Armchair and a Book

The little girls danced through the rain, They looked through your dreams. Your dog nuzzled closer to you, The miniature women saw you falling, Arms outstretched, folly of incandescent memories. You gasp. 5.12 a.m..

The voice of the trees singing sweetly, Their mother caressing them gently, Wisps of hair fly over my face Soothing sleep my eyes doth kiss. A distant drilling machine rumbling, The tinkling of cycle bells. Caw Caw.  The vicious acquaintance is Here to announce his loud presence. Instrumental music on the TV, A delicious aroma wafting about, Lost in thought over an assignment. The pencil rolled over, And I bent over to pick it up. The trees singing sweetly.

I have my dreams, Been deciphering codes. Reading signs, Semiotics told me that I had to tune in To my thoughts in disarray, I did. Psychedelic petite notices flashed by. Day and Night.. The dreams are recurring, Seeing signs everywhere. I wake up, gasping for breath, Paranoia strikes. Quarter life crisis? No family fortunes bequeathed, No luxury cars. The brooding Hamlet has to amorphize. Ghosts from the past beckon, They are waving, making catcalls, Then roar away cursing, unheeded. Newer ghosts swoop in, 'Will you be or not be?' they jeer. Diamond icicles multiply. Breathing constricts. Hamlet sits up straight In bed.

There were around four or five people crossing the road with me at the junction near the mosque at Mount Road(opposite Hotel Buhari). I waited for an unending five minutes, at a time when evening traffic had reached a crescendo and hordes of people were speeding away to get back home early. It is at these times, when you mentally establish a kind of kinship with fellow people waiting to cross the road.My heart leapt lightly when the signal turned green and I scurried fast, fearing the demoniac drivers who looked anxious to start moving again.  I walked briskly ahead, joyfully embracing the fact I'd be home in an hour. That's when I saw him. He stood utterly unfazed, totally oblivious to the goings-on around him. I didn't notice him when I walked past him initially, but as I was waiting, I turned around to scrutinize objects of interest to occupy my waiting time. He was dressed in old and worn clothes, a baggy shirt that had seen better days and a white simple veshti. He d...

It's been a lifetime since I'd blogged the last time. The space has become dusty, and while I was about brushing off ghosts and cobwebs of the distant time, I contemplated on some of the things I could write about. I ended up thinking of a lot of things and not being able to fixate on a specific area.  It's time I brought about some of the work that was in the pipeline for a while. Concluding this short note as some renewed thinking is in progress for newer styles and topics. Namaste!

Bonjour tous le monde! Officially my first blog post. Past several days of unswerving commitment to write ,this post is created. FINALLY. At first, I thought blogging would be a whiff of fresh air and a piece of cake. How wrong I was ! Days of brainstorming for topics, waking at 3 a.m. with underdeveloped yet overly fanatical characters screaming in excitement inside my head, blogging could happen in a jiffy. But that was not to be. All of those animated ideas and characters got buried deep underneath in a layered fashion, the details trickling away faster, the more I tried to hold on to them. One's mind becomes an old and unused bookshelf then. To add to the misery, it became excruciatingly difficult to usher in the discipline to write and here we have to mention that infamous rogue popularly called,'writer's block' and a bunch of other things that would leave any amateur, enthusiastic writer fumbling for words and feeling extremely stupid. More than the whiff ...