The Crow's Back

[In mythology and folklore as a whole, crows tend to be symbolic more of the spiritual aspect of death, or the transition of the spirit into the afterlife]

Oh look, it's the Crow again

Tapping on my window pane to remind me it's there.

Yeah, old thing, I know you're there.

Cawing away in vain; well I say- Dont.

For there will be a time when I join you,

And right now, it ain't.

I am not afraid of you, my dear pal.

For being with you is the next adventure.

But right now I have a job to do.

Sit there and I'll join you when the time is right.

Sit but don't shit.

For I wont clean the window

As I climb out towards you!

And I don't want my dear ones to do it too!

I'll leave behind a clean room and a clean bed,

And a nice tiny window to the other world.

Be there, stay good, I'm yours I know.

But right now, I belong to all these people too.

And when the time's right, or when you feel it's right,

Just tap. Once. Or twice.

And I'll be there, grinning wide.

And we'll go beyond. Truly beyond.

:)

Sky's Eighteen

Amber tea in my yellow cup

Was quite something today.

There was rain outside and lightening

Crazy, Mad rain battering the world

And I smiled and sat inside and had my peaceful tea.

I saw Poetry outside.

And wild desires living themselves.

There was distinct harmony to be seen

In every wet bird, wet tree, wet human.

There was music. Oh boy, some nice music.

It was raw like the pitter-patter of the rain.

As familiar as the words I've used.

As warm and fuzzy as my amber tea.

Sky seemed eighteen finally.

It spoke and it yelled with authority of an adult.

And I was all ears to the Conversation of the Clouds.

I told her it's raining.

Her reply made me warm.

Warm and fuzzy like my amber tea.

I looked up again.

Believing myself to be in my Twenties.

The tea was all of Forties.

But that one crazy sky above was younger than us.

And its passion was driving me crazy.

My silly ol' Sky was Eighteen and I'd fallen for it.

:)

Them 'Intellectuals'

[The following was a comment on one of Dr. Manmohan Singh's facebook posts, by a certain Ravi Shankar]

Fashionable Topics of the Intellectuals

Fashionable topics the all-knowing intellectuals discuss.. over whiskey and rum and kababs.. air conditioned five-star ambience.. and Abh to raat aur baaki hain..

1) Sustainable development

2) Global warming

3) Poverty eradication

4) Price rise

5) Environmental degradation

6) Save the forests

7) Climate change

8) Energy crisis

9) Renewable energy

10) Education for all

11) Save the tiger

12) Water issues

Collective decision taken.

Soon 12 committees will be formed, all the members will be in all the committees.

Fact-finding committees will visit Shanghai, Bangkok, Phuket, Honolulu, Bali, Los Angeles, New York and Florida.

You know what some of these places are famous for.

If their sons or daughters are studying in Timbaktoo, or if they have their girlfriends there; They would visit that place as well.

Young graduates will be hired at meagre salaries to do `indepth' study on these subjects. They will be given 24 hour access to internet so that they can create `well-researched' reports using the time-tested process known as `copy-paste'.

Best photographers will be commissioned to take `tell-all' pictures of impoverished children suffering from malnutrition, students studying under kerosene lamps, women baking roties on a smoke-emitting chulha to romanticize poverty.

Top printing houses will be contracted to print glossy reports.

Reports will be discussed by `civil society' in seminars at all those places where IPL matches are held.

Venue: the best five-star hotels of the city. 

Seminars will helpfully conclude by 4 pm so that they can meet Lalit Modi before watching the matches. 

Media - both TV and print - will be in attendance to lap every single sound byte of the experts who are about to create a `new India'.

God,  please come down to India soon..

Us

It was unbelievable

Way too good for the day

Here I was, a molten goop.

There she was, warmer than the softest kiss.

Cradling time, as it slipped by.

Holding on to the best moments.

There were too many.

Mind knew no Body

It was everywhere around us

It lived our dreams then.

Her touch was unreal.

Her words, even more.

She said it then, I remember.

She said it and she held on to me tight.

And we smiled.

:)