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.
Monday, June 18, 2012
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
5. Leo
Thanks!
Ordinary Haiku, June 10, 2012
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.)
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.
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
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