Revenge of a Rodent

Monsoons have started and everything is soooo uber sexy and prettty and greeeen...lovely.
But therez just one thing bursting my beautiful sexy world, other than the commuting issues,.. a rodent!:). Yes!we are having this crazy problem since the first drops fell on earth this season.Members from the scavenger family scurrying  climbing rain water pipes into my house not on ground but on first floor which lacks mosquito nets or such and boy they are truly pests.

Started with me finding my diabetic dad's emergency biscuit box toppled over n the biscuits well gone.Next dad kept a huge weight on the lid, the fella nibbled away the rim of the lid of the plastic container rendering it useless. So we thought of getting rid of the fella and got one of those highly voted  sticky mouse pads..laid one nxt to the box stuffed with biscuits..:) next day,the biscuits were gone and so was the mouse.. with the only evidence left behind ....a cute rat footprint! so much for the Sticky trap!..apparently it was a huge rat not a mouse. HUGE!!. with this inference dad deviced another means to trick him.. He got sumthing called a rat cake ( eeeeeeeeeeeew) He broke it to pieces and kept it at various rat favoured locations , and closed the toilet doors to kill him of the thirst after having the cake.hehe..ingenious.. turned out we did get the culprit in the morning and he was adequately disposed.Funnily we still continued to find the box being opened in the morning...So relentless to say we stopped keeping biscuits in it >>Argh.

Since then this ghost of a rat, apparently on a mission to find out food hideaways has nibbled away two of my favourite purses..So i pick up my favourite mauve purse and find a nice hole nibbled away ...all to reach inside for a 5/- of leftover chana i was munching in the train!!! damn you..chana cost me a good 1800 bucks that day.and oh i dont learn my lessons so easy .. so he nibbled my other purse for a small packet of idli podi i had picked for my taste buds and forgotten in the purse.. .idli podi cost of 15/- got extrapolated to 2200/-.. Now i hate that rat.. he seems to be haunting me, not to be seen not, to be trapped, nor be fooled.. he is a nightmare...with an agenda against me for sure!

He seems to have some uncanny analytical skills that i sooooo lackk!!!he knows whats edible , wats edible but adulterated,knows where we keep stuff..and when we sleep.hell he walks off a sticky pad.. aint that supposed to glue his scavenging buttt!.. some freak super ghost of a rat.

He has suddenly become very ferocious, and i am thinking he bores personal vendetta against me for sure.. i had really given him some choiciest nouns when he royally screwed my purses!!..other day I was looking for iron suppliment capsules, i am supposed to be popping them one a day for my low ferrous levels to keep my hair from falling. yeah !! So i peeped under a table thinking they must have fallen off and behold!!!.. my dear hairy friend , apparently needed more iron supplements than me!... the ratasshole had taken the new capsule strip under the table,opened each of the capsule holder , nibbled aaway all the iron supplements and left the strip under the table.I was aghast!!Freak must having stronger hair than me by now; what with munching away a fortnights quota of capsules in one day!!! damn .. never heard rodents liking iron suppliments!!!now i am sure he is a ghost of a rat wanting to scare me.. god knows for wat!!

Since two days now i cant find my house key set,i have searched everyyy damn place and they have just vanished.Although dads of the opinion i have left them in the keyhole and dozed.. i beg to differ with good reasons!! this freaking rat has stolen them. Just cause i dont keep food around for him any more, just cos i have learnt my lesson finally and dont leave chana or nuts or toffies in my purses nemore, just cos i have swapped my plastic emergency biscuit box with a steel one.. this scrawny little bastard is taking revenge.!!!!!

I am dead sure he has scurried away with my key set in the middle of the night and dumped it in his little hole somewhere outside where his lady love must be applauding his feat!!!We have to change all the locks and lever needless to say!.damn it .

Wait till i make you pay for this you ghost of a RAT!!!! ..,... u must die!!!!

The Loss

So what is it like exactly.. to lose someone always there for you to hug.. to cuddle nxt to wishing for ur demons to vanish...

All my life i have heard people loosing dear ones in calamities, in blasts, in accidents,to sickness.So you read and hear about it , feel a moment of sorrow and your sympathies go out to those people who left and more so to their families now crippled with the loss.But then you come out of that moment and go on to read about a moviestar gossip.

