'Locution'

"the most wonderful thing about 'fantasy' is that it leaves everything to the writers imagination"

Wednesday 18 January 2012

Hollow

The triumph of emptiness is rude.
It only slaps you more and celebrates .
It never lets the hollow be filled ,
for it knows, that's its fall back.
It churns your pain and laughs aloud.
Makes it more hollow and plays aloof.
It knows his stay is prolonged,
bringing darkness and sorrow along.
It never lets you smile ,
for that will burn itself to ashes.
It never lets you grow,
for that's a felo-de-se.
It stalks around you,
and never lets you free.
Arrested till its stay.
Even tears fears it's play.
In vain you search for some impotent succor,
and in vain you confront only hollowness.







Monday 16 January 2012

Musical isolation!

Spending a delightful weekend is indeed a surprise. Its been quite long that i had experienced it. Busy life has taken its toll. And i must mention that i do sincerely make an effort to make the weekend look beautiful. Its not like i have a magic wand and i just need to twirl it to make things happen. But i wish. Anyways, so it was delightful because my life was happy and enjoying her existence.Oh ,by the way, my life here refers to my daughter Esha..... Staying in an isolated surrounding, where thoughts do not match with ours , comes the need of survival i.e. to make the extra zillion effort to hold on to your sanity, which otherwise is a daily occupation and does not require much effort. So a weekend stay from this isolation @ savitha chechi's(sister) place was like a therapy and in addition to it ,some old melodies sung live by Mr Bhanu  @ their beautiful club house was just divine. A vocalist and a pianist by profession, his vocal is his greatest gift and believe me when i say ,it was pleasure to have a musical weekend. His effortless way of singing did make me jealous, not because i cant sing, but his ability to indulge in those keys and to be able to vanish in his own melodious world without getting distracted by the surroundings. Aaaaah, what more could one ask for. Nothings could distract him and nothing could stop him. He was all alone ,but  his supreme gift. Oh ,he too was isolated, but his was by choice and am sure unlike me he ain't regretting it. His being a musical isolation.

Tuesday 10 January 2012