Wily Banter

The Wanderer..

2011-10-30T23:40:00.000+05:30

It takes time to walk them steps again. It takes time to get back to writing, when you don't remember how to hold a pen. It takes time to think when your mind is everywhere and yet nowhere. It takes time. And effort. A conscious, time consuming effort. But it feels nice to be back. Even when you long to have him run his silken fingers on your soul.. Music is how you interpret life. Your music

Flip. Change. Faith.

2011-10-23T02:14:00.001+05:30

Take me back a hundred steps. Let me re-think each step before I move back. Let me change the colours. The blacks become red The blues shine coppery yellow gold The orange hues into deep crimsons The yellows turn lime The slivers of pink turn grey.. Let me change my outlook, one step each time Let me take hate and turn it into fate Let me change violence to joy Let me colour the pain to hues of

Heart beats

2011-08-29T01:05:00.002+05:30

Dark inky blue The heart went beat beat beat Dripping sweat drops The heart went beat beat beat Each stroke demanding The heart went beat beat beat Each stroke a blur The heart went beat beat beat The heady feeling The heart went beat beat beat The swooning rush The heart went beat beat beat The fiery blur of strokes The heady colours Painting... The heart goes beat beat beat...

Reminiscing with Lists

2011-05-10T00:54:00.004+05:30

It has been a while since I last wrote. Not the intermittent poems. Or the couple of liners. Like really wrote. I lost my fans, my readers and my link to blogosphere!Yeah, the corporate world took over. Ah! It is an easy excuse as well. I took a hiatus, a sabbatical and I spent a lot of time understanding so many things. A couple of them listed below - (in no specific order, mind you)Ex's push

The silver lining...

2011-02-25T15:05:00.000+05:30

White clouds strewn against an azure blue sky.. The wind sweeping through the hair.. The sun beating down on the hammock as you gently sway with the breeze.. You reach squares, and then some.. But you take it in your stride.. And let the sunset talk to you as the waves crash gently at your feet..

Kashid Beach

2010-06-27T12:04:00.002+05:30

Have you ever wanted to sit on a hammock and keep sipping on the coconut water while your toes dug into warm white sands? Ever wanted to hear the sea crashing and foaming at your toes, while the sea gulls sang songs of their joyous past? Ever wanted to sit and have the spray of the sea beckon and invite you to join the sea in its glorious dance?I did. I always do. I always will.Being the beach

..Allure..

2010-04-15T13:15:00.003+05:30

Clandestine and warm..His seductive gaze burnt her..The glazed eyes and the speckled hairHis seductive gaze called her..The random path of sweat..His alluring scent burnt her..The smell of honey and musk..His alluring scent called her..

..Silence..

2010-03-25T09:30:00.003+05:30

The sun drowned itself under an azure sky,The warm sands were mottled under the setting sun...She walked, her feet barely grazing the ground..A tear fell on the sand, unholy and still warm..She thought a million thoughts..She whispered silent prayers into the nightShe shivered as the wind caressed her faceThe broken shards of her soul, scars from a bitter fight..The ghastly silence beckoned to

..Glistening Dust..

2010-03-23T14:08:00.004+05:30

The eyes bled waiting for you to come back,The heart sang songs of it's misery past,You walked your one way street without looking backYour stubbornness in metal, cast..You weren't there to help me cope,As hope and care seeped through my soul,Only the wind heard my desperate pleasAnd the rain saw the gnawing and empty hole,I slowly patched myself up;Promising never again to give you a damn,And

Hiatus.. A long walk down the beach...

2010-01-18T01:26:00.002+05:30

So, it has been a while since I last wrote.. Naah, that is an understatement! It has been eons and eons since I last wrote.. Most of you will be shocked to see Banter back up on your feeds.. Hehe.. I can't really blame you guys..I hit a difficult patch in between.. It took me some time to get out of it.. But there is a very kind someone looking after me.. I did get out! And how!! 2009 has been

Wishes.

2009-07-26T04:28:00.004+05:30

I wish the sun would speak to me again,I wish my words would just flow,I wish my day would be simply amazingI wish I could regain some of that control;I wish I could just leave all this behindI wish I could simply pack up and goI wish that the clouds take me awayThen it would just be me, joy and some more!

Walking on...

2009-06-20T04:39:00.003+05:30

People touch my life everyday. Some stay in there. Some go. So, this is a vague but accurate description of important people in my life who have chosen to walk on..Specimen 1:Charming, caring, sweet, humble, dedicated, committed, an awesome listener, patient, chivalrous, honest, gallant, courteous and down to earth.Reason for exit:Refused to move from ally to beloved.Specimen 2:Confident, sure,

For Nimit.

