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Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Blog Transition!

You must be wondering where have I vanished all of a sudden. Well I have transitioned from Blogspot to WordPress.

Read my work here. 

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Glory and Island Haiku

Everyday waiting
the talks filled with joy and warmth
glorious mornings.

For the days gone by.

0-0-0-0

Island Haiku

Can you look through me?
deserted with nothingness
Island I walking.

Thank you Shikha for helping me with this one. You are awesome.

Lights Haiku

Lights illuminate
you can see clearly now
who is in the room?


Monday, September 17, 2012

Starve Haiku

She lost her headphones
how will music reach her heart?
her ears are starving.

For my little tall sister.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Meadow Haiku

Knight comes with his sword
Slaying and butchering them
Meadow is red.

To war.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Grass Haiku

Lawn mower's engine roar
The sun plays peekaboo
Morning drama unfolds.


To Sunday morning...
Happy Sunday to you.
Smile forever. Win forever.

Creation Haiku

Veggies chop chop chop
Salt and pepper you hop hop
Create something new.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Revelation Haiku

His nice demeanor
nicely laced with fake wisdom
unleash the devil.

To misunderstanding and assumptions.

Apologies for the ugly haiku. State of mind - Pathetic.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

And He Remembers Wes...

My foot starts to tap
as he comes with his solo
symphony of life.


This haiku celebrates the magic of I Remember Wes by George Benson



Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Your image in my Heart

Raindrops on your face
you look the prettiest
image here forever.

To love. Lost.


Inspired by the theme at


Raining Blood Haiku

Clouds turn crimson
as we look up in horror
it's raining blood.

Tribute to one of the finest thrash metal bands on Earth - Slayer


Inspired by the theme at

Divine Haiku

Tunes caress my heart
your songs like balm to my wounds
sheer divinity.

Tribute to A. R. Rahman Sir for being the greatest.

Inspired by the theme at

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Pepper Haiku

Tiring day at work
she leaves and someone follows
pepper spray attack.


Inspired by the theme at

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Gloss Haiku

Outrageous you come
with that everlasting smile
you demon of gloss.

Inspired by a poem written by a friend titled The Demon of Gloss

Render Haiku

A sad poet I was
you came, let my heart meet me
Happy poet I.



Inspired by the theme at

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Milky Way Haiku

Milk man stumbles, fall
Kids come running and splash, splash
Joy on Milky Way.



Inspired by the theme at

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Autumn Haiku

Churning out tunes
He and his brass against the wall
And the leaves fall.

Monday, September 3, 2012

Moon Haiku

Moon on the river
and I think about your face
I remember you.

My heart screams out loud
your name, it needs you badly
unbearable pain.


Inspired by the theme at

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Loneliness Haiku

Great behavior
are you sober when alone?
the real you stand naked.

~I~I~I~

Confined in a room
you stare inward and look beyond
now what do you see?

Inspired by the theme at

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Color Haiku


You, me and Bagel
vivid colors on the dish
and the thread of love.

(This haiku is for my adorable sister - Shikha...)

Inspired by the theme at



Friday, August 31, 2012

Drawbridge Haiku

My eager eyes wait
as you stand across the bridge
when will it come down?


Inspired by the theme at



Daily prompt - Drawbridge

Friday, August 24, 2012

Alien Haiku # 2

Junk from outer space
lands on our rooftop, tapuk!
tiny rock, my gem.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Alien Haiku

Angel, spread your wings
your intentions, unholy
now demon lives there.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

The Father

Little you wake up
a grotesque dream
a pungent nightmare

In darkness
the walls stare
you lay there with no one to take care
he is long gone
the days have passed when you mourned
they say, "time heals"
but your wounds aren't sealed
memories creep in
and the wounds are peeled

At 2 you wake up
enveloped with sweat
the nightmare you have met
your palms cup your face
the little you all alone in this maze

You miss his presence
your life's essence
a man you remember
your hands reach for the phone
his number is on speed dial
its starts to ring
and a voice pours out
you are still
silent
listening to the voice attentively
as he comforts you
and tells you
Father is here.


For Vincent Van Ross and the little girl she knows.

