Friday, November 28, 2014

Lucifer Lost

I say, have you seen my cat Lucifer around?
She is never late, annoyingly  too time bound

I tell myself I don’t like your piggy eyes
They dart about, windows to your soul of ice
I know, I am sure, I sent Lucifer to you
As I saw you alone on your porch, weak and blue
Lucifer could cheer up zombies, did you know
I was sure, she would get you out of your low.
And now I search for her everywhere
In the streets, greener fields and those too bare
Don’t you tell me, she would be back eventually
Who knows if she is hurt, or dying in a dark alley
You've had your fill, I scowl and say
And now, of course you wouldn't care.
She is afraid of the dark, of the voices in the wild
A heart of gold, a soul so mild
Didn't you laugh when she rolled over and back?
And made you smile as she toppled on the books’ stack
Did you fondle her fur of satin, the blacks of midnight?
And tap her pink nose, as you held her tight.
Look at you now, happy and singing all the tunes
Your voice makes me want to scream and run to the dunes
Do you not care, she was here a while before?
What if she never comes back anymore?
Alone and hurt, in the darkest of lands
No footprints of hers left on my garden sands
People chasing her away, as she hunts for dead mice
I sigh, and think, couldn't just some of them be nice?
I look at you and my heart writhes in rage
Foolish you, I know you never had the courage
You would lose her, maim her or worse
Not even care, although she did but nurse
Your evil, your tears, your horrid dreams
And even shared with you her cookie and cream
Have her heart torn out if you wanted it ever
Made you smile at her tricks so clever
And now, I search the high and low
“Lucifer! Lucifer!” I bellow
I cry as no one would bring her back home
I wouldn't see her gleeful, chasing the gnomes
Or purring near my feet, content with her meal
And playing with my paints, the reds and the teal
In those night like corners, her eyes would dim
Slave to the fear, the devil’s whim.
Broken bones, and the lost smile
Would she be looking for me all this while?
How could you lose her, when you swore?
That the joy she gave lessened the burden you bore
That her pink nose would glow when you laughed
That she would jump for you and try to catch the draft
That you would hold her close and fill in your love

Sigh! All she did was never really enough
For you, your love or your selfish heart
And now, driven away, as she was done with her part
A stray cat somewhere, hurt and angry
Hated by people, loveless and hungry
Would she hit back, scratch and spit?
Would she weep silently, on her destiny’s writ?
I shed a tear, as I know for sure that I have lost
The tiny beacon of bliss, the winds of the coast
I still look for her in the high and the low,
Singing about the cruel, breathing seconds of her lore.
No, as the night comes, she wouldn't
be home
Buried in bones, lost in the loam
Whisper to the air, of the spirit she had
Of the fate of men, in her mewling ballad
Know that the sounds would haunt your sleep
Breach the locked doors of your safe keep
Though you may escape from the gallows of men
That song would seek you, find you and when
You cover your eyes, and block out the tears
The pink nose would grin, clap and roll and cheer
To say, “Here’s to you, my friend!”

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

A New Day

Today as the sun comes up, it would be because sleep was slow and at the supposed right time
It wouldn’t be to the last moment hassle to resume slumber in the lectures
It wouldn’t be to kick you out of the bed or to scream at you that your class starts in 5 minutes
It wouldn’t be to the ritualistic coffee and toast or to the loudest room in the corridor.
A new day to an unfamiliar silence, the sounds of life that you weren’t wont to for quite some time.
Today as the freshly mowed grass is bathed in the blistering heat, it wouldn’t be to that open window overlooking the campus and the best view in it
Wouldn’t be to the best room in the hostel, with that just right cool breeze and a built in natural thermostat
Not to the road to the endless diet journey, and yet that led to the hostel mess.
A new day with timely meals and not four hands in one tiny lunch box.
There wouldn’t be that din of life, of happiness and sorrows wrapped in the waft of good food and Coke Studio
Nor the need to hide my tears in solitude for the fear of being caught by the too attentive roommates
There wouldn’t be the dread of the days ahead, of the incessant calls and the gravest discussions in the dingiest room.
A new day with lesser worries and even lesser people to grumble or laugh about it with
You have run out of excuses for food binge, will not have ethical dilemmas over Chinese or North Indian
Who would tickle those creative feathers for further demolishing the walls?
You wouldn’t run around booking rooms and sending mails, all through complaining about the lack of infrastructure
Yet loving that alcove nestled beside the lake with music from the otherwise silent smartphones
The new day has a promise of the grown up world – of morphing relations and sleepless nights of materialism
This new day heralds for everyone, brings in hope for some and perhaps fear for others.
But somewhere that insolent child demands that time stops just this once, let this moment freeze for a while
In a room of 3 beds, speakers, the multi-hued crowded walls and those ever present souls
In the laughter and nonchalant bitching, in the shared food and fears, in what felt like a happy fraction of life tucked in a safe corner
In the classes with those drowsy faces, even in those DCPs with their hands up, always
In the rush of local trains, in that mellifluous walk by the Marine Drive in the wee hours of dawn
Let those moments reel back to where it all began
The journey we embarked to carve out our niche, to make a mark on the sands of the slippery mistress called time
I know not if the destination ever arrived, but I remember your laughs, your music, your dance, your dinners,
I recall that idli, and the bhel, the beaches, the late night series, and the not bothering about exams
And I smile.
I smile at fortune’s favour, I sigh at the speed of the time
And I wonder where the diverging roads might meet again.
Surely we will, the insolent child pouts
He cares not of the tempestuous treachery of time and fate, he doesn’t look at what life brings to each.
He holds on to those gossamer threads of memories filled with sunshine and peace
He sleeps to the music of silence under his friends’ loving gaze
He learns to try and hope for the better as he looks back at his tears and joys, sublime and real.
He runs barefoot on the sun kissed sands and hugs you for the reprieve from life
He cracks jokes on you thanking you for never giving up on him, even when he did
And he sings along, high pitched and noisy, to the tune that bound us all together.
As we aged a little more than yesterday, as we set in to lose ourselves a bit more to the world
I hope that the child finds his home by the sea, of azure waves, white clouds and golden memories
And that someday, one new day, we all would find our way back to it too.