Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Song for Maggie

"Joy of Life" by Pablo Picasso (1946)

I never met you.
I only heard about you the day you died.
He said he got a call late at night-
Maggie is no more.

He switched his phone off
It was now silent
Just like you.

Two days later, he drove everyone
to your final resting place
He said it was the same van in which
you all went on a picnic not so long ago
The same van in which you laughed.

Now he is driving me to the airport
I look at the road ahead
As his mind flashes backward

They took you to the hospital
five days before I came
They said it will be simple.

But it wasn't
You packed your bags thrice
Third time you went
straight to the door to heaven, if there is one.

It must be heaven there
Where your four month baby waits for you
He said maybe he too will see you there one day
That's what they told him

He wasn't sure though
He said he wanted to shout loud and ask:
Why hasn't anyone who has visited that
sought after side ever come back to tell?

The truck ahead blows dark smoke in our faces.
As if to tell a message in a language we don't understand
It has been four days since you have gone
Dim lights flickr on the endless roadside

He takes a deep breath and says
This is life. This roadside
Bright electric light with total darkness at end

Everyone is sad
But he wants to celebrate your life
His voice breaks
He wants to drink and dance and smile.

I never met you Maggie.
But I celebrate your life
and the life you carried inside

And I imagine you sitting behind the welcome desk
A wildflower in your hair
Stars shining in your big black eyes
Eyes full of life like the blue nile

And I imagine that's what you have become
A wildflower, a star, the sparkling
water of nile on a moonlit night
Smiling from the cloud number nine

I never met you Maggie. But I miss you still.
And I celebrate your life
With your song born on
a moonlit night on a long drive
Like the beginning of a fairy tale
once upon a time


This song is for Maggie, who I never met and Saison, who I will not forget.

Take your leave

"Renew" by Neha

And again, the heart lives through the eyes
looking through the soul of a glass door

Green leaves are leaving. Again
Reddish yellow is peeping. Again.
They slowly dance in the cooling sun. Again.
Brown earth is calling. Again.
To be born. Again and Again.


Monday, September 26, 2011

Humko dushman ki nigahon

Humko dushman kee nigahon se na dekha keeje
Pyaar hi pyaar hain hum humpe bharosa keeje

Chand yaadon ke siwa haath na kuch aayega
Is tarah umr-e-gureza ka na peecha keeje

Roshni auron ke aangan mein gawara na sahee
Kam se kam apne ghar mein to ujaala keeje

Kya khabr kab wo chale aayenge milne ke liye
Roz palkon pe nayee shamme jalaya keeje

- Sung by Chitra Singh

Sunday, September 25, 2011


A little blue, a little green
Like the end of daylight
Like the ocean meeting the sky
She reflects on turquoise


Saturday, September 24, 2011

A Thermodynamic Affair

burned water by /pitzyper!

Fire meets water
Fire cools down
Water heats up

Fire cools down
But it has known only burning
Where is the flame?

Water heats up
But it has always been a liquid
How does one become a vapor?


Friday, September 23, 2011

To Black Butterflies

They think you are not colorful
like all the other butterflies,
For you are just a black butterfly.

Don't they know that black
absorbs all colors in its heart?
You accept all of them equally

And that makes you more colorful
than any other butterfly
The black butterfly.


This is dedicated to the memory of Ingrid Jonker

Thursday, September 22, 2011

The lucky ones

"We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here."

– Richard Dawkins

Summer Farewell

"A glimpse"by Neha

You take so long to come
Yet so fast to go
You've been good
But now you've gone.Again.

- Neha

Wednesday, September 21, 2011


Black wants to be brown
Brown wants to be white
White wants to be a little tan
What she doesn't have is exactly what she wants
Why is this the women song?


My name is Yellow. I am innocent

I am not on anyone's side
I am just a color
I am like the air which blows for all,
like the sun which rises for everybody,
like the birds which fly over the house of rich and the poor
My name is Yellow. I am innocent.

I am not corrupt
I am not an oppressor
I am not violence
I am not the dove of peace
I am not the status quo
I am not sweeping change either
I am not the power
I am not the opposition
My name is Yellow. I am innocent.

I am whatever you want me to be
I can be all of these or nothing at all
because whatever you want me to be
is what you yourself are.
My name is Yellow. I am innocent.


Dedicated to all the innocent colors falsely implicated by wise and otherwise!


It is raining outside
But the sun is shining
Inside his heart


Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Eyes of a tourist

Make me the eyes of a tourist
Looking at everything with wide eyes
Filled with wonder and curiosity
Filled with hope of possibility
Make me the eyes of a tourist


Tuesday, September 06, 2011


You are your own patient
You are your own doctor