Friday, August 17, 2012

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Monday, August 6, 2012

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Dolphins Fly and Sharks Attack

I will give you wings
and you can emerge from the waters

But to my utter surprise
you do slit the thin sheet of film that envelopes the ocean
and fly

You gather the strength within
and leap
the flight is short lived as gravity takes over

But ah! Your flight excites me
asks me, challenges me
I wonder if I can fly like you

The pool in my backyard is my ocean today
and I am its sole dolphin
Black-clad I, all set to fly
Wife wonders who am I
Is it the role play thing that we always try?

My ocean-like pool and I become one
I jump and leap and jump and leap until I am done
minutes later
the water starts to change its color

I cry out loud with pain

Black-clad she attacks

Ah! Silly I forgot

She is the shark of her pool.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

She Drums to Live


Her naked foot taps the bass drum

As she prepares to play Lateralus by the mighty Tool

Melody meets my ear drums

The first note and my body witnesses a sudden rush

Like an eargasm

She and her drum kit are one

And when she plays, it is like she is making love to it

I adore the way she smiles and occasionally hum the lyrics

O Meytal Cohen! You are like metal goddess behind the drum set

Churning out delightful covers for me

My soul is drenched as her playing is divinity

Her hair sways and covers her face but dare she misses a beat

The banner behind her reads

“Live Well. Love Much. Laugh Often.”

Clearly defining her ways to live life

Wish I could play someday with you

This ardent desire lives in my heart

One day. One day.


For Meytal Cohen

her covers I adore - 3 Libras and Lateralus

Photo courtesy - Myspace

Ruins of my Phantom City

I curse myself for building it
with these bare hands
The Phantom City
It was massive and all pretty
adorned with jewels of a wide variety
but today I stand and gaze over
over the ruins of what I once built

My City
I thought it was eternal
Ah! the foolish me
It was just an illusion
always waiting to fade away
in this thin air that engulfs me

The ruins lay scattered with fond memories of yesterday
I pick up a few pieces and they shout
"Destroy to Create!"
I must destroy the wrongs
the evil within me
and begin a new life, a new city
That will be my Eternal City.

Monday, July 9, 2012

Vital Haiku July 9, 2012




The sun outlines them
they talk about life and more
love picture perfect.

Photograph by Tarun Mazumdar
for: Haiku Heights and Haiku my Heart

Hills and Us - Part 1 (Kasauli and Shimla)


With eyes half opened I looked for my phone, it was there sleeping under my pillow. It was 10:08 am and I expected their voices in my ears but they are nowhere to be found. As I look up, I see the ceiling fan moving tirelessly doing its job, but the air is anything but cold. Quickly I realize that I am not in Shimla, the air here is hot and it is not mine. My heart resides there in the lap of hills, I know it.

July 4, 2012
The day I will never forget, the day we began our journey for Kasauli and Shimla.
The phone starts to ring and it’s her.
“Where are you? We are waiting for you near Lajpat Nagar metro station. Come fast.” I could sense joy and urgency in her voice. Hurriedly, I responded that I am on my way. After sharing departing pleasantries with mummy and daddy, I left. Mercury is hovering around 42 degrees Celsius, and Delhi is boiling but I know a pleasant weather awaits us.
I board the rickshaw that will take me to Lajpat Nagar Metro Station. The pace of my vehicle is slow but I am not complaining. The Alto car is waiting with the parking lights on. I could see my friends inside from a distance and I know that very soon we will be off for a great trip.
With my red bag I get down from the rickshaw and pay him for his excellent services. She looks at me and the red bag and a string of lively giggles follow. Jaskiran, Shikha, Harmeet and Varun are present inside and I quickly grab my seat and we start to talk about what’s in store. The faces are brimming with joy as the much awaited trip is happening. At 10:30 pm, TJ aka Raj aka Thyagaraju arrives in the car that will take us to Kasauli and Shimla. The car is cozy and we start to load the car with our backpacks and suitcases. Our driver is not all that great as the man is a jerk.
Night is in its full bloom but stars are nowhere to see thanks to pollution. At 11:45 pm we are at Sukhdev dhaba (heaven for Jainis and vegetarians) on NH 1. We order three different kinds of paranthas, plain, aloo and pudina, though the last one looks and tastes disappointing. A great stop if you are going to Chandigarh or Shimla, the parathas come with a generous serving of white butter and goes well with achaar or pickle.
We start our journey bidding good bye to Sukhdev dhaba. John Mayer and others are with us as their songs make our journey all the more pleasant.
We are still on the plains and hills are far away. The series Hills and Us will continue. Happy reading!