I never really connected to the feelings cos i didnt know how deep they could be.And then i came to know just what it is exactly supposed to feel like... when v lost her...n only after v lost her..

The pain of losing someone close... anchors itself deep in the heart like spread out roots of an uprooted tree...
you dont know where exactly is the spot the ache starts or where it ends...

It gets stuck in your throat for ever...
like an ear splitting scream that just doesnt manage to escape,doesnt set you free...try what you may...
and over time you just learn to breathe...
Breathe through the barriers caused by muffled screams... and yet ...
you cant adapt to it... never can... its an effort increasing each time u breath...

And down rolls the efforts ...

as distilled saline waters on ur pillowcase..

deep into the night ...when u are left all to yourself...an empty shell..against the tides.

To lose her is like losing a part of your soul.... the most beautiful part which you may never be able to bare nor share with anyone with the magnitude of muffled pain in it and an equal amount of Joy and Gratitude.Amen ..for making me capable of feeling what i feel...with or with you.

In the Falls..

In the Falls..

I drag as I walk

I fall as I stumble

I wait for a hand

find none... and i grumble

I lie in the mud
all caked in my grate
I plead to my Maker
Find him grinning on my state

I soak... in my pain
all consumed in my reasons
i gather my pieces again
Should rise to face d seasons

I dust off the grime
hoping to forget my downward tumble
I look Him in the eye as he dares
No ....now i wont again fumble..

I wont again fumble.!!

Just another morning.. Ordinary?

As the orange hues start dressing up
slyly beyond the hilly silhouettes
he lithely draws behind the purple blinds
throwing an invite to the waiting morning

Gold rushes inside to cover her nubile face
flushing it with a lovely angelic glow
sleeping peacefully embraced such
Gift wrapped in sheets..a porceline doll

Pristine precious and delicately magical
with a soulful shy smile embedded in her face
the only visible sign of her far breathing  mind
immersed in the realm of fanciful haze

The soft shadows of her dark lashes
holding in mysterious desires of her heart

He sits besides watching.. lump in his throat

choking with the beauty of this formidable art

Reaches out wanting to be a part of her thoughts
yet freezing midway scared of any damage

He grapples with the mad tides in his mind

struggling in vane inside their cage..

He stops.. inhales..waiting for the wave to dip

gingerly he reaches and smoothly lifts

the scattered luxury of her silken hair

freeing the wild strands clinging to her luscious lips

As he precariously releases them free

their grip reluctant in the wetness of her nape

opening up an exotic mixture of sweet scents

dizziness sets in as they melt from their escape

Pulling open the plugs of cravings

Oozying from each pore of his being..

Gingerly he runs his forefinger

along the peachy curve of her cheeks

velvet tugging at the sleeve of his urges

her sweetness flirting innocently

but with the warmth of his loving senses

and the guardian in him calling unexpectedly

he draws up the gathered sheets
coating her up as he plants a kiss
sealing it with painful awe
as he caresses her sleeping bliss


how did I get so lucky
he feels the lightness as his heart rejoices again
how did I get so lucky
for every morning to be witnessing such endearing pain…

it makes me want to live forever.. he says
waking up besides my pretty angel always
it makes me want another day ...
Just another morning

Just Another morning... to breathe this way….

Reminencing A night trek

A cheerful trail under moonlit skies

Marching ants on wet mud slides

Woods echoing muffling our sounds

an occasional unknown shadow glides..

Treading persistent drenched to toes

with fireflies lighting ink black roads
infested with longing for the unseen summit
Coaxing to climb on ..our thirsty souls :)


Masked in mud & mental satisfaction
we stepped inside the humble abode
beckoning the tired tempted folks
embracing us inside to its unpretentious board..

Stripping down into our innocent smiles

delightfully exhausted from the grind

soaking happily in the sense of coming Home

Heaven is here where our longings bind…


As manure smeared spaces held our roots
we felt our souls lighten and our spirits heal
& in the warming casts of kerosene lamps
we fused together over a loving meal..


Then as most tired heads laid down on earths lap
we tiptoed down out into d dark to the awaiting pond
huddles together silently watching  starry skies
feeling alive hearing the nature around..


