Works of RK

Some day I shall gather your memories And throw them to the winds Slowly, one memory at a time I would let them escape, UntilI have erased My past Completely.

I know this road well. I know its every dip, and I know where it begins to bend before it begins to climb. I know the spot where the baby metal has chipped off a wee bit. I know where the craters are and how to carouse around them. I recognize the bumper stickers and I know those who are in a perpetual hurry. This road is known to me. This road takes me home.

mynameisfinch.blogspot.com A tiny spider made its way from the celling to my lap.  A moment of indiscretion would have snuffed out its little life.  I blew a jet of air its way.  The little spider landed safely under the sofa, gathered itself, and went on with its tiny life. If you could save The Savior , my little one, who am I to judge you.  Wish you a full life. Stay around.

I: Baby you cannot just call up after six months of silence and ask me to buy you your grocery. It muddles up my mind. I need some continuity. You need to make me feel that I am a lot more than your errand boy! She: Will you come with me or not? I: Who said I am not coming? Don't I have the f#=king right to crib? She: And would you stay back later? I can make chow...soft fried, just like you love. I have the dark soya sauce too and I know...no ajinomoto. And I have this new rotimatic that I need you to see. It is such a beauty, you will freak out! I: Sorry babe, I need to be somewhere by 8. Maybe another time? She: Sure, See you at the store then.

Courtesy:The HINDU Raj? (In mild annoyance) Yes Princess? Its a Sunday baby. Why do you have to answer all the calls on your phone? This is my personal phone babe. I don't have too many people calling on this one. Agreed. But this is the third time you are walking out of the room with your phone. It annoys me. I am sorry Princess. But I will have to take all the calls.  Raj..%#$@@**.(Major Annoyance) ---Silence----- Princess? What?? Do you remember Anju?  That girl who went for a divorce? Yes What about her? Two years ago, on one such Sunday, she had given me a call. I was surprised to see her call, since, we were not really thick.  Hmm.. what happened? Did she want to marry you or what? At first there was a lot of silence on the other side. I thought that her kid had dialed out accidentally. And then I plugged my other ear and said Hello again. I felt as if I could hear a sob, and then a whisper.  I did not disconnect the call. I just told her that I know something is not right. I

You still sit close to me Its only an additional inch away And nobody sees this except me. You still look at me Like you always did With some longing and loads of love Only, now your eyes hold mine for a micro second less. And when you talk to me now I am reminded of the time When you did not have to measure your words Ration your laughter... You served pure sunshine. Wedges in our hearts Are so difficult to live with. For they exist in places Where no stranger has ever tread.

I read Eli Shafaq's Forty Rules of Love a couple of months ago. It helped me understand a little more about the fights that wage in me. How I experience life has a lot to do with who I am. I am often surprised at the level of diversity that exists within the human race. Its like living in an ocean with each of  us being the only one of is kind. But amidst this insane diversity does run a common thread. There are everyday little things that strings together all of human race. Here goes my list: Words hurt more than broken bones. And such wounds take much longer to heal. Cancer is something that exists as a disease of the body as well as mind. Some thoughts, when left unattended, grow cancerous, kill. Love heals faster than the doctor. Leaves us stronger. Hatred infests deeper, lingers longer, manifests itself in unpredictable ways, and often is easier to nurture than love. Love is complicated. It can give way to hatred in a moment. Love is fragile, needs constant tending and protect

Let the frozen icicles from past Thaw for a moment in time Let the warmth of my surrender Give life to tender spring. I call for the roses to believe again I call for the wild flowers to sprout And the larks to find their songs anew I hold on to myself no more I am now one with you The white in me is now splattered With a million colors of you.

Life is mostly tiring. I have often looked out of train windows late into nights and seen trains hurtling past on the opposite tracks. It is one racket of streaking steel with lights forming long lines of lightning. I have wondered if some lonely wanderer like me would have been looking out of those windows as well, trying to make sense of this whirl of life. And amidst this terrible rush of everyday living, I have faced challenges that comes with the act of getting things done. Every decision I have had to ever take have come with a deadline. Either you take the decision within that time or the decision gets taken on its own. I am not sure which is better. Taking decisions or allowing life to take its own decisions. There is no data with me to prove that one is better than the other. However, I have always preferred taking decisions. Some augur well, while others are stuff about which stories of great failures can be written. I love it either ways. I love it when something works out a

Men's wallets are just as mysterious as those of women. Though smaller, they inturn have numerous pockets and pouches that are capable of safely tucking away many secrets. Mine is a leather wallet I go for a replacement every three or maybe four years. Every time I get myself a new wallet, the transfer of contents from the old one to the new is like a spiritual ceremony. First I empty all the contents of the existing wallet into a clean and empty table. Them comes the close scrutiny part. There are coins from Riyadh that my uncle gave when I was young, so they automatically gets into the new wallet. There are unclaimed bills from past expenses and hurriedly scribbled phone numbers, and then there are small notes or at times, a couple of lines from a poem that never had a name. All these go into the 'to be discarded' section. Photos of gods find space in the new wallet. So does all the plastic cards for credit debit insurance vehicle id voting reliance Spenser etc. All these