tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43358262267216204772024-02-21T05:27:30.992+05:30Leprechaun, Treasures?Ha! glad am I that no one knew that Rumpelstiltskin I am styled.Uttarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07438765335471177941noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335826226721620477.post-56286982743287824172018-08-19T11:52:00.000+05:302018-08-19T11:52:16.261+05:30Jack and Jill<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
What would you like for your birthday?, asked he.<br />
A divorce, 'joked' she.<br />
He shoved her, 'playfully'.<br />
She stumbled (<i>upon reality?</i>).<br />
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One was left with a broken heart.<br />
And the other, a broken crown.</div>
Uttarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07438765335471177941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335826226721620477.post-75752698135604578582016-09-30T23:25:00.001+05:302016-10-01T05:59:51.869+05:30A Portrait of a daughter as the amateur Gardener<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Are you one of those neo-impressionists,<br />
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with a dramatic air of personal tragedy?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Paint me the following room, with:<o:p></o:p></div>
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Blood thinners, IV, Dextrose, ICU bills, MRI reports,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Haemodialysis, O2 stat, drug resistance, sepsis,<o:p></o:p></div>
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respiratory arrest, Do Not Resuscitate (fashionably, DNR), cardio-respiratory
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Of course, it was only but natural for a part of me to become as irrecoverable (as you), (like the umbilical cord we shared), but,<br />
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"He does not really teach one anything, but by being brought into his presence one becomes something." is what Wilde wrote about Christ as The Artist/a work of art.</div>
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<i>M, </i><i>I miss you. </i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Today is Mahalya)</span></i></div>
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Uttarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07438765335471177941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335826226721620477.post-51772908403828144372013-12-26T23:56:00.002+05:302013-12-26T23:56:59.494+05:30"Post-"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
blink and/or breathe<br />
Complement with refreshing<br />
bin-boxes of stale e-mail<br />
Because that is how we now, measure time<br />
With narrowed views and broadened waistlines<br />
<br />
She will bury brown coins with crowns<br />
And wish corona crowns be coins<br />
Instead,<br />
They gave her a few Liberty<br />
And some short lived sympathy.<br />
Her eyes, too inflated for morning light<br />
To ever wake up. Try as she might.<br />
Too much make up, they sighed at the funeral<br />
She lay dressed in a costume from some carnival<br />
Wanting to die like an artist from brooklyn<br />
Who could paint marvelous portraits of brick kiln<br />
Lost in some warehouse in a bygone lane.<br />
Where she claimed the world was too simple.<br />
"Find another", said World, ever so humble.<br />
And so from her sleep, she leaped<br />
From the first, missing the second<br />
And landing on the third, instead.<br />
Repeat. In reverse order.<br />
As the Planner patiently placed<br />
circles in squares.<br />
<br />
This is not on you,<br />
Blame the System, that is who,<br />
Said the erudite-looking Planner<br />
"Oh, I'm the Executioner"<br />
She explained.<br />
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<i>I continue to be puzzled by what the prefix post- truly means. It remains one of those tools that can make any mediocre word sound insufferably abstruse. Oh well, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qTLpq2O8Zb0">I know What I know</a>! This is one of my favourite songs from Paul Simon's Graceland Album. I don't think I can love that song enough. And I don't think I can love 2013 enough either. Thank you, amazing year.</i></div>
Uttarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07438765335471177941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335826226721620477.post-70345369508189449672013-06-08T17:49:00.000+05:302016-04-17T10:40:25.310+05:30The Bazaar<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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They sell shampoo bars<br />
