Saturday, September 6, 2014

The Gyne in Green

They were the halcyon days, I reminisce in time;
When the head was steady and mind sublime.
Alas, the anamnesis turned hazy in the current grime,
For her arrival was the reason prime.

The nerves pulsed, heart raced on her sight,
On the coiffed hair with the golden barrette; eyes reflected bright.
The prim green top and tailored red bottom shone in the light,
Espying her bight, I instantly knew it was to be a long long night.

Who is this preen gyne, creating chaos, an Egyptian Bast?
The though engulfed; not the time first nor the last.
“You ain't a fool, for she is some stranger”, mind cried in lambaste,
“Stranger for now, yet THE stranger”, replied the heart aghast.

Countless clocks must have ticked by I do not know,
Language and Distance separated me from saying hello.
The mind chimed, “She is out of your league bro, for all you know,”
And I understood, without a show I will simply remain a John Doe.

Days turned hazy, nights uneasy as despair grew,
Broken Fragments by the havoc inside all lay strew.
The eyes unperturbed, searched for her in the blue,
And time then stopped; her eyes ensnared my sight is all I knew.

Her gaze was magical, absolutely surreal, was she a mage?
The world around instantly disappeared, leaving me estrange.
In her eyes, language and distance weren't a barrier for exchange,
And in those eyes, my mind had its fill; How so strange.

I saw a glint in her eye, shattering me along with her spell,
A deluge of emotions erupted, returning me to my present hell.
The magic lasted a mere second yet I couldn't return from the quell,
As the grandeur from her spectacled eye, still, continued to dwell.

The plethora of emotions, were they cryptic or did she comprehend?
Was she aware the causatum of her spell or was I at dead-end.
After a long time, I longed for, to talk with a friend,
Yearning desperately to share my despair with someone to apprehend.

I pondered, surely my odds with her couldn't be infinity,
In a real world there must be some limit to her divinity.
With a newly discovered courage I decided to reduce the proximity,
But alas, even words had me stranded in sight of her femininity.

Have I reached the cusp, I wondered as night turned grey,
I concluded, “Its best few fantasies never see the light of day”.
Seemed the mind had its way, as I decided to call it a day,
But hey! Such is life, story did not end, as she decided to play.

The game of time commenced, she pushed a pawn forward,
Yet seven weeks of experience, made my king to remain cornered.
Both of us tangoed in sync, making things more awkward,
And the clock ticked on, reducing order in the game disordered.

Tired of the mental commotion I yielded my armour and shield,
For I knew, “Winner was the real looser”, such was the battlefield.
…When time elapsed, she did have the weapon to wield,
She sought victory, only to realize I had long ago chosen to yield.

Her head turned, annoying the sun playing with her cheek,
Conjuring words of initiation, at the pace of a magic trick.
Yet, somehow the resonance in her words weren't there to pick,
And I found an unknown territory, unsure which route to seek.

The eerie silence of the heart reverberated around, a cry of agitation,
The sun still enjoyed playing, yet now the reflection lacked a reception.
“Dearth of resonance, What on earth do you mean”, Heart in introspection,
The mind advised, “She aint a bast! And if a magician, then with imperfection”.

Definite chatter could be heard, yet the air lacked a magical symphony,
We did exchange odd pleasantries, but in absence of harmony.
There was a strange nonchalance this time; void of agony,
Two eyes met, hers might have lingered, but mine sought some other destiny.

We soon parted ways, time prohibiting a farewell rite,
With a clear head I wondered, “If she was a bakushan, I a hypocrite”.
Maybe the saga needn't taken place, had I not been a fool of sight,
“Or maybe not”, the future me might enjoy this reading in delight.

As the pen comes to an end, do not judge I declare,
The journey of life is such, someday you will have a similar despair.
In the current anamnesis this story was a bout a gyne having a debonair,
And at a time when my machine was infected with a malware.

Monday, May 5, 2014

UTOPIAN Wedding! Cheers!

