Tuesday, July 28, 2009

HUGE FAMILY, HAPPY FAMILY

MA DUGGA ELO
GONESH KOLE GELO
SARASWATI LOKHKHI BON
KARTIK TO APONJON

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Bits And Pieces

Scraps of paper, pen and thoughts,
Half written poems, unyielding blots
Dements the pages and clots the brain
The fingers take on an illusory plane.

Blotches of colour, pink and blue
Stripes of green and mauve too
Mixes up in a bag of dreams
Trapping them forever,
Too tightly at the seams

Five sweet minutes of passionate love
An eternity of blessings sent from above,
Some joy, some mirth, some regret and pain,
Yet someone to lose, and forever to gain

Piscean

The day dawns bright
I see the heavens ring out in faith
Sing out in joy
A new day - and yet so old
So familiar - and yet so bold
The face I see yonder – those same eyes
The same brush of hair from the forehead...
All the same
But what then is new, behind this ochre facade?
I glimpse a tear
A “holding – dear”
An urge to be near,
A nagging fear
And yet I hear
The tinkle of fate
Telling me to wait
For sovereigns young and old
For hearts as pure as gold
For friends like they always do
Let my day remain this true.
I find happiness in you.

Trapped

Surrender to him.
Oh, are you blind or do you not see how this mesh of sin engulfs you in perpetual doom?
Abominable.
Not me, you!
Rather the way you deal with the maggots of fate
Don’t go chasing the shadows slinking behind the already damp walls.
Instead, run towards the door
The bulb... Check if the filament is read to last a lifetime
Only then will there be light.
Right
If not, well there’ll always be him,
The rest will be easy.
You won’t have to pay your bills to him next month.
The young pupa blossoming into a butterfly...
The hairy tarantula had its eyes on you from quite some time now
Whoa – the story of the butterfly and the spider.
At least that’s how the others will put it.
The woeful tale of him and you
So heil him
Marble is ravaged by the atrocities of time, and so shall you be,
But with a slight difference
Time is intangible, harmonious, and a healer.
Pain is not.
Suffer then, what can be said now?
It’s written all over your fate...i mean face.
Oh girl, why did you have to rant a room in this obnoxious hell in the first place?!!

Stripping!!!

If it is too hot, give it your best shot
To strip to your toes
Wonder where goes, the feeling of shame!
But it is such a pain to have your robe stuck to you
That you don’t know what to do
Yet wanting to be free, you shed all in glee!
Lying on the marble floor
With chips and comics galore
Do you dream of your girl in white?
What a sight!
And them what do you do?
Digitize maps in red and blue?
Suddenly the answer rings out loud
Bold blinking letters shine out proud
A distant kiss is felt on my ear
As the phone lights up and you say
“Hello my dear!”

Under Clouds, Amidst Clothes

This time I had a dream
And you bet that it was fun!
I had been on the terrace flitting about in the sun
Hung out there to dry were bedsheets, and clothes in blue
Trousers green and knickers red
A sight too good to be true
Amidst all this wetness with my hair let down to dry
I was soaking up the sun and the breeze which passed me by
Without warning suddenly, I was harshly turned around
Gleaming eyes with a hint of mischief, was exactly what I found
I rushed out of your grasp running amidst the linens white,
Giggling and laughing silently
I disappeared from your sight!
No cajoling could bring me back
I wanted to tease you so
I spied on you constantly and then I saw you go
Gone was the sun, the sky turned black
A million droplets fell
I hurried out from my hiding place
For I had something to tell
You seemed crosser than the thunder clouds
And not a smile could I even find
I ran up to you for a hug
“Oh darling, did you mind?
Don’t you know that I’d been teasing you?
Don’t you simply know?
How I long to be there in your arms,
Won’t you love me so?”...
The rain came down instantly
We were drenched to the bone
Silently ‘twas all forgotten
Only his ours eyes shone

Sudden Rain

Listen to the sounds on your window pane,
So full of life, are they in vain?
‘Tis a song to save your soul tonight
‘Tis a balm for your broken faith...
Glorious sparks peep out from behind an inky bench
Where sits a dark cloud
It roars as if it’s hungry
It howls out aloud!
The musky earth below me makes me want to dance,
Savouring the last few drops of them all
I drench as if in a trance
Rain o’rain, come home to me
It’s never too late, it’ll never be...

