Saturday, 27 January 2018

Randomthoughts 28122018

#Randomthoughts This morning , as I was brushing my teeth , I couldn't help but notice the two day old stubble on my face staring at me from  the washbasin mirror . Well , apart from a nasty feeling of looking like a derelict , it triggered a very much unconnected thought process in me . My problem is that I can't help such unusual, irrelevant, unnecessary lapses of thinking. And they always spring up at the oddest situations and points of time . Probably my lazy and idle mind is responsible for all this nonsense that I litter my timeline with.

OK , let me come to the point . Looking at the fungus like growth on my face , I wondered why Ram and Lakshman of Ramayana are always shown as clean shaven in the various Ram Leela shows, Theatre shows, TV serials and films . Particularly , when they were roaming in the forests for fourteen years , on their Vanavas. I mean, how did they manage to keep themselves clean shaven ? I realised that all through my life , I have never seen a portrayal of Ram wIth beards , in sundry paintings or idols. Even Shyam Benegal had episodes of Ramayana in Discovery of India but Ram remained clean shaven there too.

Now , I know that this will seem  silly to many and if reaching up to this point of the narrative , some may also have doubts about my mental state. I also know , some others may be full of derision about how I waste my time in thinking, writing and then posting such stuff . But I doubt if anybody can give me a clear answer. Because nobody knows.

That brings us to another point. The images of Ram that the devout have in their mind is largely guided by what some actor looks like or what a painter decided to be . The same thing applies to many other characters that we pray to.  If today I decide to make a film on Ramayana , then at least for the period of exile , I will show Ram with long hairs and beard . Now will that offend people and their sensibilities ?  I don't know. It shouldn't , logically saying but one can't be sure. Probably all this wouldn't have mattered much earlier , but now it could trigger a wave of violence and arson , if some vested interest group takes offence.

Realism doesn't matter much to minds that glorify make believe even when the gaping incongruities are pointed out . People never like to face inconvenient truths. Say for example me ; why don't I face the truth that I need not think or write about all these things . They serve no purpose.

Monday, 22 January 2018

Some secrets remain

Some secrets remain
even in totally transparent relations
they keep themselves incognito
without bothering anybody.
With time, their irrelevance
makes them innocuous
to the point of mundane inevitability.
No one cares to unravel them
or reconstruct the situation
because it matters no more.
This way stories of love , revenge,
failures and success, wither away
in the absence of an audience.
Leaving the poor storyteller
burdened with the load
of unrevealed expressions
that once marked the existence
with all the weight of conscience
hanging heavy on the soul.

Wednesday, 10 January 2018


As the evening changes into night , 
a very lonesome night,
fireflies hover in the dark .
I always wonder what is it
that makes them  so happy
with this darkness all around.
In this silence
of a very lonesome night ,
perhaps I wait
for something to happen ,
something strange or inexplicable.
May be some miracle.

Monday, 1 January 2018

Tacit understanding

I don’t know really why or
what made me give you a call.
And then,
in the absence of anything else to say,
we ended up discussing
how we were living and how much difficult
life has become for us to live.
These and many such other inanities
that we usually do to while away time,
more like beating around the bush.
Then suddenly both of us realise
these random dialogue was not at all necessary.
What follows is a silence, on both ends
where we both can clearly hear the sound
of our breathing across the waves
connecting our cell-phones.
Some incoherent words tend to rise,
from a deep slumber
and try to stretch themselves
after a long hibernation; but again,
they fall flat and flop
against the comfort of tacit understanding.

Friday, 29 December 2017


This reckless infatuation
that brings me
to your door everytime
even after your refusals.
This nameless relation
between you and me
which will never be
owned up by you.
Those sleep less nights
spent in thinking
about you and praying for
the morning to never come.
These senseless thoughts
I write with the hope
that you will read them
and understand.
That mindless expression
of my desire in fervent prayers
to unknown powers
will remain unanswered .

Tuesday, 19 December 2017

Fifth Dimension

I slip into the fifth dimension
with the fragrance that emanates
with you in my heart.
I have left them all
and stand in your presence now,
unburdened of all that I carried,
all that I have accumulated.
I feel no sense of guilt,
I have erased the past,
I stand without a worry
in the light that you shine on me.
I now understand you better,
relate more with you ,
all that has happened to me
and everything that will now ensue
are just a journey to reach you ,
to search for you
through my maze of dreams .
I am at peace with myself now,
with you, in your precinct.
Hope swells within me
because I have now crossed
the boundaries of the make believe
and stepped into the reality of nothingness.
This exciting feeling that I savour,
this electric that passes through me
are all just manifestations
of what lies in store for me
in the sanctuary of your arms.

Monday, 18 December 2017

Nameless crossroads

At nameless crossroads ,
life throws up surprises ,
yes, it does that on and off. 
Asking tough questions
that have probably no answers
it then moves away ,
keeping me stranded
in search of my way .
I keep on the chase
in the midst of change ,
though I know this very well - 
I can't keep anything that I take,
I can't hold onto anything
for long enough.
At some nameless crossroad again,
I will be waylaid by life .
The benign smile that I trusted
to bask in the sun that smiled on me
will change into a frown
swiftly to darken my sky.
For life will catch up with me
and leave me gasping for breath
at some nameless crossroad ,
it will surely do.