12/22/10

The Creaking Chair - Part II

12:12 PM

06 January 1998

I was almost enticed to skip my daily ritual,
My bath with cold water at 5 in the morning
I haven't failed for the last 63 years,but once...
Though i must accept, there were a few close calls,
once when Anne added ice cubes into the bucket..
What laugh she had at the site of my horrid face,
dripping with water,shivering,
I had rushed out of the bath to have my revenge...
12 January 1956 -
If you wish to humour yourself with the details...

Now that I mention the singular ocassion
when I did skip the routine,I must elaborate..
I doubt I had time for a diary entry that day!!
I'm sure had I even tried it,Kashish would have killed me,
She was already furious over my morning act of stupidity...

When she had been angry on me for the first time,
she had innocently added salt into my tea,for sugar..
And had stood by,watching me spue,stone faced,
but I had the best chocolate cake that afternoon...
The next time I racked her nerves,
I had to spend the night fishing...
But again she made up for it,
with the most romantic night I had in my life...
I was almost tempted to test her again,

It was as if Kamal had known my hours 
and had planned his arrival at the precise moment.
The alarm did not have its share of credit for waking me up that morning.
Her shrieks did it..
Opening my eyes I saw in horrified bewilderment
her agonised face as she screamed in her labours...

"Pradeep, He's coming..Take me to the hospital"

It must have been an involuntary wont of mine,
I rushed for the bathroom and stood frozen at the door...

"For heaven's sake, oh Idiot man!!
Don't tell me you'll bath while I writh here in labour... "

Kamal was born on 26th September 1972...


P.S. 
Kashish did make up for pronouncing me an Idiot..
That sorry card with the poetry she wrote is still tucked 
besides "The Trial" in the book shelf...
Though I believe it was for not allowing me the bath.. 

-Ashk

12/18/10

Origin

8:24 PM

1. 
I saw him sitting there,
he had that awe in his eyes,
it was nascent...
A bud ready to open,
bubbling with inherent inquisitiveness,
to ask,to conquer,
to learn...
A kindergarten kid,
in the kindergarten swing,
I saw him,
the origin of curiosity....

2.
As he peeked beyond the curtain,
into the silhouette of her shadow..
To catch just a glimmer of her face,
he was already under the spell,
the cupid never saw his full face,
only an instant's meeting of eyes
was all that was needed...
The fair in some urban land,saw that day,
the origin of Love....

3.
The limousine rolled onto the red carpet,
with glamour and paparazzi 
all around,
This seemed like a childhood dream come true,
he was still not sombre from the night's champagne,
he never could handle drinks,however light,
she had always told him...
But today was the day of celebrations,
an academy award
demanded confetti....
The world saw that day,
the origin of Success...

4.
She sat there, 
silently weeping in the cocoon of her dreams;
the mirage was freshly broken...
What she cried was not the love lost,
but the years spent together,
the nights slept under the quilt,
the warmth of his hugs,
the hollowness of his words,
now stung...
they had finally fought...
she saw that day,
the origin of ego....

5.
It had just been a week of seperation,
if only she had known,
his man was so weak from within
that he would break if she was gone..
Vanity had finally played its part,
that ugly brawl in the bar,
he had lost all wits,
now she still cried, in his funeral 
Someone consoled her,
she could not see the face,just voice
they say in Hinduism,
the cycle of birth and death is eternal,
you see today
the origin of a new origin....

-Ashk

Choices

8:20 PM


The untamed rawness of the youth
with its fervor of hot blood
rushed through his head,at those words...
I can not allow the timid feelings of love
to tether me from appealing to my dreams..
It would just be fretful care,
of the native beauty that has seen and felt
the pain of fellow maidens 
as they cried in the courtyard,
for men they loved who died in the battlefield....
Its a decision she said,you make
its you as my lover,
or you as a soldier...
now or never....

3 months since then,
He stood facing the 13th battalion...
His mate ventured too far,
now stranded alone,around enemy fire,
should he risk his self,
or should he stay behind the barracks...

The choice, he realised
he had made that fateful day 
in the farms of Punjab,
when she had cried...
the choices were always the same...
now or never...

-Ashk

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