Nimbu Chai

Giddy hearts engorged with excitement

Swollen like plump potato vadas.

Anymore happiness, and they would burst

Of rapture they can’t contain.

Desires of fingers groping a breast,

Mouth seeking an anklet,

Cascade hot silver –

Fresh rasgulla syrup on satin bedspread.

Doubts, deceits (Othello, Brutus),

Chilliflake lungs, prick fork into

(engorged potato vada) hearts, pulping them

Into tomato chutney.

Love

Stories

Are like that.

They tend to dissolve

Like colors of a nimbu chai

Sky.

Lawsuit: Prolonged Absence Suggesting Negligence

IN THE CIRCUIT COURT OF READERS AND WRITERS

FRIENDS AND READERS, INC - Plaintiff v SHAILY SAHAY - Defendant

* * * * *

CASE NO: A-P-20112010

I know It's been awfully long since I greeted Blogspot. Happy New Year, Happy Lohri and a Happy Makar Sankranti to all.
Friends and loved ones did ask me where I'd been - hibernating or not writing or swamped with work or worse still whether I'd hit the Writer's Block! No, it was none of these reasons. The real reason was joyous Exhilaration of (Ripples creating) events and of meeting (a blessing like) someone.
These events, wonderful as they were, were first met with Miss Incredulity whose best friend was a Madam Cynicism. So I'd to wrestle with Incredulity and swat away Cynicism before I could embrace the bubbly, vivacious Miss Exhilaration and then I'd to give her time to settle down on me so that I don't giggle like a sixteen year old everyday for the rest of my life.
There I rest my case.
And I promise to be back regularly because these events and the person I met deserve more than being mentioned in the passing :)

Milkshake Poem from Before Sunrise

Daydream delusion
Limousine Eyelash
Oh, baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet cakes and milkshakes
I am a delusion angel
I am a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don’t want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we’re going
Launched in life
Like branches in the river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I’ll carry you. You’ll carry me
That’s how it could be
Don’t you know me?
Don’t you know me by now?

Childhood 2

Had read this poem as a part of curriculum in Std 2. It was one of my favourites. I remember reciting it would conjure up images of sweets, cakes and treats and I'd start craving for them!
Miss being a child.
http://shailysahay.blogspot.com/2009/08/childhood.html (contd)

Walter de la Mare

I know a little cupboard,
With a teeny tiny key,
And there's a jar of Lollypops
For me, me, me.

It has a little shelf, my dear,
As dark, as dark can be,
And there's a dish of Banbury Cakes
For me, me, me.

I have a small fat grandmamma,
With a very slippery knees,
And she's Keeper of the Cupboard,
With the key, key, key.

And when I'm very good, my dear,
As good as good can be,
There's Banbury Cakes, and Lollypops
For me, me, me.

Tagore I

Light, oh, where is the light? Kindle it with the burning fire of desire! It thunders and the wind rushes screaming through the void. The night is black as a black stone. Let not the hours pass by in the dark. Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.

-XXVII, Gitanjali.
By Rabindranath Tagore.

Rumi

Rumi was a Persian poet and a Sufi Mystic. Below is a collection of some of his works, translated into English.

QUATRAINS

[1]

Bring the pure wine of
love and freedom.
But sir, a tornado is coming.
More wine, we'll teach this storm
A thing or two about whirling.

[2]

The Lover is ever drunk with Love.
He is mad,
she is free.
He sings with delight,
she dances with ecstasy.
Caught by our own thoughts,
we worry about everything.
But once we get drunk on that Love
whatever will be, will be.

Source: http://www.rumi.net/rumi_poems

 [3]

When I am with you, we stay up all night,
When you're not here, I can't get to sleep.
Praise God for these two insomnias!
And the difference between them.

[4]

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy,
absentminded. Someone sober
will worry about things going badly.
Let the lover be.

Source: http://peacefulrivers.homestead.com/

 

Mother

Mother is

Prithvi - all encompassing,

Jal - flowing love,

Agni - ever young, immortal,

Marut - exceptionally beautiful,

Aakash - the basis and essence of everything.

My childhood days were filled with the love and light that every child rightfully deserves from the time she even begins to be a child.

‘Childhood’, the word stirs in me a few feelings, brings to me some moments, a few stories, though mostly incomplete and infinite poetry, thoroughly forgotten, some fairies, some Gods, some magic and my mother.