Works of RK

It feels like yesterday when you were with me. The clear skin glowing through your sleeveless green churidar was a sight for sore eyes. The silken spread of your hair would let through glitters of sunshine from the window sills, you smelled of fresh jasmines on a warm winter night. It was only yesterday that I breathed you in, only yesterday, it seems, that I could bathe in your nearness, your presence. I wish I had told you, when there was still time, how much you brightened up my dreary life, how you used to slow down time for me, how you used to fill more of life, in every second you were with me. Its has been a long time since I went out on a walk, long time since I have looked out of window sills and longer still since I have seen a sunrise. Everything, reminds me of you.

Someday from these ashes I shall rise again, Fight these self-doubts And be able to love again. Until such time O lord I pray, Let these embers not lose their fire, For one more lifetime with her, May my heart always aspire. April-25  From Life in a Multiverse

Each day I sweep the streets of Autumn Seeking new blooms of Spring. The blossoms these days Are all but gone, I see no flowers no more. These are my last few lines for you, It is done. I can rain no lines no more. Apr-6-2010 From Life in a Multiverse

Sometimes you ask me Why I fall so silent on your calls, And I tell you, I am such a lousy speak and you; You such a wonderful hear. Butterfly landing Dare I squeak? June 2009 From Life in a Multiverse

What storm is it that you brew In your tea cups this time? Which is this war Ravaging your hinterlands? I stand outside your minds corridor Waiting For a soft whisper to blow apart The silences that fast gather Into clouds thundering And promising Another downpour I stand quite Wondering Which will be the killer this time. The storm that rages in you Or the one that I fight within? April-8 From Life in a Multiverse

What magnificent distraction this! Ebbs and flows and throbs and throes Disconcerting to degree Away and beyond! The Kite flies away The thread tags along All the way all along Up and up and beyond To the yonder till it falls Catches a tree a shrub a hedge a storm. What magnificent distraction this! Ebbs and flows and throbs and throes. April-5'09 From Life in a Multiverse

A scoop of Silence splattered with sounds Hot chocolate fudge on frozen vanilla The taste of nuts rolling and melting With the corn and the crowd. Stay back for a second will you, I have a moment to live One single melting moment in life Let me live through these seconds These frozen freeze frame seconds. Later, you will melt away Go on to become a face That catches my attention In a crowd That I avidly avoid. A friend now A Stranger an ice-cream moment away! March 27, 2009   From Life in a Multiverse

Some days the day just don't end. The post noon drags on as if the entire universe plots and stretches each second into a mile. The day long yawns into a short little night. Before I can could catch a breath, slow a while,  and spend some time thinking about you, It is day again, and I am working again. I have remembered you in my yesterdays, you are in my thoughts today and I know that I will miss you in my tomorrows. Amidst the sorrows of yesterdays and the solace of my tomorrows is one meandering life.  

There is a picture of yours in a silk saree. Hairs straightened; face partly covered with your hands, hiding a laugh.  Whenever I feel that my life is fast turning rudderless, whenever I start losing my connect with what is beautiful about life, I see that smile on your face, I do a zoom and look into your twinkling eyes, I catch the glean of flash bulbs on your silken hair, and I am back to loving life again. Frozen in time is your smile, you are the reason I tread another mile. Rajesh

There are times in our lives, mostly desolate, when we exercise our right to say goodbye. Goodbye is such a wishful word! We use it to induce guilt, sustain longing, flame desires. We also use it to sever ties. When we use it we believe that there will be a probable change in the status quo. We believe that at that moment in time, our lives take different paths. Goodbyes are Frost like, goodbyes are where the two roads diverge. Goodbyes are the points of divergence in our lives. I have had my share of goodbyes too. Some have been pleasant and our paths still cross. These are the manageable goodbyes, these are like second life, one of us has decided to change our avatar or teleport ourselves to a different world, the other adjusts. There is another kind of goodbye. The titanic goodbyes. They were here until yesterday. There were with me when the sun went down, they never came back with the morning sun. Two roads diverged in the woods... forever and there was no time for just onelast goo...

I have been increasingly thinking wishfully about this remote control. A remote control that would allow me to fast forward my life to two or maybe three months ahead of today. I am still in love with my life, I want to live it until the last day, however, there is something about this season in my life which wants me to earnestly “not live in these times.” Thinking aloud about this, I asked my cubicle colleague, Sharon, what option she would choose if I were to give her one such remote; a remote that had stop, pause, forward and play on options. Surprisingly, she opted for the fast forward option too. I wish this could happen. But then something happened today that made me feel very good about living this day. Today was Priyanka’s birthday. Priyanka works with me and I consider her as a friend, not sure whether it is the same the other way round   : ) So we had two sessions of cake cuttings, lunch at the pizza hut and the complimentary song from those lovely folks who make the Piz...

I put the first step forward to make amends today. I had muddled up my relationship with a very precious friend of mine. Silences followed silences and they stretched many a miles into my life. It started filling my idle thoughts; it started popping up when my mind was otherwise filled with noises. I knew I had to make amends where there was still time. I did just that. I am not very sure if all is well now, some stitches, hurriedly sown together, stands out longer than others. I cannot vouch her forgiveness, all I can say is I did what I thought I must do. Looking back at the reasons why I took the initiative, I realized the following: 1.      I started it. I had to end it. 2.      I am leaving for another town for a long period. I wanted the last thoughts I leave behind to bring a smile, not a frown. 3.      She is very important. I would not like it to end this way. 4.      Two months is a long time, lots...

Imagine a world in which nothing grows, nothing changes, nothing goes. Such a continuum is impossible to imagine. What comes…goes, what IS will one day become what WAS. Nature has its own way of making space. The leaves grow old, fall off, clear way from young branches and new shoots to grow. Some grow on to mature; some fall of way too early. The cycle of death and rebirth continues endlessly. Autumn is the season of longings. When what was is no more with us and what will be is unknown, it is the autumn in our lives. It sets the tone for hope, it makes us believe that tomorrow will be better than our yesterdays; it makes us dream of springtime again. Autumn is the lottery ticket, spring time its prize. I cannot wish you eternal spring, but I can wish for your wishes from autumn to come true. God Bless.