Saturday, November 19, 2011

Hey you!


Hey there! Yes YOU!

How about removing that mask for a while?

Or just putting those black inanimate threads off your eyes?

To step out from the centre of the crowd which is now your cocoon.

To let the vigorous air around take the smoke away,

That has been smudging your distinctiveness.

Are you still there?

Or the heat of the spirit has melted your plastic cloak.

Has the drug not elevated you enough?

Or are you not in your senses to pretend it has.

Step out of the invisible circle,

And find the being on the other side.

No matter how the cocoon will perceive you then,

But you will be you for a while.

You will run, jump and sway at your pace,

For you will be underived for a while.

You would soon see eyes glaring at you,

And you will be crumpled with isolation.

But then you will stand for a change, on your own feet,

Balance on the fingertips,

And rise like you.

The eyes will still glare at you,

But now you can see the semicircle behind the illusional circle.

For what looked complete and secure itself was precarious.

Your mask will soon vanish,

And you will see for a change.

You will cherish what you see, you will learn from what you see,

You will learn how to see.

You would then not care,

What you hear from a million worn-out tongues.

The tongues will soon make an opinion,

That would be debated by the timorous.

You would see from a distance,

And laugh at yourself.

Probably call out for yourself,

And find yourself inside you,

Still smiling.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Kolhapuri Chappal :)


The kolhapuri chappals have been in the trend for quite sometime now but people still don't seem to get over them. You cross any street in Pune, they are all over the place in any color you would wish them to be. They are quite a sight and the shape of it catches my eye every time I see them. I remember going to Kolhapur with my grandparents many years back and buying the authentic chappals with a red thing on them (which is apparently the sign of them being authentic) but hey who cares, today you get them at dirt cheap prices and its fun watching my sisters barraging for them and also deciding where they would wear them (all this in the shop itself). Cheers to the evergreen kolhapuri chappals! :)

Sunday, November 6, 2011

MINDSCAPE :)


I like it messed up,

I like it weathered.

It’s the time that wears the cloak,

Not the earth born.

Drenched in my bubble,

As I take a stroll,

It’s the crumbled and the touched that make me who I am,

It’s the time that wears the cloak,

Not the earth born.

It’s when the earthborn forcibly weather the untouched,

I explode to serenity,

To quarrel within the gullible bubble,

And reach the distant mindscape,

Where the weathered, crumbled and the touched are all my folks.

Folks I cherish and celebrate.

I like it messed up,

I like it weathered.

It’s the time that wears the cloak,

Not the earth born.

-Gaurav Ogale