And heres the most rewarding moment of it all
when we witnessed a tree dressed in scores of lights
like an awe filled bunch of grown up kids we froze
mersmerised oggling at what were ....hundreds of fireflies...



A little  spontaneous account of the night trek i went to .. at Rajmachi in the onset of rains with Nisarga Brahman trek circle.The delight of watching the scores of fireflies lighting the pitch darkness during their mating time was mersmerising and uniquely pretty.. etched in my memory like a photograph.. forever.The images used here are ones clicked by Janardhan Iyer during the trek .

Lighted Corner

Lighted Corner..

In a copious corner of my clutterred life

there spreads a luminous sacred light

therz this space tucked away hidden

screened n shrouded by my perfect smiles.

Here lies bleeding all my pain

reborne from sweetness time and again

from the gamut of billion memories

some lost voices and some reveries

walking amongst the sea of bustling souls

amongst known faces yet strange undertones

i keep moving in an android trance

tripping on paths known... yet peculiar zones

thriving admist a matrix of psuedo emotions
of depleting love and borrowed devotions
in the ever increasing surrounded dismay
to my lighted sacred corner... i return to pray


its here i feel the unsurpassable love
of familiar warmth lost in fatal blow
bathing me with unfeigned care
and here all my ghosts i bare...


its here...
all my ghosts i bare.

Astitva..Existence

अस्तित्व
  

आला पाउस अंगणी
मन वेडे पिसे झले
त्या सख्याला भेटायला
पाय धावूनच गेले
  
रीम्झ्हीम्त्या त्याच्या सरीन्थ
अंग चिंब चिंब झाले
त्याच्या स्पर्चाच्या आठवनिन्थ
मन रोमांचात न्हाले
  
थेंब थेंब जैसा पडला
जीव बेधुंध हा झाला
प्रत्येक क्षणाला कसा तो
स्तब्ध रोखुनी राहिला
  
ओल्या चिंब ह्या देही
कापरा थंडीचा भरला
स्मरताच तुझ्हे ते ..श्वास
त्यांच्या उबेत तो हि गुदमरला
  
मी स्वताच मला
गच्च मिठीत घेतले
तरी देखील लाजेने
डोळ्यांचे पापणे चटकन मिटले


असे आहे रे तुझ्हे अस्तित्व
माझ्या कणाकणात वसलेले
तुझ्या वाचून कसे राहील रे

माझ्हे   जीवन  रंगलेले...

Its Coming..

   



 IT's Coming...

When your whole world centers around jus one particular person, special and dear to you, nothing elze manages to get a moments hold of your thoughts.And then sometimes, the things just change,fade out with the light of the setting sun...you have done it all!You ve struggled and fought and denied and cried...and then at the end... some last straw of events puts things in perspective and your battle with yourself is OVER...thena melancholy wait begins...


 

Sitting at the edge
waiting for the dawn break
stretching at the shores
watching the horizons fade
Another day goes
swallowing my hollows
Nothing that rattles now
Now...
happiness will follow... :)
Just...Happiness will follow!!






Sunset at Chamundi Hills, Mysore.KA

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An Ode to JJ Campus

I found this one in my system...a decade old or more.. like 1997 :)))
I used to be smitten by the JJ campus in the rains then.. it was soo uber calming...
see if u can feel it in ur memory too reading this...:)

I can feel it...

The ever desired freshness of the cool breeze
Blowing over the moist dew cladden trees

I inhale breathlessly..

The sweetness of the scorched earth

When the rain showers down upon her berth

I listen earnestly ..

The inquisitiveness in the rustling of the leaves

as the wind whispers amongst the dancing trees

Quickly , i freezee..

In a struggle to hold the moment still

To seek the silent bliss

To walk  barefooted on the soft wet lawn

Blades of grass as smooth as velvet drawn

I tread on gently..wishing to be light footed

Least i damage the tender blades

I go on lost, all alone, a loner

And find myself a secluded corner...

Its then that i  hear them all,

Hundreds or thousands of them call

All of them tiny souls come to life

Or would it be right to say

That Here I become alive

To all those inconspicuous beauties

Always nestling unnoticed in J.J's Ravines..

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