longer than relationships<br />
You buy bargained promises<br />
heavier than guilt<br />
They sell knowledge<br />
shallower than convexity<br />
You buy enlightenment<br />
darker than sunglasses<br />
They sell conversations<br />
warmer than hunger<br />
You buy solitude<br />
deeper than mines<br />
They sell thoughts<br />
emptier than brains<br />
You buy airtickets<br />
greener than inexperience<br />
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You sell mattresses<br />
smaller than their dreams<br />
They buy trends<br />
hotter than red<br />
You sell health<br />
paler than porcelain<br />
They buy bottled water<br />
colder than your neighbours<br />
You sell ideas<br />
sharper than their tongues<br />
They buy flattery<br />
larger than your appetite<br />
You sell expectations<br />
taller than pint glasses (or shards)<br />
They buy debts<br />
deeper than sleep<br />
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What is the point, you ask<br />
they say,<br />
it is not a point<br />
it is a black hole.<br />
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<i>'Inspired' by e e cummings' '<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RLP7YYMWdBM">may i feel said he</a>', sort of. </i><i>Listen to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bYvt0boSRXQ">this</a>.</i></div>
Uttarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07438765335471177941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335826226721620477.post-56818827243352456972012-08-01T18:32:00.001+05:302013-06-08T17:55:55.569+05:30When it is your turn<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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As clocks are wound and sundials are adjusted<br />
As calendars are reviewed and days are crossed<br />
As circles battle straight lines<br />
I wish I am a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0x14xNA2f4">boomerang</a><br />
And not a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ekt6PELAcEg">satellite</a>.<br />
Happy to bounce back <br />
Than be permanently set into orbit.<br />
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<i>I have been away for months together and apologise to anyone who might, shockingly, still be keeping a tab on this space. I am done with a part of my life (I graduated, whoa!) that I shared with this blog. However, I shall try to keep alive this blog. I have also added hyperlinks to two wonderful songs, completely unrelated to the post but certainly worth a listen- Steven Strait's Boomerang and Guster's Satellite. Do listen to them!</i></div>
Uttarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07438765335471177941noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335826226721620477.post-59420331566518445232012-01-11T21:57:00.004+05:302012-01-16T22:47:11.907+05:30Reverse Gear Speed Breaker<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheUsigGmG6By-go8SEAk-J3SaaVLFrToDX8wEYSUeUaHF2iPI5avpjoM9BBvKPwUtTawMQiJQNJoi_vV5asnWOsphGTS_BjJ8guwfGDrSM6OozkPlT40e-_Ac9gesnsgukd0sHPFel0qhd/s1600/IMG_0390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheUsigGmG6By-go8SEAk-J3SaaVLFrToDX8wEYSUeUaHF2iPI5avpjoM9BBvKPwUtTawMQiJQNJoi_vV5asnWOsphGTS_BjJ8guwfGDrSM6OozkPlT40e-_Ac9gesnsgukd0sHPFel0qhd/s400/IMG_0390.JPG" width="400" /></span></span></a></div><br />
No matter what they say,<br />
There is no 'back to square one',<br />
There is no 'turning back the time machine'<br />
Or stitches that don't show and<br />
Scars that vanish (unless you use <a href="http://www.ozoneayurvedics.com/ProductSubCategory.aspx?ID=1">this</a>*, I am told).<br />
How else would one have<br />
Created something called a<br />
Jigsaw puzzle?<br />
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<i>Here's to the New Year.</i><br />
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<i>* Of course you are free to use an alternative.</i></div>Uttarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07438765335471177941noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335826226721620477.post-31919089305356272312011-11-13T17:36:00.001+05:302011-11-21T21:46:32.329+05:30Frost's Clarification<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPZqvH8mwfpqeriBymBTJFEX1oqJ7aDXRuLXbCw8371wMkw5LUCqCgg53CSx2_txPxd2kWTI9d7BZJ8YeAo2cQZetHbDbtHg6ZuPDw1_iqCtjTcWTgLQAu7JWiSXR46pDMdmPnqVnar3DW/s1600/IMG_0476.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPZqvH8mwfpqeriBymBTJFEX1oqJ7aDXRuLXbCw8371wMkw5LUCqCgg53CSx2_txPxd2kWTI9d7BZJ8YeAo2cQZetHbDbtHg6ZuPDw1_iqCtjTcWTgLQAu7JWiSXR46pDMdmPnqVnar3DW/s400/IMG_0476.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
