Myriad Musings

Overrated

Amongst the many lies we have grown up believing, a sunny day being desirable has stuck with us till date. Its probably a cause for celebration in the West. But, in the context of India’s hotter states, the concept of inviting the sunny weather is so ridiculous it’s laughable.

 

 

Sunlight means one thing here. Hiding. Where are my shades ? Quick, find me an umbrella in case it becomes too much to take. Sunscreen lotions are scrambled for hurriedly and they form a forcefield to shield our gentle skin from the conspiring sun. We squint our eyes at anything in between the innocent sunrise and sunset and hunt desperately for the nearest shades for shelter from the rays. Even humid heat is unwelcome as it can only mean sticky sweat and huge electricity bills due to the AC running round-the-clock.

 

 

As for me, I’d never pretend to be a fan of the summer whose weather can only differ among the hot, hotter and hottest. I wait for the wind that trumpets the arrival of rain, a murky climate symbolic of our longings, the secrets we hold dear and a picture that paints the uncertainty of what’s to come. Nothing beats the weather that’s somewhere in between ‘rainy’ and ‘sunny’, a weather that’s just like you and me.

 

WordPress daily prompt : Sunny

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So I hear ..

You yell at me in fury. You make a big fuss, throw tantrums and hurl accusations. I hear the silent pleas to notice that you’re hurt : pleas muffled under your siren-like screams. It doesn’t escape my ear. I pacify.

You whisper in the language of love to me as we reminisce over sweet nothings. Amidst those hushed, soft sing-song notes, I hear your longing for more, loud and clear. I yield.

There are times when your tone is high and squeaky. In the fluctuating fervour of your frenzy, I hear non-negotiable orders for things to be done just right. I consent.

When sentences fall out of you in measured monotones, I feel the facade of strength you erect to appear matter-of-fact and unfazed. Yet, I can’t help but hear the shrieks of agony calling out for help. I comply.

You’re gone, only for the fortnight, and there is a spooky stillness enslaving the air. The roads we take and the home we made are resonant reminders that recite scintillating stories of you. Memories abound, I’m surrounded by your sound. Isn’t it funny that your volume becomes too vociferous for me, only in the silence you set free ?

WordPress Daily prompt : Volume

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Into an amnesiac’s memory

I live, as though, in another’s stead,

Images Crisp, flash in my head.

Dancing around the shrubs, one summer break,

Served sweet potato fries and delicious steak.

A spring evening, walking down the aisle,

After years of courting, married off in style.

As autumn hit, I hugged my willow tree,

Worried it would shed : My last memory.

Now winter is here, I’m only a recluse,

All it brought me was apathy and abuse.

I’m told my remembrances are false,

By aliens who define me by my flaws.

Apparently, there was no beckoning food,

No diamond rings or the willow wood.

Yet, these pictures light up a present bleak,

Give me strength, when I feel weak.

So I let my desperation and hope speak

And hold on tight with all my might

To these vivid images that just feel right.

Wipe away these memories, my past is dead,

Believe you me, with no question of ‘instead’.

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Myriad Musings, Poetry

Svelte

You forget your manners at tea,

Gulp an extra sip, laugh loudly;

Too simple a soul to be called elite,

Yet they call you sophisticated and sweet.

You laugh from your gut, joke around a lot,

In place of a subtle smile that appears taught.

You’re utterly free with your mind and body

Yet they call you pure, they call you refined.

Day after day, I watched you hawk-eyed,

To decipher why the world took your side.

Barriers ? They don’t mar you,

Spite ? Insufficient to scar you;

Sorrow you thaw,

Embrace humanity’s flaw.

It all fit, as the realisation hit :

Its my ideas, not your being

That need Polish  : a new way of seeing

Your wondrous life led by your own unique law

Leaving all whom you touch to gasp in awe !

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Too much to take

You craved for cake the other day. I proudly served you a piece with brownie, brioche and all that I bake.

Oh ! Remember the day you whispered about a dream ? A dream on the lake wrapped under a starry night. We set sail in seas with blessed breeze, safe under the cozy cover of the moonbeams.

You beseeched me to take a wary step into the dark corners of my being and tap a little secret for the night. It instead became a night of secrets as I let you wander all over, showing you my tunnels with the same welcome with which I display my bridges. Elated you were about the unforeseen fortune !

When you felt threatened in the least, I ran to be the army you needed. It was the engulfing embrace you noticed and cherished, but you missed the fierce spear I had sharpened to sear your ghosts.

I was the safety blanket which you wore like a cloak of invincibility, until you wanted a new colour. You see, I was neon orange and you couldn’t handle the force of me. You wanted sober. Faded. So you could feel like the saviour.

By then, you’d explored my islands, plateaus and valleys and you wanted to go to a different country. Where there would be more slush and less sand, so you feel like the better man. Alas, I realised beauty can induce fear only when you were taken aback by my equally agreeable hills and dales.

So, I got you tickets to a faraway dream and waved farewell when your flight soared high. I found it strange that the reason you flew without me was I “gave you too much”. Little did you realise that it wasn’t the strokes of the painting that were too loud but the interpreter’s eyes that were sore.

Soon, you may tire of the treasures the other nations bear and all you would want will be to come back home. You’d point out your wounds the size of my mole and I’d be reminded of the monsters under your bed. So you’ll ask for a bandaid and I’ll throw in a brownie, a blanket and a blissful lullaby. As I sing you to sleep, make your choice.

For I’m in or out, you’ll never find me lingering by the door. I don’t dole out my affections in portions and titbits. If you’re asking from me, you’re always asking for more.

WordPress Daily prompt : Portion

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Imprint

Thrill of the chase ?

This ain’t no race !

Irrespective of time and space,

My presence, you can never erase.

Find me flowering,

In the lush gardens of my praise,

the freshness of the evening breeze

and the sweet scent of the petals

I leave in my wake.

Find me jubilant,

In the hugs that reach the heart,

the courage you’ve to restart

and the triumphant punches

you throw in the buoyant air.

Find me dancing

Across the moles on your countenance,

In smiles left on crooked teeth

of strangers you please.

Find me wanting

When you settle for less,

Then crumble in distress,

As my voice in the backdrop reproaches

that you indeed deserve the best.

WordPress Daily prompt : Trace

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Spotlight

Catapulted into frenzy !

Life snatched out of helpless hands,

Time ephemeral as shifting sands.

Flash lights and fickle fame,

I miss when I was a nobody

And life wasn’t as gaudy.

When I had four four AM friends

Instead of fevered, frantic fandom.

Solitude stubbornly evades me

What’s the world but one giant CCTV ?

Every word and deed, weighed beyond rational need;

The critics’ gleeful feed, just to watch me bleed !

Waiting like hawks to dent my image

Clawing away until I’m bent out of shape;

To force me to drown,

So they can usurp my crown !

Shielded and sure, that was the promise :

Flawed ramifications of a fallacious premise.

WordPress Daily Prompt : Catapult

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