Proposal

What if the sky burst forth, in white, and blows a gloomy gale?
What amidst the stormy night we decide to set sail?
What if the rolling hills of Kent be green and orchards red?
What if I played a peek-a-boo among the pillows in your bed?
What if the daisies down my lane droop in a sultry line?
What if I go down on my knees and ask you to be mine?
What if you gather me in your arms and love me till I cry?
What if our love is a beautiful dream, would you love me till I die?
What if I love you more than words?
More than the lips could say?
More than time could give me a chance?
More than you could pray?
More than you could ever love me,
More than my breath each day?

Me Myself And I

The sun set across the sky,
The birds fly to their nests,
And I?
Flatly refuse to go home.
Home?
Home is where the heart is,
My heart has long forsaken me
Atleast for this season it has flown south
My heart warms itself by the golden sands of the Nile
This bitter cracked soil is not where it should lie
And I?
Drone on with selfish calculated precision
Each metabolic activity is making me pay
I try to grasp the slanted sunlight
But weakness gives me away
Home is where the heart is,
And I have no heart to say.

Winter Love

Winter love,
They call it winter love,
Houses in the frost,
Covered by snow,
Blue sky and white road
Running till they meet somewhere in the distance...
No rhythm, no music,
No balm for my broken heart,
Just a sober sun,
Just a ruthless cloud,
Just a biting wind,
Knocking at my heart,
Tearing me apart, from the very start
Reminding me of him.
For he is gone,
Gone far away
To blue sky, black road, white foam.
To happy faces, in humid places
The promises ring in the air,
To come back again to me,
With silver scissor, mirror and bells
And coloured shells
The promises ring out clear.
Within the heart dwells
A strange joy.
A warmth never known before, and
A yearning, an impatient desire to see him again once more.

Miracle

Look,
Feel the infinite inestimable distance between you and me
Can you see the life blood draining upon those bloodless oleanders in the drowsy gardens of tomorrow?
Precious waste of conservable energy
That floweth soundlessly into the blue macrocosm of dark dreamy stars stuck to the ceiling overhead.
It is a wonder that I am alive...
It is a wonder that you are too.

Self Consolation For A Self Scorned Girl

I shall ride into the day
With the perseverance to stay
And the ability to kill
With my pen, my rack and steel
Upon the chrome I choose to bloom
Till time runs out, till daffodils set
Be it my waterloo, my doom.
Though the battle may wage wild,
Armours spent, and sabres filed
Giving up – I donot know,
Come hail, rain, storm and snow.
God be with me, and so be you,
For a long way I have to go.

Soppy Love Lorn Lass

The dawn saddens me
for you are not near
The sunset depresses,

for you are not here.
Around me beside me,

you are not there.
Your absence denies

good spirit and cheer,
Soft mellow sweetness,

where are you my dear?
Twilight is ruthless,

moondust a pain.
To not have you by me,

I shall go insane.
Oh’ do you love me?

Then give me a sign...
Bleeding red roses,

oh, say you will be mine...
When you are there

sun shines so dazzling above
With you I find gladness,

and peace, o my love.

Lonliness

Oh for a painless sleep, from wistful dilemma
Surrounded by rosy dreams whose depth I donot seek...
Oh for a pint of peace, amidst craving and desire...
Oh, elusive sleep, haunt me not further,
I am, but a recluse at thy door
Pray, step aside for I can stand it no more.
The bitter cold pavement is not for me,
Soft murmurs and as steady hand is all I seek.
Will thou abandon me now?
I have nowhere to go.
I have nothing to give.
No beauty. In vain I live.
Shadowy gloom mocks me mercilessly
Willest thou abandon me now?
I shall forever serve thee in my stride
Willest not thou open thy arms for me?
Speak beloved,
Speak...

Soltitude

The rains drench the dark soils
Drowning my heart in its spontaneous soliloquy
‘Tis pouring forth in unrestrained bursts of passion...
‘Tis cleansing my mind,
My soul.
All around me I feel a blankness surrounding me.
I know not what to think,
I know not what to do.
Where this night will take me, I do not know
All I know is that I need you.
I donot know why,
I donot know how...
I just need you to be here with me,
Here by me, now.
Biddest me not adieu,
Stay beloved.
Stay.