Of course it is wonderful to pick the road less travelled,<br />
'<i>Because it was grassy and wanted wear</i>'<br />
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But where are your tickets?</div>Uttarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07438765335471177941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335826226721620477.post-43923436195880812292011-10-21T21:24:00.005+05:302013-10-19T23:43:20.123+05:30So I try so hard to keep the rhythm of a train*<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Location: outside Bellver Castell, Palma de Mallorca, Spain</span></div>
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Dear Sprinter,<br />
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In your enthusiasm to not miss the train,<br />
You didn't quite notice the things you trampled upon.<br />
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Yours truly,<br />
A peeved tail<br />
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<i>*From the Scrubs track, listen already! Jeremy Kay's 'Have It All'.</i></div>
Uttarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07438765335471177941noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335826226721620477.post-48652992335221341312011-10-12T20:27:00.007+05:302011-11-13T17:38:49.776+05:30What Marla Daniels Said*<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8n2DtzdYoPWpzBFr6lrW7vlDSOAgM7u15xbOomKVIaWdpqxxcS1nR5U_SLx-N17eYuNQLX61iyHZTP3HcF504vqIxgKkcbB8y9NYpfRRvO4QUYGqng6UowpQqQ5Uw-LxaKTv7_qWokHR6/s1600/blooo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8n2DtzdYoPWpzBFr6lrW7vlDSOAgM7u15xbOomKVIaWdpqxxcS1nR5U_SLx-N17eYuNQLX61iyHZTP3HcF504vqIxgKkcbB8y9NYpfRRvO4QUYGqng6UowpQqQ5Uw-LxaKTv7_qWokHR6/s400/blooo.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Location: The MRTS, Madras</span></div><br />
Here, it never was about winning<br />
As much as about survival, daily groceries and a bathroom.<br />
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Resurrecting the dead is still restrained to Hollywood.<br />
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<i>The title is a reference to Season 1, Episode 2 of The Wire. In this Episode ('The Detail'), Lt. Cedric Daniels' wife Marla says- "You cannot lose if you do not play."</i><br />
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Mexico's updated drug-related death statistics is 34,612 in the last four years. In the Horn of Africa, "deaths are running at two per 10,000 adults or four per 10,000 children every day" as observed by The Economist. According to the Lancet Survey, there have been 601,027 violent deaths out of 654,965 excess deaths from March 2003 to June 2006 in Iraq. Hi Ho, as Kurt Vonnegut would say. <apologies for="" ramble="" the=""></apologies></div>Uttarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07438765335471177941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335826226721620477.post-66625013628094788362011-09-06T16:25:00.001+05:302011-10-30T01:06:51.979+05:30Sophie's Choice<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmRv1UoXXALooTE8Fom-t5Pi_vOLcP5_66cV2k59ciSTFuhD32EDPR_gMOBJ2KuliNytkctBTdIcSuvlFqOqc7ZHjHP1Xk121nPCFp-9JosAGZ2ClHFTe-Xh5OtbYO381ZbgDZAnBdFTxc/s1600/IMG_1477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmRv1UoXXALooTE8Fom-t5Pi_vOLcP5_66cV2k59ciSTFuhD32EDPR_gMOBJ2KuliNytkctBTdIcSuvlFqOqc7ZHjHP1Xk121nPCFp-9JosAGZ2ClHFTe-Xh5OtbYO381ZbgDZAnBdFTxc/s400/IMG_1477.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Berlin! as you can figure from the road signs</span></div><br />
if doing this <br />
were to translate as <br />
not doing the other, <br />
if it were as simple as that, <br />
then my dear, i am afraid that <br />
the human race would have been extinct, <br />
out of boredom</div>Uttarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07438765335471177941noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335826226721620477.post-25451232475898493242011-08-24T22:55:00.002+05:302012-01-11T21:21:14.534+05:30ChameleonSpeak<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYxpZvBhveLU2-3ynE6i6Dvb1elIWYVIxgve42x58JXlClUv9HOlmCvqEqKPhBucgXA_7LiDph2-pAokW2qd_W7sjKyVDiqy0Akgk68w1lHdAYjd0umVyRcuYgeFwrNPDwhUc9Ep6t-64g/s1600/IMG_1429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYxpZvBhveLU2-3ynE6i6Dvb1elIWYVIxgve42x58JXlClUv9HOlmCvqEqKPhBucgXA_7LiDph2-pAokW2qd_W7sjKyVDiqy0Akgk68w1lHdAYjd0umVyRcuYgeFwrNPDwhUc9Ep6t-64g/s400/IMG_1429.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Bremen Dearest </span></div><br />