Photograph by Tarun Mazumdar

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Burial of his Dead Heart

All attempts have failed to revive
It is not ready to strive
Pounding hearts witness brutality live
Someone they know is left bleeding
Hungry dogs got a nice feeding
The owner of the heart
Knew from the start
But he got stuck in the whirlpool
And look what is left
Shreds of love and care
Strewn here and there
A clear sign of a savage massacre
Now it is time for the holy burial
The priest has come for the ceremony
He raised his hand to declare his supremacy
“We have gathered for the burial of his dead heart”
The crowd nodded
Bereft of hope they have accepted the unaccepted
“Now I shall read some false beliefs from the book of love quotes” he grins
“I want a pair of slaughtered dove to mark the end of what they called love” he ordered
The grand ceremony concluded
Now hatred shall prevail
Let it consume your hearts
Let it blacken it
Let it feel the hatred
Love doesn’t live here anymore
As it rests six feet under.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Moonlight, Stars and You

her face shines
she admires the beauty of that white ball
up in the sky
like a little child
like a little angel
myriad gleaming things surround the white ball
as if they are displaying a beautiful show for you
merrily you count them and childishly ask
if you can have two of them
I look at them and tell them to come to you
they come down and she gives them lovely names
one is joy and other is love
delightful they rest on her palms
O the moonlight, stars and her.

Monday, June 18, 2012

Wisdom Haiku June 18, 2012

The sun hides behind
I grab my black umbrella
mighty droplets fall.

~0~0~0~

Muddy thoughts and chaos
I sit down with my palms joined
altar of wisdom.


Unrequited Love

The world halts and vanishes for him

As you arrive

Slow motion

In fact no commotion

The lady in blue

Behind you

Vanishes in an instant

Confirming the aforementioned statement


He adores you

You sit there with no clue

They say unrequited love is the purest

But fail to complete that it won’t ever manifest

Your heart is killed and brought back to life

A million times, each and every day


He is hoping against hope

His heart hanging from the rope

What he doesn’t want to hear is ‘Nope’


I met him yesterday

Busy making her sculptor with clay

And tells me, “now she is here to stay”

My core aches to see him

Giving up on someone who might adore him


Love is a two way process

I tell him to get out of this mess

He is busy crafting her sculptor

Unaware that his core has a little rupture

As blood of his emotions continue to roll down

She is there

Unaware


I wonder how to end this

On a happy note

With two lovers entwining fingers

Or on a deplorable one

with a bleeding heart and dead hope.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Kreative Blogger Award

It was an ordinary day and I was checking my blog, reading comments on my latest post Lock Haiku Take 2, little I knew that a pleasant surprise was waiting for me. Pranita who has a lovely blog, Miracles Happen nominated me for the Kreativ Blogger Award. I am truly honored Pranita.

This is my first blog award and certainly holds a special place in my heart. Now it is my turn to appreciate and honor some of my fellow bloggers who have touched my soul through their writing and photography.

The rules of accepting this award are as follows:

1. Thank the blogger who nominated you!

2. Share ten little known things about yourself.

3. Nominate six other bloggers for the award and inform them of their win... Fun!


Ten little known things about Tarun Mazumdar:

1. He loves winter more than summer (strictly not because of his love for black metal).

2. He is planning to have a mango style wedding.

3. He loves to eat and eat and eat. He seldom experiences foodogasm but when he does....

4. He loves poetry and his alter ego loves to create sadist poems (absolutely fictional).

5. He loves to hit the gym and work out.

6. He wants to become Bruce Lee.

7. He thinks Hatebreed is the best band for gyms.

8. He can spend 30 grands for one show of Cannibal Corpse.

9. He worships Cannibal Corpse.

10. He loves to cook and spaghetti in olive oil is his specialty.

The tough part has finally come. I need to nominate six great bloggers who have blown my mind in the recent past. Damn! this is tough...

so there you go

1. Jaskiran

2. Shikha

3. Grace

4. Magical Mystical Teacher

5. Leo

6. A walk in my heart


Thanks!

