Thursday, March 30, 2017
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
Monday, March 27, 2017
Saturday, March 25, 2017
Thursday, March 23, 2017
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
Sunday, March 19, 2017
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Monday, March 13, 2017
Sunday, March 12, 2017
Saturday, March 11, 2017
That beautiful and intricate one,
Full of a million nuances
The many I enjoyed finding,
The thousands more I knew were there,
Waiting to be found.
The same lovely mask,
That finally melted and disappeared-
In the unfortunately light of reality.
Easier it was, then and now
To blame you for all that was..
To curse you for not seeing, what could have been..
For every single thing, we lost.
The non existent delusion..
This instant, I wonder
And perhaps even accept..
You wore not a mask,
I sketched it on you,
In my alternate reality,
The one in which, unwittingly,
I wore colored lenses.
Your mask was forced on you, by me,
For just me to see.
Maybe this vision of mine,
Is as colored and biased as the last one-
Maybe, awareness is all that's needed
To make peace with the transience.
And acceptance is the only thing I can spare,
To love the transience,
For what it is.
I close my eyes and savor,
This instant where we're frozen
And accept my delusion.
I just have to open my eyes and move on.
Maybe.. Somewhere else, I already have.
Hope is a good thing.
Wednesday, March 08, 2017
Tuesday, March 07, 2017
Monday, March 06, 2017
A forced one, for the present is far more interesting
Than the past ever should be..
Countless images rush around my head
The runner in me, tries to break free,
Seeking actively for an outlet
A minor distraction to obsess over..
I pause and let the thoughts in,
The faces merge and I see it all-
The hope, the joy, the fantasy,
Never expecting the sorrow.
The sorrow is but another mirage
Just like the hope
Effervescent, transient and insane!
Why is it that in hindsight,
I see not the broken glass,
But the colorful rainbow -
The same one, I imagined then?
The images are prettier
The world is clearer
Nostalgia is a dangerous friend..
Now is not less than the then
Nor will it be replaced by the when..
I pull myself out and plug myself in
To the music of Dire straits..
I try to dance like no one is watching!
Nobody is anyway and I attempt to make peace
What never can be, will never be
And what has to be, will anyway be
No matter how out of tune my singing is
And how deaf the world is, to the beats, only my legs can hear.
Friday, March 03, 2017
Thank you for your application for a Stegner Fellowship. Unfortunately, we are unable to offer you a place in the program. However, we wanted to let you know that your application was read with great care and appreciation. It is through the vibrancy and commitment of work like yours that the program is able to depend on an applicant pool of immense talent. Every year, after reading the submissions, all of us wish we had more fellowships to offer.
We want to thank you for your interest in the Stanford Creative Writing Program, and offer you our best wishes for your future work.
- Stanford University Creative Writing Program
I had applied for the Stegner fellowship for poetry. I knew I had very low chances of getting through, but I wanted to give it a shot. What it ended up achieving was, it made me write a lot of poetry in the last few months. Ok, let me backtrack. I had started writing a lot of poetry after a few interesting incidents and hence, i decided to apply for the Stegner fellowship to see if I can get a chance to just sit and write for a very long time.
I felt sad when I did not get through, but I am not devastated. Yay Harini - you are learning to accept your limitations and your failures as just incidents..
When I was much younger, i thought i was invincible. Even now, i think my spirit is indomitable (my favorite lines from Invictus come to my head) Now, I just want to reiterate, I am a constantly evolving, changing, improving individual. If I was born perfect, where is the fun in that? So world, here i am, ready to try, knowing fully well that there are going to be more dents in my armor as I want things that are not easy. Ill learn to be kind to myself.
Thursday, March 02, 2017
She stands by the window,
Watching and waiting..
The bird had flown eons ago,
Carrying her heart,
The longing, a beautiful reminder of love.
The longing, an essential part.
It mattered not that the king,
Had his heart and body distributed across..
It mattered not at all
Or so she thought,
Ignoring infidelity, accepting it and waiting..
The time machine zooms and I watch you now..
Curled up in your bed, wearing those tiny shorts,
Staring at a white screen with hope,
Awaiting a message..
The quintessential modern woman,
Independent, confident and still longing..
How similar you are!
They wait not for you,
They long not for you,
They just seek temporary refuge,
Passion forgotten once outside the bed,
Memories largely ignored!
My lovely ladies,
When will you wake up and accept,
Romance is but a fantasy
That will remain unfulfilled, forever!
That will exist in another realm,
Crafted of desire and longing
Never in the one, fully conscious.
Wednesday, March 01, 2017
I am seemingly unconcerned
No, wait - Definitely, unconcerned!
The world is full of sugar, spice
And every damn thing nice.
Oh! Of what use is a demented lunatic?
A wildly delusional one, incapable of seeing beyond his vision?
An ass, with a nice one perhaps, but an ass still..
Coal black eyes, that can see not the obvious!
Razor sharp wit, that cannot comprehend a basic fact!
I want not your grand plans for conquest...
I remember not the details
Smitten I am not, depraved probably..
I dance not to Brahms,
I search not for my Krytonite,
I look not at a picture, of what was..
I march forward
I run along, throwing in a waltz and a skip,
Knowing you will hate the random mix.
Sappy poetry, you don't deserve
All the love in the world, you will not get..
Just get out of my head.
You need to vacate the throne you comfortably perch in..