A Bundle of Craving

My heart has begun to beat slowly for him
As if the yearning itself is naught but a whim.
My breath, it comes in short gasps,
And days and weeks consist of gaps.
Eternity has forgotten to live in space,
And flits peevishly from place to place.
In the whirlwind daze of things,
Time suddenly has a pair of wings.

The Love That I Will Choose To Keep

Where desires will be throttled, and hearts shall weep,
that is the love I will choose to keep.
When the nights are quiet and the moon hangs low in the sky,
when it's dark enough for the stars to cry,
I imagine I will stand in curious wonder
and give myself in wonderous surrender.

Cars and why

I drive a lot. I love doing it. These are some of the things I have realised about various cars on the roads these days. Since this writing is based on empirical evidence, it is obvious that most are not included:

The Alto : Let's face it. It's the car that everyone should bully - if cars were alive and they all had a playground, the alto would have been the most bullied of the lot simply because it has that pathetic vibe. It's so possessed with an indolent spirit that I want to smack into oblivion. It's the kind of car that you want to race a bullock cart with and then have the bulls damage it. Because:
a) it never goes above the speed of 30.
b) it infuses it's owners with spirits of zombies.
c) it is ugly.
d) it basically makes you want to tear your hair out because despite being so fricking small it still manages to get into everyone's way.
e) it is an indolent vehicle.

The Santro: Ok so I'm a little biased coz this car gets me places. But yeah santro owners are a generally well-behaved lot. This may be due to the fact that they know their car's limits unlike the Alto weirdos. I love it because of very personal reasons:
a) my first ever power steering!
b) fuel-efficient
c) one car I can park comfortably in most places.
d) big enough

The Swift: Again a little biased towards this car and again for purely personal reasons but this car is kinda awesome!
a) smooth drive
b) heavy enough and sits on the road well.
c) big enough for anything!
d) is like a little tank - handy in bullying altos out of the way...
e) awesome awesome pickup! and it's owners are averse to driving slow. Thank God.

The i 10 : Can't say I like the way the clutch and accelerator placed. Sort of small and totally pointless as a vehicle. But cool enough to get away with it. I think it's fine because:
a) unobstrusive on the roads - even if it's right next to you, you won't notice it.

The Zen : Hmm.. No power steering. Small and fast though. Don't like it much because:
a) it's owners drive like old ladies unless they're weird dhinchak dhitchik east delhi boys and then they just drive like psychos.

The Wagon R : Like who were they kidding when they named it that? I still remember the slogan: "It's a wagon, it's a car, it's the Suzuki Wagon R!". Seriously? Another one that deserves to be bullied because of ownership patterns which consist of:
a) either weird, paunchy, lecherous uncles who give you dirty looks if you overtake them while they choose to cruise along in morning traffic at the speed of 20 when you're trying to get to work.
b) or weird ugly chicks with huge shades, huge hand bags, huge asses driving along like they think they're the shit which is just plain annoying because they're not and are usually the weird loserish kinds who hold hankies in one hand and yak away on their cell phones the whole time they're driving.

The i 20 : My papa's gaadi! I like it in maroon, we have it in copperish grey. I like it because:
a) It's comfortable
b) It never gets dirty looks, unlike the alto.
c) just the right size.
d) good heating and AC

The Honda City : The old one is a pretty design, the new one looks like a boiled egg if it's white in colour, the newer one is slightly better but yes these cars are in the price range of the upper middle class and are seldom the cause of nuisance unless the upper middle class has been stupid enough to hand them to a driver.

The Accent : Love it. Wouldn't recommend it because it drinks petrol and no mileage. Buttery smooth gear changing.

Empty Rooms

In empty rooms there are countless breaths
with myriad beginnings and numerous deaths.
The stories always begin with a place,
and old women sitting on street corners.
They also always end with a certain face.
Silently, he roars
to inner tumults and strife.
That rage inside,
is something of a legacy,
a source of pride, a perennial guide.
He always begins to hum as he pours
His drink down the
Drains of his life.

Daylight Happiness

When it starts to be light outside and the sky is a tentative blue,

I lie back and close my eyes, ready to drown myself in you.

Love so tender it comes ripping through

Laughing at us, at me and you.

In cold dawns and frosty dusks, it has often come and awakened me thus.