Indefeasible

Strange the ways of the world may seem,
Strange your and my steps
Stranger the hail which knocks at the pane
Strangest the moon which turns me insane...
Strange the ways of the world they are,
Strange you and me now
Still strangers today
This time and this place...
Strange...
I just don’t know how.

Fool's Paradise

It was raging a storm where I had been
Drenched to the bone when I came in
Moisture clung to the mirror wall
Steam gushed out of the taps to wash over me
Numbing me subtly of all provocation and pain
I climbed out to the window again
The frost had begun to thaw
The hot bath left me cold and shivering
My heart was hurt,
Emotions raw
I cry myself to sleep
Dampness closing in on me,
Memories I intend to keep,
Turning over in my loneliness to see...
I wished a shelter from the storm
A cosy fire to keep me warm
But most of all, when snowflakes fall
I wished you had loved me with your all.

Getting David Thomson

The skies were gloomy and crowded,
But when I saw you,
Sunlight streaked across my face
You came,
Mellowing my heart with your warmth
You came,
With open arms and wild words
I lonely lass
Smitten by your charms
Set out like young Lochinvar
On quests untold
As your pages unfold...

Amazing

Every day is a maze
You don’t know where to go
Which road to take
What the end might show...
Might you be happy, might you die?
Might you leave all the pleasures behind?

Life’s a maze
Too many turns,
Too many provocations, too many heartburns,
It takes a toll on your peace den
You’d rather look away to begin again

You are the maze
You don’t go in a straight line
You twist and cross and preserve in brine
You stub a toe, yet on you go
You stop at the prize
And I say it’s mine!!!

Of Red And Gold

Don’t know why
Time doesn’t fly
Mothballs shrink
Making me think
Of goose and gander
And violet lavender
Don’t see why
Don’t you and I
Go walking down slow
Through burnt bricks long ago
Through forests of ash
And nights of black
And carpet mosses
Before we come back
Don’t find why
I need to cry
Without your hand to hold
Without every smooth fold
Of yours to kiss and so
Want more and more, you know...
Want your arms to keep me tight
Without a single fight, I will forever be good
Through untold hazards, you’ll see
Your love’s my strength, so maybe
That’s why I’ll actually be.

Flows

I stand there at the sea shore waiting for a wave to come to my feet
I stand there all alone
The sun in the distance casting its long rays to play peek-a-boo on the sands
And I stand there all alone.
My shadow long and dark behind me
I stand there waiting to hear the gulls screech their way back to their nests...
Hoping to get the last glimmer of colour in the water...
Memories come rushing in the breeze
Memories to feel and cherish forever
Vivid iridescent hues of my life
And you,
Forever a part

Demented

I can never be sad
Even if I try to douse myself in morbidity
I know I won’t succeed
There’s this giggle loop which whoops
From the very depth of my gut
Wrenching out a laugh, a cry, or even a sigh!
But even now, I’m tangled up. Disturbed.
Methinks my lines rhyme not.
I tend to lose a thought
I don’t know what it is that haunts me
What if I shut my eyes, stop all thought
Give in to the warm dark currents of seduction...
I’m sacred that I might meet Death,
Whose lecherous lips,
Sadly, aren’t meant for me.

All Said And Done

All in a day’s work and done
Do you ever miss the fun?
Of going to the fair
Visit bunnies’ and vixens’ lair?
Do you miss fishing too?
Sitting by the waters blue?
Frolicking through hill and glen?
Wishing you were a kid again?
At the end of the day
There is a lot to say
And work just being inches away
You still hunt out some time for me
Sacrificing what would have been
Some useful means of toil and task
It’s more than I could ever ask!
Wish I could help you with your load now,
Dearest buddy
I do wish somehow.

