Finale of a long hide and seek!

Sat away from you
Because I wanted to touch you,
Avoided eye contact
Because your eyes ignited mine,
Walked opposite to you
Because I felt vulnerable,
Wrote verses about you
Because I never had the courage to tell you straight,
Kept quite about the sleepless nights
Because I wanted you to sleep peacefully,
Now that I have come a long way on my own,
I understand that the walk was beautiful
Because I thought you would follow me,
But when I look back at the crossroads now,
I see just me and the signboards
Which tell me that I have come the wrong way,
I should have chosen to follow you instead,
Now that I have chosen my own way,
I prefer walking till I reach the dead end.

Blue Venom

Ink,
Your are my poision,
My pen sucks your blue out from my veins
Through its nibs you bleed onto my canvas,
Giving me a haemorrhage of thoughts,
Sometimes you blot,
Sometimes you smudge,
Sometimes you make an abrupt halt,
You are all over the torn off pages in my dustbin,
You are all over the surface of my diary,
You drip onto my white night dress,
You make my neat nails blue,
You flow away from me at times
But return to philander on my page,
Like the blue sea on the reef,
Drown me in your blue,
Bleed on me,
Drug me,
My nocturnal counterpart!

Pilgrimage of love

Take me to a pilgrimage of love,
Let me place myself at your feet,
Let me dip my soul in you serene waters,
Shower on me the smel of burning insence sticks,
Wrap me in holy saffron,
Make me walk around your sacred fire,
Behead me at the golden dawn and
Accept my bleeding love as my holy sacrifice,
Burn my body in your sandalwood pyre,
Press my ahses onto your forehead,
Inhale my smoke into your solemn self,
For I am entangled in your thread of divinity,
My diety,
My sigh of relief,
Grant me this one last wish,
Bless me with eternal bliss,
Take me to a pilgrimage of love!

Familiarity

The secret meetings,
The hurried kisses,
The intense looks,
The long hugs,
Those increased heartbeats,
The beach evenings,
The restlesness within
That fueld my soul,
Everything is gone now that we are togather,
The love is gone,
The spark has died,
Blame it on whatever but now its too late,
Because as they say familiarity sure breeds contempt!

Red

The red of the gulmohar is the red within u and me
While u are away to bring red i stand here,
Not knowing the changing seasons,
Ignorant of the moving time,
Passers by come and go,
They try to make my gulmohar bloom
But mine will blossom only in the warmth of ur red...
And here i wait... not knowing the change in seasons...
Bring me my red
Because the red around me is no longer red...

City Lights

The city lights have gone off,
Roads are deserted,
Stars have slept under the black silence,
I stand here, looking through my half open window,
Sleepless, restless.
My long loose white robe flies in the breeze,
It uncovers my hidden fear of solitude,
The hustle of the city has died down,
People are sleeping behind the comfort of their closed doors,
But I am here, staring at the nothingness,
Trying not to feel miserable without you,
Wondering where you might be now,
Are you even thinking of me?
I don’t know, but you are missed!

Shabby You

The morning rays wriggle through our white curtains,
I open my eyes to a sleeping you next to me,
And I stare at your serene face,
Its sharp nose,
The closed eyelids,
The pricky moustache,
The dimple cheeks,
The shabby hair in a mess over your forehead,
The neat border of your beautiful lips,
I see a sleeping child,
A mind at peace,
And I get up cautiously trying not to wake u up,
You open your eyes then and clasp my hands,
And I hide the love bubbling within me and say
'look at you,shabby creature!"
Ill never show,
But you are the best I can have!

Urumi

The much awaited Santosh Sivan movie sadly fails to graduate into a classic from a mediocre take off. The film surely has some excellent shots and frames but most of the time it looks like an overdo.The actors seem to pose for a photograph in most of the scenes.The major flaw is that there is too much of edit and graphics used in the scenes.The artificial lights and sets seem too made up in most places.The most depressing thing is that the movie fails to transmit the agonies of Kelu Nair because the over beautified frames present a rosy picture of war.It looks like as though fighting a war is an easy task.Blame it on the art direction for having produced a plastic set instead of a raw, realistic terrain.
Besides all of this,what is positive is that the film makes a clear political statement.The major issue that emerges in the case of new generation books and movies is that they are apolitical. An apolitical society is inimical to the progress of civilization.This movie surpisingly makes a political assertion which looks like a somewhat anti- West stand. It says that we should stop worshipping the westerners at least now. There is a need to understand that India is even today being exploited by the west and we shudnt fall for their baits. It is the responsibility of each member of the new generation to take forward the dream of our valourous freedom fighters who wished to make an independant, dignified India. This is a thing we all need to adress and this commercial entertainer does make the audians think of it.
Therefore besides being a visual gimmick,Urumi is definetly distinct.