Lalbagh Flowershow 2009

The little Apostle

Oh my li'll apostle. whats in your mind?

Meditating by holding deodar seed in your hand?

Curious at me?
I am a more animal more complex, less human trailing you territories.

Give me a moment of your life my dear. Let me sit like you.

Contemplate like you. Let me be as innocent as you.

Though a pissimistic wish

May you wont have to grow.

May you wont have to study more.

May you wont have come into the concrete jungles of life.

Love you child.

Let me go into never crossing roads of our lives.

touch me at imaginay intersection

as two parallel lines far apart
glimpsing at each other we travel.
we desire but we cannot touch.
I flounder on some hazy.
You zoom with the zeitgeist towards eldorado.
soon I will loose your sight.
Still a desirous hope reminds me of euclid saying

"parallels meet at infinity"

A sudden Glimpse

On the way to my place of work
I glimpsed at a poor girl sitting on the footpath.
With untidy dress and unconditoned hair,
with a stray pup in her lap.
Girl is cuddling the pup.
Pup is wagging its tails
and licking the girls face.
Both are sharing the lighter moments
and soothing each other
out of their hardened lives.
Both are rejected to road.
Both are unaware where each other came from.
Both are unaware of their destinies.
The sudden glimpse devoured all the day
and all the times I pass by the same way.

So we live...

You went into the woods to live there.

I came from the woods to die here.

You made a living for living.

I am killing myself slowly in making my living.

You wished to face the essential facts of life.

I am struggling to solve the purposeless complexities of life.

When you come to die you never want to discover that you had not lived.

When I come to die I am sure to feel the pleasure of living afterwards.

(To henry David Thoreau on his exile to "Walden Pond" to live deliberately and discover himself)

Haunted..

with hues and brush strokes I tried to unveil myself.
In the density of a painful song I tried to pacify the sick soul.
I tried to talk to Every new born flower bud and new leaf in the garden.

Every Attempt turned a cold shoulder towards me.
I lost my acquaintance with the nature, art and all I love.

I'm more or less a walking dead these days.
Everything I queer around is in a slow motion and blurred image.
I trudge aimlessly towards life.
I suspect myself as incongruous.
Dreams are drifting away.


I repeatedly ask myself

"Am I a miserable failure?"