The Curse

Like a predator from the dark alleys of doubts
It over shadows my moments of self worthiness

For joy is nothing but a momentary lapse of good sense
And it fades away with the curse of unhappiness

There always remained an old city buried beneath this urban landscape
You could live up the dream for a day but its reality you can’t escape

Dreams end and life begins , before you know you are on the other side
Whatever goes up comes down , are the rules of this joyride

The quest for the enigma called contentment is a fable we’ve all heard and told
The happiness is a companion only till the next turn on this road

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What gets better with age?

The daily prompt threw this question at me , just about the time when I was turning a year older.
So here’s what I think…

Re-reading your favourite book a billionth time
Or fitting into the good ole jeans some years down the line

Memories captured in wornout photographs that no facebook album can replace
The promise of all-girls-reunion, every year , same place.

The bond you share with that special someone
When the older you grow the fonder they become

When an elegant composure takes over the young bohemian spirit
And the gramophone record brings alive old melodies so vivid

Relationships, beauty, songs, books and memories,
Get better like old wine , as time flies.

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Here’s to..

A new land yet unexplored,
Watch some new stories unfold,

Live the special day in the emperor’s land
Walk back into the past holding someone’s hand

Experience another adventure that life has in store for you
With strokes of colour and a folklore Or two

Am packing my bags , as the countdown begins
Am heading to the lands of kings and djinns

Here’s Turning 30 @ Orchcha and mumbai!
5 days to go :-)

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I Carry Your Heart …

Another gem .. that i rediscovered in the movie “In Her Shoes” , that i wrote about in my Post “The art of losing”

Maggy (Cameron Diaz ) gifts this to Rose (Toni – her elder sister) on her wedding day. As she reads it out to her , everything that binds the two sisters together , through a troubled childhood and fighting the people that they were and taking pride in what they ‘ ve become – starts to make so much sense.

They stay together . Two people . Very different. Very complete in their own worlds. Together . As one heart.

Would this be the elusive perfection in a relationship?

When two people seem so complete on their own.

But without each other they have no meaning.

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I Carry your heart with me…

I carry your heart with me(I carry it in my heart)

I am never without it

(anywhere I go you go ,my dear ;and whatever is doneby only me is your doing ,my darling)

I fear no fate(for you are my fate ,my sweet)

I want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and

whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

- E. E. Cummings

The Art Of Losing

One of my all time fav movies is In Her Shoes.
A story that starts off as a very very ordinary chick flick and somewhere eventually becomes a very emotional movie . About two sisters – who are absolutely different , yet there s this bond that ties them of loss & hurt . This poem comes about at almost as the defining point of the movie.
Both sisters end up finding their true calling , fight their fears , discover their true selves and despite a misunderstanding that takes them apart they eventually come closer and help each other become what they truly want to be.

I love this poem .. and the way Cameron Diaz recites it. And then goes about explaining her interpretation of it. Right now .. as am losing a friend that i was quite happy to discover , and i am trying to be umm okay about it .. this is what i feel .

One Art

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

– Elizabeth Bishop

Its heart wrenching to see the way the poet seems so detached and cold about the whole ‘losing’ deal. but then that’s just the surface.( or what i call the self preservation thing!) deep deep down , there s an ache and unbeatable sense of loss that’s already setting in .
and she’s being evasive about it by saying she’s gotten used to it.

But you might lose keys , or books or names or houses you’ve stayed in …
but when you lose a friend…you lose a part of you.

Its an art that isnt hard to master.