July 3, 2020

Invisibility



“Stop staring at me! 

Stupid cab, didn’t see the puddle.

Now please, eat baby, don’t fuss,” said June pushing the tray.

Just then Constantine appeared, “Sorry bud, I’m late, I was with your...”


Oskar’s tail wagged briefly before yelping.

The moist eyes searched for his parents, in the empty cage.



 

Gyanban Thoughts: Flash fiction after a long time. The subtext being promises broken and hope or the lack of it. We often set expectations without knowing the repercussions it may have on others...


April 29, 2020

Fade away




and then, just like that,

one day we will fade away,

aging books on empty shelves,

receding memories of ourselves,

sail away leaving the shores of love,

with no fear or pain,

as life empties the shell,

warmth turns cold

tears lost in those palms

those eyes which walk miles,

lost in silence ,

to the noise of it all,

and then, just like that,

one day, we will fade away...






Gyanban Thoughts : a few lines to take a pause and think about all those people we ve lost in time and the realization that someday, we will just like them, fade away.... huh, just like that....







April 6, 2020

In The Nights Of Fire



One Day I woke up, and saw the fire,
the raging pyre, burn burn burn,
but the one burning in me, my destiny,
will one day, engulf me....


I peered from the window,
Familiar voices, unknown faces,
scream scream scream...
with the forces,marching the streets,
I saw the flaming torches,reach out to me...


Children running,from the dark,
Mothers shrieking, pain singing a ballad,
Masking the pain, melancholy strain,
but in vain,vain vain...
As the lava, enters the city,
hiding behind the realms of reality,
Floating embers, flow like sorrow,
Love like there is no tomorrow,

In the Nights of fire,fire fire...








Gyanban Thoughts: thought of it as a paintbrush, just a streak across the canvas, with the paint trickling down the surface, not trying to make a statement, but just capturing a moment in time

December 3, 2019

BroWoken


Icebergs are melting,
Facebook vacations are cooling.
Business reviews are hot.
Whatsapp calls are not,
Climate is changing,
Global warming is happening.


Forests are dying,
Instagram is flying,
Venice is flooding,
News is yawing.
Tusks and horns disappearing,
Traffic is a social gathering.

Women are raped,
Politics is staged.
Kid drives a car, not on road
Humility is floored,
Crime filled pop culture,
Discount sale rapture.

Life keeps running on toes,
Blisters and woes,
Shrapnel & pebbles,
Slow motion ripples.
Nobody cares really,
Awaken,the woke,
the wise and the wobbly.




#environment , #climate #society #crime #life

August 25, 2019

Noise


















If he dies young,he had a great future,
If he lives long,they hope he dies soon.
If he spends less,he is stingy,
If he spends more,he's obviously showing off.

If he travels less,he's a frog in the well,
If he travels more, he's a nomad.
If he mixes with people, he's a social animal,
If he lives alone, of course he's ostracised.

If he smiles at everyone,he's creepy,

If he frowns, he's grumpy.
If he looks you in the eye, he's gaping,
If he looks away, he's shifty.

If he talks less, he's arrogant,

If he talks more, he's over confident,
If he sits still, he's must be scared,
If he moves around, he's restless.

If he speaks loudly, he's brash,

If he whispers, he's shy.
If he is polite, he has no spine,
If he demands, he's a dictator.

If he dresses as he chooses, he's a rebel,

If he follows norm, he's boring.
If he has a preference, his orientation is wrong,
If he remains in the closet, he's a hypocrite.

If he has morality, he's prude.

If he is liberated, he's certainly promiscuous.
If he chose tradition, he's old,
If he chose modernism, he's an upstart.

If he believes in his God, he is a fanatic.

If he renounces religion, he is a traitor.
If he has no God, he'd rather die,
If this is truth, he'd rather lie.



Who do you listen to
and who do you ignore,
where do you stay
and where will you explore?




Gyanban Thoughts : We live in a diverse world, a world of opposites.It creates noise.We contradict every aspect of our existence. But if we didn't, would it be a better place? An assembly line is not what life should be, yet the chaos of differences brings unrest.Being peaceful and co-existence is key, the question is how? How do we quieten the noise and be happy? What can we do to make the world a better place? I read a poem a long time ago by Carol, and these lines are inspired by them.








May 26, 2019

Spell





When the forest rhythms start to play
Walk with me, make me sway
Like a dreamy cloud caresses the window
Dream with me, fly with me, nadir or crescendo.
Like a feather's touch or tease,
Strolling down with ease
Rests on the button,
and then dives in with passion.
Droplets glide by my side,
as the heady feelings collide,
a storm builds inside
whips up a hungry tide.
The distant bells waft in spells,
Splash of water & the thirst it quells.
Pine trees sway their leaves,
A warm breath in a cold breeze.




November 27, 2018

Mismatch




It's 5AM and the clock is late,
the rush to dress up and change my fate,
but the wrinkle is annoying the mane,
and the greys are flaying the vein,
I carry the mirror in mind,
leave the resigned sigh behind.

The train is packed with eyes,
I stand under the strain of lights
the dark skin is brighter,
maybe they'll like me better,
their shampoos leave no clue,
only the fan comes to my rescue.

Waiting for the elevator,
a minty breath drifts over the shoulder,
the noose around my neck chokes
gasps for breath and the heart pokes
the lights are incandescent inside
empty faces on the outside.

The tube-light and the guard flickers
People wearing strange monikers
floating close to the floor
a door opens, the stupor
he sashays along leaving them behind,
my eyes lose him and hope to find.


Clocks go by and the hours shiver
the cardigan shrugs off and the  lips quiver
a sudden surge of reason, cold air ,
aimlessly slides off my ruffled hair
witness  to the porcelain teapot stare,
bits and pieces of emotion broken glassware.

Lights race up and memories fall,
drifting pain and a searing call,
their eyes gasp and the jaw snaps,
the mind is free but the body clasps,
the coal-wood windows open their show,
lying below on a  streak of red snow...




 


Gyanban Thoughts : Mismatch is an experimental form of poetry, trying to connect the unconnected, but strangely they are , isn't it?  Much like the difference which connects us all in a single universe, or the multiverse which is similar while being so different.


Invisibility

“Stop staring at me!  Stupid cab, didn’t see the puddle. Now please, eat baby, don’t fuss,” said June pushing the tray. Just then Consta...