It's time for a new blog post

If you are speeding and forget to apply the brakes, you're bound to meet an accident.
But what if you could fly, borrow wings of imagination and just stay up on cloud 9?You marked a starry beginning. So it's only fair that I give it the end it deserves.
With words that knit fables, I'll embark on a journey that traverses through the graph of space and time. Space and time and everything nice.
I heard you. At once. And then twice. Trust me when I say, I heard it right every time.
But then the things unsaid, unprecedented, were upheld.
They have their own charm.
But no rhyme or reason.
So you asked how far I've reached.
Yes, Part 1 is over. He's committed the murder. And I don't wish to read what comes next. I'm abandoning the habit I wish I had.

Harmony

May new songs empower you,
New words inspire you,
And new voices stir your soul.

May there be new music
That puts you to sleep,
And may you hum new tunes
In your absentmindedness.

May there be a new melody
In every path you tread.
And may you hear the harmony so old.

Synaesthesia

Near the aquarium
Far away from the ocean
A flickering ray of yearning
A tinkling darkness
Surrounds the fish
That remembers the sun
And his warmth

Near the aquarium
Far away from the ocean
A colour or two of a few petals
A sour taste of white curd
Hugs the fish
That remembers waters
And life in each one of their drops

Near the aquarium
Far away from the ocean
A sheet of marigold happiness
A symphony of marigold gloom
Encloses the fish
That remembers the sky
And its infinite vastness

An answer that life is; Or a question?

It's divine how I can find answers to everything while writing a poem.
But some of them are difficult to complete. Something from within stops me from finding out what I probably know.
Wishing to be wrong. *Fingers crossed*
Hopefully I'll complete it tomorrow, with an end that today can't be written.

A fraction of the whole

Unless obstructed by a viewer’s gaze,

The two masterpieces everyday,

Stare at each other as if a maze.

They come from a different time,

They come from a different space,

Which someone decided to eternally contain.

Wishful thinking of a painter may be,

Existential crisis of the painted may be,

A picture takes a bit of your soul they say.

Donated? Did they themselves,

Or stolen were they?

I cannot say.

The mistakes in the two remain,

The Lord of those two never saw them again.

Left them for the gallery to sustain.

Judging material for the world,

They shy away from each other’s percept,

Or the mirror which they think of the other to be.

Destined to witness the same colors

Unless pixelated by another gape

And Dusts on the glass and frames.

Déjà vu

This is the script I wrote for a 2 minute film making competition. It was Aakanksha's idea to take part in the competition. The resulting film was disastrous, which should prove the point that envisaging something and executing it are two different things. But it was a brilliant experience which made me realize that Aakanksha and I have the gift of telepathy. It's always a wonderful feeling when brainwaves match, isn't it?




#1
Christy and Priya, a happily married couple, lock the door of their apartment as they are headed to their respective workplaces.
To their opposite side, they see a young pretty lady unlocking the door of an apartment that had been empty for a long time.
Christy and Abza(Their new neighbour) share a warm glance as Priya observes this.

Priya(to christy): She's pretty haan?
Christy(with ignorance): Um, I guess.
Priya:You free at lunch?
Christy:Yeah I guess. (After thinking for a bit {He is looking towards Abza}). No, actually I have a meeting. I just remembered.
Priya:Oh. Never mind. I'll see you directly at dinner then.

They both walk off in opposing directions. Camera moves upwards. (To signify some cosmic participation.)

#2
Location-Studio(Dark background)
[Prabhjot is the personified form of Universe. He is playing with a Rubik's cube which is solved right now. He begins to mess with it. There are bubbles in the room]

Universe(Laughing, almost with disbelief; while shaking his head) : I don't believe humanity. Such funny people. It's just hilarious, their confusion. (laughs again) I love to mess with them. They never disappoint me. I've been deriving this entertainment for the past 4.5 million years.

#3
Location-Canteen
Abza and Christy meet for lunch. They are holding hands.

Christy: I love spending time with you.
Abza: Who doesn't?
Both chuckle

#4 [It's 3:00 A.M; location: Christy and Priya's room]
Christy wakes up and Priya is already up. He is confused and breathing a little heavily than usual.

Priya: What happened??
Christy: Um, nothing. I..I just had a weird dream.
Priya: What did you see?
Christy: Nothing. Leave it.
Priya: It's graveling, isn't it? Our sub-conscience embarrasses us at times. It's almost like a sin, to have visually experienced those thoughts which you'd never claim.
Christy: I know what you mean. I could literally swear on the bhagwad geeta to prove I'm innocent. "Main jo kahunga sach kahunga, sach ke siva kuch nai kahunga"(says dramatically) Those were NOT my aspirations. Right?
Priya: Most probably.
Christy: Why are you up? Another of those creative headaches?
Priya: I had a weird dream too. It's not your domain after all.
Christy: What did you see?
Priya: (Smiles and gently shakes head)

#5
Prabhjot(While playing with the Rubik's cube, calmly):
What if your entire life is a dream? That too someone else's? You won't like it, would you? The people in your dreams don't like it either. Which is why they try to be a part of your REAL life. You simply reject that as dejavu, but that's really an intersection of two parallel realities.

#6
Christy and Abza, a happily married couple, lock the door of their apartment as they are headed to their respective workplaces.
To their opposite side, they see a young pretty lady unlocking the door of an apartment that had been empty for a long time.
Christy and Priya(Their new neighbour) share a warm glance as Abza observes this.

Camera shows Priya as this conversation takes place-

Abza(to christy): She's pretty haan? //Priya shakes head since it's very common for her to receive such comments. She has been a centre of attraction and reason of jealousy, a million times.
Christy(with ignorance): Um, I guess.
Abza:You free at lunch?
Christy:Yeah I guess. (After thinking for a bit). No, actually I have a meeting. I just remembered. // Priya blushes, looking towards the Christy and gives a thumbs up for a 2'o clock date.
Abza:Oh. Never mind. I'll see you directly at dinner then.

Priya gets in her apartment and shuts the door.

#7
Prabhjot(Fiercely playing with his Rubik's cube)
They say they don't know what they're dreaming, but they know.

Visibility

Cleaning the end of a glass
With mist on the other side,
Does not really help.
I need my eyes
As soon as I wake up
The soul, I may
Or may not need.
I love the idea
Of being here
You, I might take or leave.

I could sit on a cloud
And make it my ride
If it weren't the way it was,

I'd treat me to apple crumble pie.
And if it hurts to say hello,
Let's start with a goodbye.