never tried to-

Let be.

Radha or Meera? I had to

Choose.

I wondered why,

And I wondered why not.

I could be Meera for

Him. But his Radha, I could

Never.

For, the choice

Never was mine.

It had already been made.

Always been made

...love bites

What is it in love

That can neither let be,

Nor let go?

Why is it that my tears

Never fail to lather

At your feet

And yet, the ache

Mellows with a word

Or a touch, faint.

In the moment after the next,

The smile breaks

And the heart rests

In a placid silence.

Yet, I know,

The ache would resurface

Painting itself a new hue.

And even in the joy

Of the night's passion,

Or the warmth of the embrace

Of your repentance,

It longs for the pain.

My masochist soul

Longs to bleed, to thrive

Off your anger, your hate-

For without this pain,

My love is commonplace;

And I am just another somebody.

Or should I say,

Just another nobody?

Mother

There, across the timeless space

She stood on her own,

Behind a veiled door.

Her eyes, tired

And her face, creased

With worry lines.

Her fingernails, dirty

And her arms had burnt marks

That failed to fade.

She had that forlorn look

That could find no reason,

And her soiled clothes

Though still neatly pressed.

Were drenched in sweat.

Across that flimsy veil,

She seemed miserable,

Ever so.

I wondered if I ought to go

Past the seamless space

And save her soul.

I had no armor, no shield

Yet, I knew I had to-

So delved headlong,

Across the silken barrier

To find her.

Looked around, but in vain.

I found her not.

Maybe too late, I hope not,

I whispered to myself,

With trembling syllables.

Just before I waded back

To the other end of living-

I saw her face.

Her eyes seemed tired,

Yet they twinkled

In joy, that caught my breath

To summersault.

Those crease lines aged her

ever so gracefully,

And never in ceaseless worry.

Her burnt skin smelled of milk

and butter,

Her finger nails were dipped

In colors of life.

I saw her peek a glimpse

Every half of a second

Into the dim-lit room

Right across the table.

I found her smile,

As though nothing could have

Been better, ever.

I walked in

To find out her secret joy-

For, in my eyes,

Nothing she had, could make

Me smile her smile.

And then I saw-

Across the timeless backdrop

A cherubic face, that shone.

Toothless, a smile

Broke away-

And my heart skipped a beat.

I turned back to her-

And I found her bask

In the aura of motherhood.

Humbled,

I drifted back to my world,

Wordlessly.

There was nothing I could say

Or be-

For she was everything -

She was a mother.

- (C) Sashu

09 May 2010

Ugly Nudity

How deep is that

Plastic smile

Of yours, I wonder.

Wouldn't it peel,

Right off your face,

And then, dribble

Unto nowhere,

Leaving you nude-

Every crinkle on your face

mirroring the hatred,

The spite,

That you nurture in your soul-

And in that ugly nudity,

Wouldn't your reflection

Scare yourself?

And then,

Where would you be?

An Ode To A Friend

I could not but be. I know.

I may not awaken to

Each dawn

With your memory-

Yet, not a day

Passes by,

When, forgotten,

You are.

I know, I could not but be.

In every joy, I may not

Wish to call out to you.

But in every tear,

I miss you.

Devoid of your smile,

Your words,

I feel hollow.

I could not but be. I know.

I may not think of you

In a crowd.

But in the solitude of me,

I find that space

Bleeding,

Where only you,

And you could be.

I know. I could not but be.

In the selfishness

Of a moment,

I let go, of you,

And our yesterdays-

To clutch onto

The tomorrows,

I dreamt of.

I could not but be. I know.

This stranger, I am

Today, has lost a friend.

But the friend

That you have always been

Would forever be.

Sorry, I could not be more-

Sorry, I could not but be.

Languor

Rhapsodical, this music
Of delving headlong
Into the hidden depths
Of you, and me-
Living through this state
Of entangled desires
Laced with molten dreams
Dripping-

Plop!

The ripples grow, seamless,
Dissolving us,
Into a million-pixel portrait.
And the music ebbs away
Pulled under-
As though choking,
Into a breathless rapture.

And as we resurface once again,
Into the placid countenance
Of ourselves-
There seems no haste to chase
The glitter, or swoon to the melody.
Instead, we turn onto our own
Dipping away
Into the comfort of the self.

Yet, in all languor,
This lazy love sustains itself.
And there is nothing
I wish for-
Than, this complacency,
Of knowing-
This is forever to last.

Debt

There, beyond the days of yore
Lies an urn, of plastered mud
Smoking.
I hold my hands away
Reaching down
To feel the heat.
Plunging into pain has never been hard
For,the crippling childhood scar
Shielding from any molten hurt-
They spread all over
Fuming acidulous blisters.

And then as the cyanotic blues
Strangle me to breathlessness
I peep into the urn,
And I see a reflection of hope-
And I gasp, and choke.
Tart odorous fumes annihilate
The venom of its own kind,
And I resurface,
Swallowing a mouthful
Of air.

Living is often a debt-
Either to life, or to death.

...smile :)

As though barefoot,

Tiptoeing in, with

A mystic silence, eerie;

Waiting to burst forth

Into a pink tickle,

A blossom

Of a blush.

Creeping in

Effortlessly

Without no pretense

And no intricacy,

Easing away

All the worries

Until it broke away

Into a cherubic smile...

...sometimes, life is as simple as it could be!!

If Not For You...!

In The Music Of You,
I Paint A Dream.

As The Symphony Flows Over
Like a brook,
My brush throws in
A myriad of fresh colours.

And Out Of Nowhere,
The reds and blacks and whites
Melt into a silhouette
Of You.

As I Watch Your Eyes Draw In
The music of my brush -
I gasp.

In Your Eyes I Find My Dream,
Dipped in hues I'd never known to exist.
If not for you,
My heart sings out aloud.

If Not For You...!