2009-06-02T04:33:00.002+05:30

This post has been so long overdue.You are the solid rock in my life. The never changing persona. The ever smiling, forever understanding guy. The constant companion. The walk buddy. The junk food addict. The best friend. The only friend. The true friend. The charmer. The dreamer. The believer.You have always believed in me. Believed in me when I was too broken to believe in myself.You have

For him, who mattered.

2009-05-27T05:49:00.000+05:30

The tears fell thick and fast..My best friend walked away..The tears splashed by once again..He never looked back this way..I prayed to the sun and to the sky,To take my pain away..The eons of pain and distress were too much to swallowThey were too much to stay..The bright horizon dulled a little,The stars lost their shine,If only I knew what I did wrong,My amends would make you mine..With every

Change

2009-03-05T03:34:00.004+05:30

Pain and grief tore through herThe lucky man had it allThe injustice of the situation,The cruelty in this fallBitter bile rose through the hurt, and;Distraught, she swayedThe bitter beauty of this jazz, is that;He just threw it all away.

The Day.

2009-02-15T02:52:00.002+05:30

I haven't laughed so much in ages.I haven't grinned ear to ear since forever.I haven't been this happy since Joel's surprise visit.I didn't realise how much I needed this!But I did.It was an awesome day and the effects are still there.I'm still on a happy high.The banter.The teasing.The bitching.The expletives.The new piercing.The new friend.The old friend.The boyfriend.MWAH.It was the best

Winds of Change

2009-02-10T23:45:00.002+05:30

The bright ascent of the moonThe purity contained in the shoresYour happy and cheerful voiceThe utter lack of chaosThe beauty in little thingsThe crisp flow of lettersThe feeling of contentmentLife, for the good and the betterThe lazy morning dewdropsThe misty rays of the sunOpportunities knocking aroundChildren in throes of funThe quiet hum of musicA soft shuffle on the groundThe ability to be

Men and their ways

2009-01-11T06:19:00.003+05:30

"Chivalry is only second to self respect."Thus quoted my friend.I wish more men remembered and used chivalry freely.. Open doors, pull out seats, let the "fairer" sex walk ahead, and NOT ask us to slide in a cab!!! :PWe women like it, just that we are too proud to say that these little things matter. We love the feeling that follows the chivalric behavior. We feel like the most precious thing in

You

2008-12-14T03:37:00.003+05:30

It is one hell of a day when you realise that, all that you have been doing is wrong. That it hasn't been fair. That justice wasn't meted out. That it broke someone along the way. That the tears were unstoppable.You did wrong. You weren't fair. You didn't do justice. You broke someone along the way. You made someone cry.Then you realise in all glory; that the person you are staring at is your own

The Temptress

2008-11-26T04:43:00.004+05:30

You want a piece of meMaybe you want the whole beingYou want to be thrilledYou want the feelYou want the insanely heady rushThe smoothnessThe grating smoothnessThe unimaginable softnessYou want the immediate highYou want the throes of elationThe endless boundaries of desireThe polished beautyThe finespun featuresThe prevailing finesseYou want the ceaseless painThe tortured anguishThe endless

Dreams and the Family.

2008-11-14T23:54:00.003+05:30

I woke up in cold sweat. I don't usually remember my dreams and most of them are pleasant. Thus, dreaming in explicit detail about losing a family member didn't leave me with any happy thought. It though; did leave me with a lot of doubt and many unanswered questions. I had just witnessed my mother's death as a third person. It left me shaken and visibly disturbed. Viewing the entire scene from

Tresses and changes! :)

2008-10-29T13:12:00.003+05:30

So, you all have loved and admired; envied and hated, but none of you all could have missed the tresses on my head. *grins*Now, I am really in a mood for something outrageous and was contemplating cutting my hair real short. I asked a couple of people and all were against the notion except for Isha..!!! :D So, I will throw it here for contention.Do I cut my hair really short because I feel like

Love, is it?

2008-10-13T01:49:00.004+05:30

Shades of love are they now?Yes, I think they are. Very much indeed.<3<3<3<3

Unchecked emotions.

2008-10-01T22:19:00.005+05:30

As you stare into the broken mirror, you know what is about to become of you. The shards reflect how broken you feel. The fine mirror dust shows how easily you can be blown away when that time comes! But most of all, the cut on your hand, reflected in the broken glass, drips hope and faith and respect away from you.Emotions go haywire, unchecked.Pain becomes a way of life.The truth bleeds and

Mundane, such is my life! :D

2008-09-19T16:44:00.014+05:30

Ankur complained in my last post that I don't blog much about my personal life as much as I blog about widely philosophical and abstract things. So this post is to make his day. :)Lets see now. Where do I start????Well, for one, I fell at the station again the other day. Apart from the bodily injuries, my pride was hurt. This is my second fall at Vashi station in just as many months. I was