And even in your lies I realise the Truth.<br />
Or it probably is that which makes me realise the Truth.<br />
Like the wise people under trees say, <br />
it is after all the darkness that leads one to the light<br />
if it doesn't kill you, it makes you stronger, right?</div>Uttarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07438765335471177941noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335826226721620477.post-85530370235068536882011-07-23T10:23:00.006+05:302011-11-16T07:44:42.064+05:30I’m lookin’ to the sky to save me*<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgveN1nVH7WiizwUF0ezy2FXbqP1wpiErLp_y5_voR__czRsqyII4blGpQOTHS9UJN_xHvebAGtEgmkKRO3qajUppVSrZZOlGsRvcWwyTpJgmcEl1-7QezzcsJDJleAPhpioAze7292VO-K/s1600/228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgveN1nVH7WiizwUF0ezy2FXbqP1wpiErLp_y5_voR__czRsqyII4blGpQOTHS9UJN_xHvebAGtEgmkKRO3qajUppVSrZZOlGsRvcWwyTpJgmcEl1-7QezzcsJDJleAPhpioAze7292VO-K/s400/228.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I know the sky has no location. Dosteovsky drilled that into my head. Nevertheless, I took this picture at the Vrindavan Gardens in Mysore. </span></div><br />
There is something quite intriguing about the sun.<br />
For, everytime daylight breaks, <br />
you miraculously find new reasons, to breathe.<br />
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<i>*The title is borrowed from Learn to Fly, by the Foo Fighters. Needless to say, the song has absolutely nothing to do with my blog post. It is a mere act of convenience to hide my inability to come up with competent titles. Do listen to the song.</i></div>Uttarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07438765335471177941noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335826226721620477.post-25814929127483586972011-06-03T11:16:00.002+05:302011-06-30T11:37:47.278+05:30Schizophrenia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih8KDYc-jVLxS48IJsn6c8wlJ3B6LMrv9qjPmMIN7vhatcV74dM3RARNDomvU8ciH7wyYo8IY3SejpWET2XEIz6stkdo9wIBWrKdOsuTSqzIcaHV5DVS7ONoTKNtkJ5O6xTFF4_0cSSP2a/s1600/IMG_2376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih8KDYc-jVLxS48IJsn6c8wlJ3B6LMrv9qjPmMIN7vhatcV74dM3RARNDomvU8ciH7wyYo8IY3SejpWET2XEIz6stkdo9wIBWrKdOsuTSqzIcaHV5DVS7ONoTKNtkJ5O6xTFF4_0cSSP2a/s400/IMG_2376.JPG" /></a></div><br />
They sent me a letter.<br />
It read-<br />
<br />
"The best way to accept reality<br />
is to live in it."<br />
<br />
I folded it<br />
Put it under my pillow<br />
and went back to sleep.<br />
<br />
<i>Dream, for only that can keep you awake in sleep.</i>Uttarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07438765335471177941noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335826226721620477.post-22239847511000986022011-05-14T02:47:00.003+05:302011-05-14T02:58:53.766+05:30For mirrors and echoes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtVIW6Gysj3QaRpA8_2oWd4TB02dnfiVYj98OfaKwaY0m-grpNVMiQFLgfTvKM-nzkQuLy4jDJuAWz3gB_rIgHiHumvapvBYGaTpj18vNGKHz5a3muDUQfSTdJHBBDd7WfFerelnsXtZLC/s1600/IMG_1490.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtVIW6Gysj3QaRpA8_2oWd4TB02dnfiVYj98OfaKwaY0m-grpNVMiQFLgfTvKM-nzkQuLy4jDJuAWz3gB_rIgHiHumvapvBYGaTpj18vNGKHz5a3muDUQfSTdJHBBDd7WfFerelnsXtZLC/s400/IMG_1490.JPG" /></a></div><br />
I decided to paint<br />
once the lights went out.<br />
Not because Darkness was<br />
what I wanted to portray<br />
<br />
I was too scared to <br />
accept the ugliness.Uttarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07438765335471177941noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335826226721620477.post-38085080056113211902010-12-28T12:50:00.002+05:302011-05-14T02:51:38.502+05:30The Linearity of Time we live in<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkHiQkPDetqw_0pChtdcOkVK4nBm4JSj8Fhiv2jjV-4_ymsXqK4T8YFLu2nGc-UWpSMs2xlZZwgvKM3Up9Fhvgk96HBuZ_ehPIQgp908hcRwZaO2FX4zMITilu6DaxPViW9hZhiEj-A9Y8/s1600/IMG_1860.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkHiQkPDetqw_0pChtdcOkVK4nBm4JSj8Fhiv2jjV-4_ymsXqK4T8YFLu2nGc-UWpSMs2xlZZwgvKM3Up9Fhvgk96HBuZ_ehPIQgp908hcRwZaO2FX4zMITilu6DaxPViW9hZhiEj-A9Y8/s400/IMG_1860.JPG" /></a></div><br />
Thank goodness the word has only three letters in it<br />
Were it any longer, I probably would not have had the strength to say it:<br />
<br />
Bye.<br />
<br />
