Wednesday, 19 December 2012

a sincere sort of disarray

i rambled on and on today
like it was something
i just had to say
sharing wilted anticipation
unsure expectations
hidden neath' the syntax
whence in truth
all my mind did
was circle back

to the shape of your mouth
       when you leaned up close
                and angled it against my nose
                         the spiraling thump, deep
                                     deep in the pit of of my stomach

the tranquility of closed eye lids
    and your ever so little parted lips

 what does your tongue taste like?... i mumble
like yours, you reply
what does mine taste like ?
tu hamesha sahi baat bol deta hai jaaneman

still part shy and part overwhelmed
i bury my head in my arms
whilst needy fingers
ache to push your hair back
like daylight savings time


this is where i ought to insert
..............*.case foreclosed *

and then
        morning after
zero fluidity
               dark emotions akin
to moles on skin
 that won't get rubbed off

in this sincere disarray
i wonder some more
remember ?
the month of june
on the phone,
the song i belted out totally out of tune

pausing the stirring of spoon
                                                   at the glint of honey in my tea
                                                                                if its still me ?

© Sonny

 another wonderful night of poetry at dVerse,


Saturday, 8 December 2012

Picture perfect ~

 “Waking up this morning, I smile. Twenty-four brand new hours are before me. I vow to live fully in each moment and to look at all beings with eyes of compassion.” —Thich Nhat Hanh

I came across this quote a few days ago and for some inane  reason it filled me with such joy and energy , that is so raring to get unleashed , i wanted to bottle it up and spray it on me every single day....
These lines , in all their entirety describe to the hilt what i feel in that moment when i open my eyes each morning and the dream carries on ....
Somebody told me a few days ago , that to put it simply.....just focus on living your dream without searching for reasons ...the why's and the hows ...and that is exactly what i have been doing . I live , breathe, eat , sleep and dream photography....because i have realized that it gives shape to all the words and emotions and feelings that roar inside me like cumulus clouds and overwhelm the very marrow of me if i cannot express them . You see , they are not the point ....neither are the images....they are the portal to this feeling that sweeps over you , when you are doing what you love....when you are living your dream .

I read read read about images and styles and concepts and dreams late into the night and scribble endless thoughts and ideas and sensations each one evokes within me, in my note pad [ blackberries and apps are just not for me...sigh ]....i realize the more i shoot and talk to people....their comfort level is directly proportional to mine and gets reflected in my choice of subjects and subject matters....

Of course life goes on, all around you .....what needs to be done , has to be done and i cannot plan a life based on whimsical notions that i lose touch with reality or all that is tangible . As a woman , without even meaning to , you focus more on what is required from you vis a vis what you require yourself....but in this thin line of tangibles and intangibles ....i get to dream and play and transcend somewhere into this territory which is all my own ....however metaphorical and profound in the hope that somewhere some time it will translate into what the world at large considers tangible .
So its 6 in the morning and i have just come back from a slow walk with my camera , just soaking ...absorbing my delhi warming its hands, huddled around fires on this cold december day ....and thats what i want to share with you all on picture perfect this week , when its all about WEATHER............