a little romance with life

a tribute to ordinary there is nothing about the circles of a fan, the flight of leaves, or in a bird's wings nothing in hairy thighs, a sweaty spine, thirsty lips, and underarms in the bumps of a road, in roti or ghee, or me that screams of extraordinary the only thing that screams are my insides, trying to deal with the sheer simplicity of who i am funny, but not too little not too much occasionally melancholic occasionally kind occasionally nothing ambitious and lazy, lazy and driven where do we drive to? look at my face, i say to the mirror so ordinary, i sigh worried about such surface things, this ordinary mind occasionally a flicker of fire occasionally a snowflake occasionally a dew but more often than not, just an ordinary you as ordinary as toothpaste on a toothbrush in my mouth once in the morning once at night on Monday, another face in the crowd it could melt me away another one at work, am i a cog in the wheel? am i enough? my silly typing speed...

An Ode to Sadness Where does all this sadness go? First I thought it passes on to someone who needs it more; Then I tried forwarding it, like a Diwali gift - unopened and unneeded But true to the nature of an unwanted gift, it found home in me again; For a while, I wondered if it can be converted to laughter By some scientific formula that was yet to be discovered; Is there a recipe to turn it to minimum biodegradable waste The kind I can use to make better things? Or will it run and and break dance inside my veins Till I turn to stone and crumble to the ground? Ya phir shareer ki tarah ye dukh bhi bhasm ho jaega Poof, and it vanishes to nothingness? Where, dear sadness, do you go? Tell me, for this fool does not know. You came to me after so long, like a romance At first I thought we shall ball dance So I entwined my fingers in yours, and smelt the musk of your chest Let you grab me by the waist and put on a slow song We moved slowly all nig...