If marriages were thought to be sacrosanct and superlunary, well, I will consider that a good one! I just recently heard, a DDU pass out had spent 4 years of his college haplessly after a girl; at the end turns out the girl had romance in the X direction and Marriage in the Y. From all the experience I have inherited so far from my seniors – “at the graveyard, Romance is for the zombies” or “It’s a fairyland as long as you stare, after coming to reality paisa padi jay” and many others, I think it’s a pretty clear analogy 75% attendance is to a semester, as marriage is to a girl. No matter how much try catch exceptions you implement, it finally ends with the mirage deal breaker - marriage.

What I personally have never understood is the concept of Indian marriages (just to name one. I also don’t understand why good guys get “friendzoned”, or how girls can multi-task several boys at THE same time.) Every marriage I see a bride, an unanswered question arises, why on earth she would undergo such a torture! - High heels, heavy really heavy sarees, a minimum few kilos of makeup, a ton of jewelry and hell lot of safety pins. The guy, well he arrives on a horse pretty much sums up his story, a scapegoat. This is merely the foundation of insanity. The next bewildering function() is to stand and smile for almost a quarter of the day. People will push and pop out of a queue, but the bride and the groom have to bear the brunt. Smiling throughout the day, as if a joker is enacting in front of them. I have a hunch, 99%grooms end up giving their bride a foot massage (Yes, on the very first night!) I for one always feel as if brought to an aquarium. Begin a circular event and check out all the fishes, I mean food. Meet various people. Prepare to smile at any and every question asked by the relatives similar to the practice followed in viva-voce and continue having the utter boring small talks. One default question I get to hear every time is “Oh god you have grown up so much. So Tall!” As if the relative has found some time travel and had returned back the same age! Well once the initial formalities are done, constructer variables are initialized, guys get to eating, and girls get to gossiping, I mean socializing. I wonder if instead of sending marriage invitations, why not send Hotel Vouchers?! Should cut the deal…

Why this tradition has continued for eternity and beyond beats me. My personal opinion is, the so called happiest day of your life should be enjoyed and one should not feel having arrived at a zoo. The bride and groom should have a statue created just for the queue to click photos. The audience list should be called up in batches! Yes like we have for labs. This way the couple can spend quality time with their friends and loved ones. There should be a dress code, a person weighing half kg more than her actual weight on a normal day, barred from entering. And yes, before you write me off saying it’s a thinking of a mad man, think about how cool it would be to propose on a roller coaster ride and get married in a roller coaster park, or well getting inspired from “ajab prem ki gajab kahani”, getting married while being mobile! Yes my search is still on for an equally resonating utopian girl, but till then humming Shakespeare's “Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?” listening to Lara Teasdales “…But the kiss in Colin’s eye haunts me night and day” and focusing on managing notes for the next sessional exams.

-Antriksh Shah

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Let it be but a slime

Let it be but a slime

Looking back over the year,
Remembering when things were like a quince,
Alas, somewhere it all became dire,
And went downhill ever since.

I try to recollect about that little seed,
That on genesis evolved to a mighty big tree,
Unfortunately, I wonder of the deed,
That caused a vast Yangtze.

Was it a bad endeavor,
Or an absence of synergy,
Maybe it was a wrong venture,
That made it seem a tyranny.

Realizing now, I have more to the past,
Compared to the current vagaries,
The poignant reminiscences are evolving fast,
Leaving behind all, but a trail of dusty memories.

It seems grief perpetually trails every apex,
And an apex leaves no room for satisfaction,
Yet ye is an ibex,
Who does not seek the greedy transaction.

The final destination had its perks,
And it’s hard to cognize the current janus,
But my heart I guess always knew, regardless of the quirks,
The journey was all that mattered paralleled to the terminus.

I fail to recollect the last memory of that sweet seed,
The one which caused an euphoria,
I guess bitter fruits over time will make it bleed,
To a point where all that shall prevail, is scoria.

They say, this too shall pass,
The efforts cannot be reimbursed in the current lifetime,
But at the death, if it’s all a sass,
I wish to demand, at least let it be but a slime, let it be but a slime.

-Antriksh Shah

(p.s This marks my first attempt at so called "poetry"! Had always wanted to try writing a piece which would bring some solace. A piece that came in a flow, on the spot, from the heart, which is quite a big deal for a brazen heart.)