Duality - II

As from the dusty, punishing ground you arise

There’s a glimmer in your eyes

The sinner in me dances with the saint in you

I whirl around as you do too

And twirling and swirling we’re lost in a mist

That is pure unadulterated bliss

And in that moment we realize and are stunned…

The sinner and saint aren’t two – but one.

Me and I

Sometimes furious, at others calm
Ice-queen at moments, at others warm
Rebellious now, then by rules I abide
Wailing within, yet chirpy outside
Happily involved with life, yet battling ennui
Aah! this beautiful duality that's me...
Preview

Rain...

Rolling thunder, clapping lightning and plopping rain,
Fresh earthy fragrance and lush greens again...
Goosebumps on skin, a delighted smile on my face,
In this moment - right now - i'm in a happy place.

With You...Paradise

Across the playground I spy you,
There's a tug at my heartstrings,
As your eyes lock with mine,
A slow smile growing on your dew-fresh face.
I'm overwhelmed,
My heart begins to race,
As you cross that gulf and step into my arms.
The playground is now star-studded skies, lush open fields, gentle waves on the ocean...
The playground, ANYWHERE with you is Paradise.

Empty Spaces Between my Fingers

The door stays open, awaiting your silhouette;
The chair rocks gently in the breeze, empty, waiting for you;
The dent in the bed where you lay has still not filled up;
Your coffee cup stands in its place, untouched, unturned;
The newspaper stays-unfolded;
And since you've gone away, the spaces between my fingers
- that God made for u to fill with yours - stay empty, lonely;
Sighing, I stare at those spaces and then look at the open door...
When will you come?

A Love Affair Called Cricket

And we say cricket is a gentleman's game. Where they hurtle a ball at the speed of (well almost) a misslie at each other - and sometimes even at people watching them :D. Where they spit and blow their nose on the same pitch they slide on. Where they say "FUCK YOU" to (almost) every one who goes out of the field.

But that's not what I'm musing about. I'm pondering at this love affair that each Indian has with this game - down from a 3 year old to a 93 year old. And every cricket-junkie is like a possessive, doubting, yet worshipping partner. There's SO much investment in the game - emotional, financial, physical (what do you mean you've never heard of people beating each other up coz their personal god was insulted by another?!?). As in a relationship, there's one partner so giving (that's the team for you!) and the other partner (the country) so demanding. A small slip and there's Cain to be raised! Let one date (read match) be that isn't all fireworks and adrenalin and the doubting game begins. Along with, of course, the gossiping, the bitching, the making up....

This country is MAD about this game. EVERYthing else pales in comparison - my dad's just come back home today after a heart attack and a stent insertion in one of his arteries and he's sitting up and watching the match. My nephew's 8 years old and he's stuck to one spot coz "koi out ho jayega agar mei hila, bua". I'm sitting there and clapping till my hands are sore - sometimes both hands together, sometimes one hand on my mouth! I'm at a bank in the afternoon and everyone's working furiously, so work can be done and everyone can go home by 2 to watch the match. I step out at 4, the streets are empty. I'm out to purchase something and the store owner says, "come tomorrow, if we've won, I'll give you a 50% discount!" Diwali has competition - there's so many people bursting crackers, I'm wondering if this is March or October!

Well, this is one affair that doesn't show any signs of waning. There may be small flings on the side (football, etc) but the real love goes on...Read my FB wall and you'll know what I mean. The entire country, Blue Boyz included, is in orgasmic ecstacy at the moment.

Sly...On the Fly

It NEVER fails to amaze me, every time I come face to face with it - this slyness that is a multitude of people. Quietly, stealthily, they act, treading on toes so soft, you hear them only long after they've walked. And it's times like these I wonder - WHY am I such a loudmouth? Why have I not learnt the art of closing on deals/finding of love/meeting my aspirations/you name it, quietly? Why MUST I share of everything so openly? So openly that another grabs of the idea and then the opportunity and doesn't breathe a word of it...

And when i'm mulling, does it strike home...this is what makes me me. This is what makes me walk tall. This - the openness of intentions, the uncrookedness of heart.

And I go back to being me. Not sly on the fly, not crooked on the human beat. Me, with my glass of wine in my hand and light in my heart. Smiling, Me.