<i>Boomerangs are a great invention.</i>Uttarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07438765335471177941noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335826226721620477.post-67272505058458088412010-11-14T03:56:00.006+05:302010-11-22T04:11:45.963+05:30Lacuna Inc.*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS-hYTPRjBpVT3LhMvmvnG5xtwERwAOUyucfBgj3itu3DD6FhSiYo_FtuDs_OeJIPYDudIhsHd1IXryLlqIuifzGwrQpF5r2a0F2jc0EZ6iNWJoj9YsDYdlU_UreZdz2SPrZC4lpY92PPx/s1600/IMG_0677.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS-hYTPRjBpVT3LhMvmvnG5xtwERwAOUyucfBgj3itu3DD6FhSiYo_FtuDs_OeJIPYDudIhsHd1IXryLlqIuifzGwrQpF5r2a0F2jc0EZ6iNWJoj9YsDYdlU_UreZdz2SPrZC4lpY92PPx/s400/IMG_0677.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539166160599896034" /></a><br />
Memories:<br />
Clogging the neurons;<br />
The brain is bursting<br />
at its seams<br />
and you cannot afford<br />
To sew it,<br />
All over again.<br />
Swallow that pill,<br />
And remember what<br />
<a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/35614.html">Eloisa said to Abelard</a><br />
<br />
<span style="font-style:italic;">* The title is from 'Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind'. The character played by Kirsten Dunst, Mary Svevo quotes Pope's poem to her boss, Dr. Howard Mierzwiak.</span>Uttarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07438765335471177941noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335826226721620477.post-77038801570646974522010-11-01T03:29:00.011+05:302011-05-14T02:49:11.632+05:30We missed the train we boarded<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN_F-faJOTW3RjySydAvHjvDWTklxduaW2O_12e6us0JAZv_PhOcFgoJN471Au5_jiDPqu_Zxe9XWqIb9Plb3RAx2BjjFeYK7rf8jveIX2z9VgTcGQGSIqTu-Bgc3fRzjBi41U1I-4M30p/s1600/IMG_1259.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN_F-faJOTW3RjySydAvHjvDWTklxduaW2O_12e6us0JAZv_PhOcFgoJN471Au5_jiDPqu_Zxe9XWqIb9Plb3RAx2BjjFeYK7rf8jveIX2z9VgTcGQGSIqTu-Bgc3fRzjBi41U1I-4M30p/s400/IMG_1259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534663450701456722" /></a><br />
May be it is unwise to befriend moths. But they are the easiest to.<br />
I'd rather destroy light to save them, than hope for them to turn into everlasting tortoises;<br />
Their presence in the transient dusk is far more eternal than the leaves falling off the Giant Oak, every autumn. And Gatsby could not have had a happier ending<br />
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<span style="font-style:italic;">This is the 50th post of this blog. Quite an abysmal record considering it began 1127 days ago. Anyway, for those of you who still read it, thank you.</span>Uttarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07438765335471177941noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335826226721620477.post-60889230232710756552010-10-08T01:30:00.002+05:302010-10-11T02:03:39.509+05:30Part of the Queue*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD4LYa2RkyjeL3N-ewytae2hEL0_V12Y76QSPgL5qfEe-niyFj8JAzCQhxSPko5oVMtIrGEG_QGb9VJzLRR46_FIwUOoHEpThXQ6Q0sHmRlYFvHoJVEcb3zsSgHC1aulot1jti0bAExEYx/s1600/IMG_1108.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD4LYa2RkyjeL3N-ewytae2hEL0_V12Y76QSPgL5qfEe-niyFj8JAzCQhxSPko5oVMtIrGEG_QGb9VJzLRR46_FIwUOoHEpThXQ6Q0sHmRlYFvHoJVEcb3zsSgHC1aulot1jti0bAExEYx/s400/IMG_1108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524977310352986498" /></a><br />This one is<br />For you,<br />You who dreams beyond<br />those clouds, for<br />greener pastures<br />and pristine blue skies.<br />There is nothing<br />more than a gray-walled<br />cemetery out there.<br /><br />I used binoculars.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">I have borrowed the title from a particularly favourite Oasis song of mine, from their 'Don't Believe the Truth' album. The post, however, has nothing to do with the song, as you might have already figured. I felt that the title suited the poem (if you can call it one). Oh, and do listen to the song.</span>Uttarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07438765335471177941noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335826226721620477.post-686596157729590462010-10-01T02:39:00.009+05:302010-10-11T02:01:50.724+05:30Especially<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY2wtpyp1NoUUZq7F-lMPk8Bcgd613z4GG-VZBI6rYntCVQDKyNhhbzJKRefuJoe7Q5wBedCmTT7EmmVWC_wSIBvRRCGhx0iGNf_l4Z_YH8l28vxO48K7HvuNM-mHghwNkGPGR4Ytxuyc6/s1600/IMG_0652.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY2wtpyp1NoUUZq7F-lMPk8Bcgd613z4GG-VZBI6rYntCVQDKyNhhbzJKRefuJoe7Q5wBedCmTT7EmmVWC_wSIBvRRCGhx0iGNf_l4Z_YH8l28vxO48K7HvuNM-mHghwNkGPGR4Ytxuyc6/s400/IMG_0652.