Ordinary Haiku, June 10, 2012

Pickle jar, sunshine

Oil, salt and vegetables

Ordinary day

(my granny used to love making pickles for us, this is for her)


Ordinary day

She comes, fine ballerinas

Summer becomes spring.

(Summer in Delhi is unbearable, uncomfortably hot but when she comes my summer becomes spring. This is for the most beautiful girl I know.)

Haiku Heights and Haiku my Heart

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Untitled

Her halcyon face brings a smile on my face,

Melancholy, no! not even a trace.

This one is untitled

As I wonder what to name it, maybe ‘Exulted’,


Harking back to the initial thought

Damn! I always forget, mumma says, “tie a knot”.

You will remember what you thought

I just grabbed it, it just got caught

Cries my thought


Halcyon face brimming with joy

I am going weak at the knees, O boy.


Her brown eyes snatches life away

I look into them

So peaceful, so serene

O eyes, you are mean

It makes me dream

Like Benson’s solo absolutely smooth and clean

But wait, I have peeped into them

I can see my life ebbing away

Who is to blame? Are you going to take the claim?

Take it,

Now I don’t care

I wish to stare as the drummer hits the snare

You stand there and enjoy the finger popping tune

Someone asks the name of the song

We call it ‘Sand Dune’.

Harking back yet again to the initial thought

I wonder why I get lost

Someday it is going to cost


O you when will I reveal?

That my heart is steal

Should be stolen but who cares

Until it is rhyming the Nash way

The forgotten thought I missed you again

My girl, when will I reveal

The thoughts and what I feel

They say, “One day my friend, one day.”


This one’s silly because everything’s blur

As you read you might find her

Hidden in the words

Chirping like tiny birds.

dVerse open link night

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Lock Haiku Take 2, June 03, 2012

The same melody
but our mood is different
a new key today

A new key today
as it uplifts our spirits
ah! new melody

Ah! new melody
lyrics don brand new clothes
new parts, unlocked.

for: http://haiku-heights.blogspot.in/ and http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/2012/05/haiku-my-heart-1.html (Haiku my heart)
prompt: lock

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Haiku June 02, 2012

You came to unlock
metamorphosis began
the new I stand here.

(For a very dear person in my life, thank you so much.)

You enter inside
I turn you repeatedly
wrong keys and failure.

(Happens all the time.)

for: http://haiku-heights.blogspot.in/ and http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/haiku/ (also known as Haiku my heart)
prompt: Lock

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Mango Delight

She wonders if I was a mango in my past lifetime

Eternal love for mangoes

Wherever we go I go for mango

The recent visit to a café

I browsed the menu and she knew

I would go for a little mango

The ice-cream man knows that I adore mango like a lover

With puppy eyes I look at the delightful mango treat

Scrumptious, the yellow color magical thing sticks to the stick

Yummy as it melts in my mouth

Play with my tongue and bid goodbye to the gums

Stomach welcomes it as it knows mango is finally home.


for: http://www.theme-thursday.com/2012/05/theme-thursday-for-may-31-2012-ice.html

To Kill A Grammatical Word

Murder the prepositions
Every noun in town
A pronoun strolling on the streets wearing a negligee,
At times in a gown
The moment I neglect her, she frowns

I often kill a grammatical word
Resulting in raised eyebrows and grins
As if I have committed the gravest of sins
Silly I take out my notebook and pen down
My thoughts, they are fearless
But they fear to come out
and meet the beloved paper
Because I might kill some rules here and some there

Mammoth you rest on my table
My Chicago Manual of Style
I look at you
Thoughts wander, am I boiling in bile?
The tiny font in you will teach me
To save the day
How to take the words and play
Once I master the art
I will start from the start
Prepositions, nouns, pronouns and others
Will become my lovers
And no one will be murdered.