Footfalls And Fireflies

Amidst several thousand lies,
Amidst heartburns and goodbyes,
There rests a glutinous soul
Which hankers for love,
Which hankers for a role.
It sleeps throughout but when it wakes
A loud clanker it inevitably makes
Your serenity it breaks!
It glimmers as the last speck of hope,
Vanishing...
I grope about in the dark to search for your hand...
A misty vagueness reaches out
Engulfing me within
And I hear a footfall
Distant,
Far,
Leading me on to where you are.

Picking Brain

I had a dream last night
And a sweet one it was too...
Walking down the dull street
Among the din and throng,
Amidst the countless faces,
Where I didn’t belong
I simply stood at crossroads
To cross to the other side
When out of nowhere suddenly
A tram came rushing by
Another whizzed past by my back
Could have knocked me off my feet
When by luck, fate or god knows what
Hands hauled me into it.
Saddened yet relieved my saviours were,
Faces as white a snow,
Hair which had trapped the sun
A long long time ago
Swindled of money and of mirth
They had no story to tell
They had enough of the “city of joy”,
They were returning to their hotel
I rode in peace
I rode in quiet
Not knowing what to say
Not knowing that two lustrous eyes
Were gazing in my way
The Tram stopped
So did the sun
At an absurd angle I say –
“Alas my friends, I have to go
I have to go away...”
The coal lined eyes had a tongue too,
And a timbre quaint yet known
Of tulips and daffodils,
Of rills where wind had blown...
“Won’t you come with us, o kind sir?
Won’t you come with us to stay? ...”
Her beauty tore at my heart
She took my breath away...
I stood upon the pavement
Too numb to even try.
She stepped down slow but gallantly
She stepped down to my side
Enveloping me in her embrace
She kissed me soft and long
She reminded me of alpine hills
And of the nightingale’s song
I had an urge to pull her back
And to never let her go
To know her pain
To know her smile
This love of mine to show...
A farewell gift with me to stay,
Her name...
I donot know.

A Prayer In Darkness

The moon swept across the sky,
The night was clear and I tried to watch out for a shooting star.
They say your wishes come true
If you wished upon a falling star...my shooting star, it’s true.
They say on a night of crystal blue,
Only if you chanced upon a light pink star,
My shooting star, it’s true.
Far above would it shine
And with a smile on my face,
Would I look up to the heavens ablaze,
With a silent prayer for you,
My love, my dear – it’s true.
A wish that you might succeed
A wish that god may look after you,
And you be never in want or need,
You are the best of man and men
You are my love, my life,
May you stand up for truth and forever be free
With this peace of mind, I survive.
You are my star – the man of my dreams
My god – my hero divine,
In you I find solace, bliss and my worth
You are my champion of time.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Letters (The last)

There’s no ornamentation
In what I say.
Nothing to praise him.
I just feel this way.
He has no heart.
I am nothing to him.
And never will be.
He has written from his soul
To other women,
But he will never write to me.
All I had wished for,
Was a love letter...
Don't think he
Took me seriously.

Letters.

A mad rush
To the bin
A flurry of mail
And adrenalin.
A whole day
Doused in excitement and
Regret.
Uncoloured pictures,
Unsaid thoughts
Left buried
Under my pillow
In bed.
Maybe in the next one.
So the sun set out
Into the next sky,With a cheeky grin.

The Letter.

Lying in bed,
Lazing at noon,
A perambulator of thoughts
Creak in and out
With the sun’s last rays.
Hands move towards the desk.
Plain paper and my pen.
Thoughts flow.
Thoughts ebb and
Flow again.
Till pages are no more.
The soul is sore
Tis almost dusk
The heat and loo have gone
As quickly as they’d
Clamped down.
Sublime sunset
Through my window,
And you
Far away.
Time for studies again.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Of Dragons And Butterflies

Team up with me one day
Dragons and butterflies alike,
I promise we'd go out to play

Team up with me whole june
We'd romp about open fields
and rest in the shade at noon
We'd roll aboutin bracken and heather
and play catch with dad's leather
Time wouldnt pass so soon..

Team up with me, my love,
I'd build a treehouse for you,
and sprinkle you with blossoms from above
I'd saw out a tool
and hang a swing,
I'd weave a tiara,
and bring out aring,
i'd hold your hand
and lead you -
to the most hauntingly
beautiful view.
Just , team up with me,
my love... Nothing is
the same without you!