My Room-mate for Life

Pain shares its room with me.

Dry, desolate and dreary.

Sometimes crying out in unheard wails,

Weeping in tears of moist salinity

I look with innocent wonder at his wet cheeks,

Admiring the defiant ambers of extinguished hope.

There are moments, when some profound deep emotion

Stirs within his bleeding heart.

His eyes show only a thin screen of gathering red.

A shade not as crimson as the dying tide in the lap of the setting sun

But a shade closer to a mountain stream

Bathed in the blood of fallen knights.

Defiant in death. Glorious amidst gore.

A shade which is more an admission than a mystery.

I discover that he feeds nonchalance to fight despair.

Gazing at him in honest awe, I wonder.

Pain shares his room with me.

Dry, desolate and dreary.

Dust gathers on my books and his,

Reminding us both of a prolonged slumber.

Yet, pretense makes us look beyond

Our horizons of comforting agony.

Life escapes in a shameless trickle

Dancing a naked, vulgar dance of crude mockery.

As a victor to a vanquished, as a master to a caged beast.

Me, quiet on my callous couch-

Remain a silent spectator to this torrid tussle.

Ignorant if to enjoy or empathize.

My friend weeps in sincere surprise

Or sense of loss. I wouldn’t know.

Pain shares his room with me.

Dry, desolate and dreary.

I amuse myself with his poems sometimes.

They leave my mind crippled and heart numbed.

I feel a lurking trauma unfathomable in disguise.

Still, at every sunset when I steal glances at him

I see dusk diffusing from his forlorn face to fit the sky.

His features the image of apocalypse.

He frightens me sometimes.

Yet, at times, Silent, Serene and Solemn

He meditates in search of some primitive peace.

I worship his poise at those times.

I admire his creations which speak of him.

Telling a tell of frozen despair.

I feel they are not for love or life.

For love touched him, warped him and left him torn.

A Cosmic joke stares back at me.

I decide to console him not.

Let Pain be Pained.

Let Pain be at Peace.

With an assorted collection of films making way to my home I am assured of some pleasant time-killing amidst my house-arrest.

10 GB of films in totality.

Should be fun.

Then will come blogging.

And regular posts.

Life has never , I repeat, NEVER been so utterly BORING for me.

That 123 tag

Dos:

1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.

And here it is:

" And it shone upon something else which turned our hearts sick and faint within us - the body of Sir Henry Baskerville!

There was no chance of either of us forgetting that peculiar ruddy tweed suit - the very one which he had worn on the first morning that we had seen him in Baker Street. We caught the one clear glimpse of it, and then the match flickered and went out, even as the hope had gone out of our souls."


No points for guessing the book.

P.S- Can anyone be more jobless than this ?

I hope not.

And I tag you. Yes, you who is reading the blog now.

The Part of You That No One Sees

You are powerful, passionate, and dominant. You have a vision of how things should be, and you do your best to make things happen. People rely on you for your strength. You are a rock to many. Underneath it all, you aren't so sure about your passions. So many ideas spark your interest, it is hard for you to get behind a select few. However, you see indecision as a sign of weakness. So you pursue your goals full force - no matter how foolish they turn out to be.

What's the Part of You That No One Sees?

House Arrest Imposed

I have met with an accident.

Nothing serious.

One which occurred while I was riding pillion on Utu's scooter last evening.

One which caused a deep wide gash on my right foot where the axle of the speeding van tore into my flesh.

One which bled so profusely that I wondered if this was sweet revenge for all the 300 ml cold-drink bottles I have so greedily drank from all these days. (It seemed 300 ml was what I lost. The road and my Sandaks were all terrifyingly bloody.)

One which made me feel terribly dizzy for the first time in my life.

One which forced me into the Emergency Ward of a Govt. Hospital.

One which required 3 neat stitches.

One which promises to keep me under house-arrest for the coming 10 days.

One which has curtailed my movements even within the house.

One which is making me feel 'a little important' by the number of anxious phone calls I am attending.

One which drew from my reserves of courage and common-sense I never knew existed. :P

One which tested my endurance in a long long time last night.

One which I hope heals soon.

Had a gala get together at Mannu's place last night. His placement party was all good chicken curry and goppo. 8 of us stayed over for the night. It was all unadulterated adda and fooling around after a long long time for us. We people get to meet only once in a year. And their darned University doesn't him grant them a leave for the Pujas. May their Gods sink in sinks.


Myself, Kaustav, Uttu and Pappu stayed awake till 5 in the morning playing 29. K and me on one side, P and U on the other. And yes, we won by a good yawning margin. :P


Paglaa, Kudo, Sinha and Mannu dozed off blissfully in the other room.

How on earth do they manage to sleep so much ??

I am still wide awake. Even after only 3 hours of sleep in the last 30 hours.

And now, I am off to watch 'Two Brothers'.

Boredom does strange things to you.

I am either glued to the net or watching movies the whole day. Also I am making a list of the ones that I am watching( right at the bottom right ), right from 1st June onwards and making mental notes of the ones I am eager to watch. I am sure it will look substantial before the month is out.

Lack of people posting on their blogs isn't helping things either.

Ode to Those Eyes

As purposeless as my days are

Next only in hollowness

To some distant shrinking star

Whose solace is but loneliness

I boarded bus like everyday

Got greeted by a harrowed mob

A novice could have been at bay

But dodging was my daily job

Making enough room for feet

For humanhood I heaved my sighs

A day’s fortune seemed so complete

As I stumbled on ‘those eyes’.

With lofted arch in eyebrows both

That parted with a loving kiss

Had pride in them you love or loathe

But never something you could miss.

Those eyes as if were etched on stone

Slit at places God had deemed

Perfection would stay forlorn

If otherwise He intervened.

The black in them of sultry nights

That often kills the vital breath

Resplendent with blinding lights

That augurs well for solemn death.

Transfixed, transported to some place

By the invite in those eyes

An inkling of doubt did surface

As is case with well told lies.

What if it was all my mind

Playing little games to see

The beauty that my eyes could find

Was all the beauty left in me?

In this moment of my bliss

Gods need not have ceased to breathe

The bus in tow gave me a miss

I jumped off it all wise and blithe.