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522817380369138146" /></a><br /><br />It is quite flattering to be made to feel special,<br />Especially in a world of six and a half billion as yourself<br />And countless other things <br />Like the bacteria in your stomach<br />And Animal Planet.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">P.S. The plant you see in the picture is no more. Neither are its four other siblings.</span>Uttarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07438765335471177941noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335826226721620477.post-75465666512107638372010-09-07T20:50:00.000+05:302010-09-25T03:05:06.260+05:30Timetable<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSercymIm1eRYQiPABXCA8_3TQACeUsWkf-SPMJ5C6sztGNBp9d0WOU4YPAQwmc5yUbxxQs6jmQSUc8o7kz5fHdU4YCDhuExQD5xppyFtCg3qwU4J4tWvHnhD71KI-sQt2rqVAoif8bL-9/s1600/IMG_0696.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSercymIm1eRYQiPABXCA8_3TQACeUsWkf-SPMJ5C6sztGNBp9d0WOU4YPAQwmc5yUbxxQs6jmQSUc8o7kz5fHdU4YCDhuExQD5xppyFtCg3qwU4J4tWvHnhD71KI-sQt2rqVAoif8bL-9/s400/IMG_0696.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514194660437971554" /></a><br /><br />Sometimes, no matter how long you have been waiting, you do end up missing the bus.<br /><br />The good thing is, it is only <span style="font-style:italic;">sometimes</span>. So, for the <span style="font-style:italic;">other</span> times, remember to check the Timetable.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">And we ended up missing the party on the Green ship, since we reached the venue an hour and half after the party was supposed to have begun. We were hopelessly optimistic too, to have walked up and down the quay at that time and in that temperature, in vain of course.</span>Uttarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07438765335471177941noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335826226721620477.post-18577910790694760962010-06-30T10:59:00.000+05:302013-06-10T02:54:17.510+05:30Losers' Manual<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am closet-pathetic too. Except, my closet is made of transparent glass.</div>
Uttarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07438765335471177941noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335826226721620477.post-11629159639916895362010-05-20T12:12:00.000+05:302010-05-20T12:38:50.401+05:30Missing'Missing'<br />Read the notice.<br />It had your name,<br />Photos and many<br />More details,<br />That had <br />All these years<br />Been so conveniently <br />Taken<br />For granted.<br />Where were you?<br />Hope fought with worry,<br />As memories swam.<br />And then,<br />I remembered something.<br />I remembered having<br />Fed you to the pigs.Uttarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07438765335471177941noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335826226721620477.post-90907187391248059692010-04-29T15:32:00.000+05:302010-04-29T15:44:43.895+05:30Moonlight Requisition"Don't put your finger in every damn pie!"<br /><br />"Why not?"<br /><br />"The fingers might be yours. But, the pies are MINE!"Uttarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07438765335471177941noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335826226721620477.post-13105029605873806732010-03-28T18:17:00.000+05:302013-06-10T02:56:41.643+05:30Dutyfree<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I fixed my tail<br />
Polished my horns<br />
And blew some fire<br />
Over you.<br />
<br />
I wore the halo<br />
Adjusted my wings<br />
And wondered,<br />
<br />
“Does, <br />
Not being evil,<br />
Make me an angel?”</div>
Uttarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07438765335471177941noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335826226721620477.post-28922394214256835272010-03-13T09:22:00.000+05:302013-09-27T11:31:37.445+05:30How is your life today?*<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It isn't about<br />
You being right<br />
Or me being wrong.<br />
Neither is it about<br />
Who started it first.<br />
It is about <br />
Toothless grins<br />
In the park,<br />
In the times of<br />
Diabetes and senility.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">* Title inspired by a certain song by the same name from Porcupine Tree's Lightbulb Sun Album. I would recommend that you listen to it. </span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Obviously, I am hardly the appropriate person to be writing love poems.</span></div>
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