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Reverie.

In living an existence of insanity

A being of absolutely solidarity,

She found solace among inanimate objects

Amidst her life which was completely wrecked.

 

She fell in love with words.

When everyone thought her to be absurd,

She made books her escape mechanism

While her heart screamed abstract expressionism.

 

She fell in love with fantasy

Loathing her reality,

Making her miseries unconscious

She made books her life’s colossus.

 

 

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White lies!

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I hate to lie,

About when I am going to lie.

I tell people that I am definitely tired,

When all I want is my ebooks to be fired.

They think the days toils have left me, arduous,

When in reality, I want to show my love,

Towards whom, I am so much virtuous.

They think they have succeeded,

In ripping me off, of my words and fantasy,

But a little more planning was supposed to be needed,

To have committed such a blasphemy.

But then again, I am happy to lie,

For under the sheets, I get to lie,

Where everyone tends to forgo the white lie.

 

 

Pleasure!

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Oh that pleasure,

Of reading;

hidden from those prying eyes.

 

PS: Ashamed only to be doing it till now 😉

A Little Romance!

After a long and strenuous day I long and pine only for you. My heart, my soul and even my body wants, to only hold you. On my way back from work, all I can think of is getting back to you, holding you, and loving with all my might, all my passion. All I can think of is the mysteries and the love that you will slowly unfold under my embrace.

 

Reaching home, I lose all my patience waiting for you to come to the bathtub, while I am slowly drifting in under your charm, beneath the hot waters. Just when my body relaxes among the bath salts, I can wait no more, I grab you inside, holding you, oh so tight.

 

Slowly I move you closer to me, hovering my fingers over your face. Oh the touch, you can never know darling, what you do to me!! The sensation. Your smell, have I ever told you, even your charming smell leaves me mesmerized? Closing my eyes, I lean forward just to breathe in that smell, again and yet again. You do not interfere once. It is as if you have given yourself to me.

 

Smiling, opening my eyes, I move back, still holding you with all my love, my fingers still hovering above the tattooed marks on your skin. Do you feel anything when I touch you? ‘Cause baby, I sure feel something.

 

Slowly, caressing you again (not sure for the last time) I open the hardbound copy, removing the bookmark, I start reading.

 

PS: I am sorry from the bottom of my heart for the ruined end, but with so much love in the air, I had to be a spoilsport. 😉

 

 

Tête-à-tête With Santa!!!!!!!!

Jingle bells jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Santa is coming

Books is, he bringing…

And I am happy

Is all i’all say……..

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So what books are you getting me this year, Santa?

Santa: Really, books again?

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Yes! Yes! Yes!!!!

Santa: You are crazy…

Koi shakh?

Santa: What?

You really need to work on your Hindi. It’s been so many years and still you don’t get me..

Santa: Because all you ever talk about is books..

If that is the case, then tell me what am I getting this year?

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But when was I bad, like ever??????? In fact things that you kept sending my way all year long were bad….

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Come on Santaaaaaa, please? (Puppy faces here) I wasn’t bad, really….

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Santaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa… Nooooooooooooooo,

Please………….

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Santa: Okay fine, I will not give you gift myself but I could at least make sure that you get what you want from someone else. But you can forget getting those wonderful gifts from me. Uh-huh..

Yay.. yay… yayyyyy……..

Santa: Now shut up and tell me what do you need?

BOOOOKKKKSSSSSSSS

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Woooooaaaaahhhhhhh! Calm down Sir. No needs for the guns..

Santa: TELL ME IF YOU HAVE READ YOUR TBR PILE?

Wow, you know what’s a TBR?

Santa: I guess, I know almost everything about books, thanks to you.

Oh, come on! Don’t even mention it. ye to mera farz tha…

Santa: Farz my foot!

Hey you did get my Hindi this time.

Santa: (Thinking) Oh just forget it..

So back to my books.

Santa: No way darling! You have probably more books than you can read all year long. All you ever ask from anyone for any event is books. Birthdays is for books, anniversaries is for books, even if someone gets you something you get it exchanged for books. You even buy anything for yourself, it’s all books. I am done with your bookish tantrums now! Anything else you want?

Santa, please?

Santa: Don’t please me with that batting of eyes.

Please?

Santa: Anything else?

 

 

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Santa: Now really, anything else except for your stupid books and bookish fantasies?

You didn’t say that. TAKE IT BACK!!

Santa: HO HO HO…

Take it back..

HO. HO. HO… HO… (Vanishes into thin air………)

I HATE YOU SANTA (I cry into the nothingness)

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Well, as I say this I truly don’t hate Santa, because today has been nothing but wonderful day. Below are my Christmas presents, (one of them is by me to me because for a second I really thought that Santa was serious).

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SANTA………….. I LOVE YOU

And also, One book came all the way from a very stupid, but a very kind and happy go lucky person, who lives miles away from me. So, Aditi from https://motmagiques.wordpress.com needs a special mention here, for a very wonderful and magical Christmas gift.

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Thank you, thank you, thank you all, (Yeah, right thank you to Santa too. And I think I’ll try to control my bitchy side to avoid this rattle with you next year.)

Till then Merry Christmas 😀

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An Old Playhouse!

The last time I was here I told you that I was reading Indian literature, and in that somewhere I lost track of what exactly I needed to read and what I wanted to read. You know there is really a very thin line between these two and I seemed to have crossed that route. So somehow I started with Sarojini Naidu, Aurobindo Ghosh, Henry Derozio, and eventually I landed up on my most favourite, (honestly just for the sake of reading her, I mean if it’s literature and I cannot and will not finfish without reading her) to Kamala Das. And of course I started with my most loved piece of hers which is An introduction. From there it went on to her other works including The Sunshine Cat, Summer in Calcutta, In Love, my Grandmothers House, the Stone Age and so on. My first thought was to share An Introduction here with you guys but then I remembered I had already done it, not once but more than twice, and I know not all of you are obsessed with her. So then I decided that it’s time I share something more and beyond that one poem. Which brings me to this poem.

I hope you love this piece as much as I love her.

You planned to tame a swallow, to hold her
In the long summer of your love so that she would forget
Not the raw seasons alone, and the homes left behind, but
Also her nature, the urge to fly, and the endless
Pathways of the sky. It was not to gather knowledge
Of yet another man that I came to you but to learn
What I was, and by learning, to learn to grow, but every
Lesson you gave was about yourself. You were pleased
With my body’s response, its weather, its usual shallow
Convulsions. You dribbled spittle into my mouth, you poured
Yourself into every nook and cranny, you embalmed
My poor lust with your bitter-sweet juices. You called me wife,
I was taught to break saccharine into your tea and
To offer at the right moment the vitamins. Cowering
Beneath your monstrous ego I ate the magic loaf and
Became a dwarf. I lost my will and reason, to all your
Questions I mumbled incoherent replies. The summer
Begins to pall. I remember the rudder breezes
Of the fall and the smoke from the burning leaves. Your room is
Always lit by artificial lights, your windows always
Shut. Even the air-conditioner helps so little,
All pervasive is the male scent of your breath. The cut flowers
In the vases have begun to smell of human sweat. There is
No more singing, no more dance, my mind is an old
Playhouse with all its lights put out. The strong man’s technique is
Always the same, he serves his love in lethal doses,
For, love is Narcissus at the water’s edge, haunted
By its own lonely face, and yet it must seek at last
An end, a pure, total freedom, it must will the mirrors
To shatter and the kind night to erase the water.

-Kamala Das

PS: The featured image is chosen intentionally with the review!