Phantom Memories

Always in the shadows, 

Never showing up. 

Fragments of unclear thoughts, 

Heard but never understood. 

Not remembered, 

but never forgotten. 

A shade that reminds me of your hair

Some lines that reminds me of your lines

Some days that reminds me of days with you

Some pain that reminds me of your anguish

Some jingle that sounds like your laughter

Some scene that reminds me of your tears.

In the phantom memories from my yesterdays, 

You live on.

The Howling of the Winds

I recently bought a flat in an apartment close by. It is nearing completion. I bought it because there were miles of greens around the place and loads of wind. Today, standing in what would be the master bed-room, five floors high, I could hear the winds howl. I looked around at the carpenters and ceiling guys, busy at work. Soon, it will be complete and everybody will clear out. I will have a beautiful apartment, all by myself.

It will soon be I and the howling winds again. On my way back home, I bought myself a bowl full of fishes. When I move into the new place, I will have more than myself moving in. Let the winds howl, I have heard them a lifetime. I know what the speak of. They try to shout down silences with their noise. I have got my fishes.

A Little Bit of You In Me

I am sure you know, I see it in your eyes when you look at me, that look of surprise and awe, of seeing something you gave birth to, now grown so big. I am sure you know, there is a little bit of you in me. Its not your looks, for you are the most beautiful of God's creations I will live to see, Its not your granite patience, for I have that streak of impatience that came from dad, It is not your resilience, for someday I find myself giving up and giving in and its not your foresight, for most days, I can't see beyond myself. 

It is your love. 

Just like you will never have enough of me, I, will never have enough of you in my life. As a toddler when you cuddled me to sleep, and remained awake all night long, as a kid when you dressed me to school and then hurried to work, as a grown up, when you counseled me through all the turmoils that rock my insignificant life, you made it all seem a very big deal for you. You make me feel like a V.I.P. 

Every time I think of you, I can feel the universe converge to a silent dot, and the dots are full of you. In this life and forever, may I have the joy of being born to you.

That Thing They Call Leggings

Not sure who started the trend. It might be some gal who got tired of the churidars and all the trouble they had to go through to get out of it! But whoever wore leggings first, did a mighty big favor to loads of us guys. You know what, when I was a kid, there was Asha Parekh and Vijayanti Mala and Saira Banu with their thunder thighs all over the silver screen, but then when I grew up, there was nothing quite like it. Girls had switched over to strangely Arab looking loose fitting clothes and all of them ended looking like Aladdin’s maids! (I think they called it Patiala's). And then came the leggings, ah!, the leggings!!

They are girl’s best friends, easy to get into and easier to get out of, and they remain looking neat all day long! And who would mind the stares that they get on the roads! Girls, I am sure, find it a lot more comfortable finding guys stare at their legs than those more strategically positioned interesting places :)

I love the black ones and the maroon ones, the blacks because ambient light glows through fair skin and the reds because, well, girls look great in red, don’t they?

Long love the Leggings! May all girls wear them all the time, and let the Kurta’s have more slits down the sides…:)  LOL!