Ever so often there comes a person in your life that inspires you to talk, write, speak, communicate in a very special way. You may call that person a muse or an inspiration or just someone supernormally close to your heart. They trigger of a string of words and emotions like no other...
Now the person in concern is a very dear friend (no cliches here nor the mush story) and as a prelude to what follows...
Well, for starters it has been a very long time since I wrote Haiku. So one fine day I decided I should! That's the basic idea of it all... what follows are very disjointed and completely isolated, mutually exclusive expressions. Read on!
Held it with snug ease
Cold ceramic with warm tea.
That is my best friend.
*Inspiration - Tea, friend, warmth.
*Was listening to - Juno OST - "Anyone else but you"
Her hair turns grayer,
As I do too, yet for me,
Ne'er forgets prayer.
*Inspiration - Mother
*Was listening to - Grandma's wheezing
Metallic Swishes
Slits, hacks, sheds all in it's way.
Motherly Wishes
*Inspiration - Durga Puja, Kill Bill
*Was listening to - Kill Bill OST - "Flower of carnage"
A Dream Full of Nymphs
Always Just Pleasure, Never
The same as Just Love
*Inspiration - Greek Mythology (Iliad), Love and Lust
The night feels cold, As the wind blows through. A friend walks on, As he misses you. The echoes of laughter Ring in his ear, All he wants to say is WISH YOU WERE HERE!
Scorching sun and hot tarmac, A crazy lady and a mad fellow, On the run, under the blaze Passing by field of grass turned yellow. He misses you in the run to shade And the warm hand of someone dear All that spills out is WISH YOU WERE HERE!
He also misses a lot Those days of rain; He’d run along all drenched to you, And all his sorrows would drain. Dark clouds gather once more, Raining memories and a lot of cheer. All that slips past him is - WISH YOU WERE HERE!
And now its time For new leaves to open. Springing with freshness, And feeling love stricken. Amidst the mild chill and poetry, Your absence brings an unknown fear. And in fear he stutters WISH YOU WERE HERE!
Seasons passed up, Days went by, I let myself loose, And flew sky high. In every emotion, I kept saying all long year, As I say it once more, WISH YOU WERE HERE!
I've always been told to write something simpler on my blog, because not everything I write is clear. Something more trivial was asked for. Now that's something I never paid attention to.
What ensues further is a brief conversation, over chat with a very dear friend and its all about the simplest and most often the first thing we ask "What's up?".
It is a post that goes out to everyone who reads it but most importantly to Smruthy Nair, a dear friend, a song writer, poet, and also the co-writer of this post! Cheers to her!
Here goes a post that does more justice to my Blog Title - "Frivolous Babble"
What’s up?
Anything new?
No Nothing
No scandals?
No new sandals?
No new hair tangles?
Not new love handles?
E'er wonder newness could be the way you blink...
Or even as mere as a new found drink...
Sometimes the newest is a jokey wink...
And to me news could also be a new pen’s ink...
No, I'm stuck to all that is old...
Everything new is off the sale or already sold
Now everything old is not second rate...
And new could also be something old sold of late...
It could be a great feeling with a rising sun...
Or bumping of head and a concussion
That’s as much I want to know...
A new verb, noun, adjective now in your tow
Off late everything has been just same,
Like they've been before...nothing has changed...
No bump on the head or concussion so to say.
Everyday nowadays just feels the same...
But oh! There is this little thing I forgot...
It is something that has made a little excited to start...
A spark in the dark seems always fresh
And now you might have a story to mesh...
So speak if the spark is worth talking about...
Or wait until the whole story is worth your shout!
Oh! It’s nothing to get so overexcited about...
Anyway the story goes this way...
I've a performance, a dance show so to say...
I'm happy that I'll be dancing once again...
For it always brings to my face a big grin
Now there's something more au courant...
Better than talking about a new 36" waist pant...
And surely much better than you usual boo hoo hoo and rant!
Now this is something I cannot stand...
I don’t crib always, You better understand
Anyway forget that tell me something about you...
What has been happening in your world, I want to know too...
With your previous statement, I don’t agree; let’s put it to vote...
And it took you, to tell news so fine,
25 lines of poetry - a point worthy of note...
As goes for me... I take every day as it comes...
And keeping chatting with You amongst other random bums...
For me that’s ample news to spread about...
And I'd rather keep my stories for times we meet...
Lest, there creeps in a hint of doubt...
Doubts arising from incomplete saying...
And news arising from my random straying...
It’s not like I don’t know of your thousand affairs…
The sadness of it is something I seldom bare…
For you are true to your vagabond way…
And my displease is not going to keep your flings at bay.
Aaah! That complaint...
A triviality on which
You practice restraint...
I say my roving eye is worthy of more elaborate anecdote...
And you complaint a proof of the way you dote...
Let’s put this up on blogs quote unquote...
‘Cause it also to me is news... news we wrote!
PS - When i asked her, if i may put this up on my blog, she said -
"Go ahead if it worthy to be placed amongst your work of art...
...And then the lights went dim, And the Silhouette grew faint, I scampered just to touch it, I couldn't lose something so daint!
That silhouette of someone dear Was what kept me on toe, Never to give up In every high and low...
That silhouette of someone dear I lost in no time, And now I sit and ponder, Neither reason nor rhyme...
That silhouette of someone dear Was what made me strong And it's absence now tells me, It was always I who was wrong...
That silhouette of someone dear Kept me warm in cold, Now I see the days When the silhouette itself seems cold...
That silhouette of someone dear Has moved Farther every instant, And pinching my soul every moment, Is how i let it get so distant...
That lost silhouette was dear, It had made me relent... That lost silhouette was dear, And now i do repent... That lost silhouette was dear, Is now also a dear cost... That lost silhouette was dear, And i have finally realised - I LOST!
Silhouette of someone dear, Always walking by, Unmoved, strong and warm, Always been closeby...
Silhouette of someone dear, Egging me on and on, Cheerful, selfless, proud, Standing from dusk to dawn...
Silhouette of someone dear, Shares many a moments, Happy, memorable, worthy Straight and simply unbent...
Silhouette of someone dear, Always at hands reach, Uncreditedly supportive, Many a lessons to teach...
Silhouette of someone dear, Changed the way i saw, It seems more beautiful - Life And the silhouette of which i am in awe...
Silhouette of someone dear, Hidden in blinding light, Lively as I am today, All thanks to it might...
Silhouette of someone dear, Could make such a big change, This really is someone known, A feeling weird and strange...
Silhouette of someone dear, Can make me feel like this, Wonder, question, ask, Who this really is...
Silhouette of someone dear, Very nearly unveiled... Silhouette of someone dear, Friendly but unhailed... Silhouette of someone dear, Lovable as it were... Silhouette of someone dear, The person to be still dearer...
The tunnel was dark and long, As it turned and twined and coiled. The walls were spiked And the floor all sticky. The stench of dampness Made me frail and dizzy.
In spells, strong gusts of wind Billowed from the inside, As if a Beast is snoring At the tunnels far-side. The climb was treacherous And all the slime Made it even more perilous.
At long last we conquered it, It's peak, the ultimate goal; Came through the tunnel The tunnel that humans call - The Nostrils!
