Leaves & Sticks

Somewhere in time..... A dream unfolded... It was just a supreme manifestation That makes time feel so captive For we cannot ever know when.. For it is only now that I have dreamt of you I dream awakened, asleep, in the morrow For it is then that I have kissed you in bareness It is then that a darkness swallows me whole... For when I dream, I make a song, Of a fabric whose weft only an artisan can capture For it's only a song that a night bird can sing And it's only a nightingale that will romance me And draw me into a spider's web That you, my beloved, may not be able to extricate yourself from. Come, then let's walk on the clouds, On the winds that carry us into a warp of time Into a shimmering cloud of purple haze That brings you into me With a dream full of promise Of plucked ripe nectarines that you sink your very teeth into.. For it's a folly that no one has loved before For to love is to die a million de...

It is a lovely time When I know that u will come to me free of all shackles Of only feelings that we will share Of love that just does not covet Of dreams that do not possess Of travails to worlds flung far far above Of horizons seen but never walked upon Be warned oh foolish one When you leave me to walk a path that few dare When you love me and endanger me by making me want to die for you Consumed by an unholy passion I now dare the world to look me in the eye and tell me that I have sinned By loving, by creating, by being consumed by a raging fire that few can douse What mindless follies have we committed in the name of love? When we anger, when we covet, when we do unto the world some wierd sin that few would call Love?? When we threaten to jump into abysses of the mind? Where we drown and embroil in our own created heights of fear?? Never would I, a pure woman, would want a fate such as that.. Where I am running from...

For it was just another time that we met.... It was a momentous journey of carnal seeking ........With you and me..... Way back then, when you wrote to me, With a pen full of bloody ink on a Paper sullied with our love, dreams, sands and fire............ It was for me, only a letter of love But when you did write, A meaning unfolded vastly in front of me I saw unfolding in my visions' eye, Many, many life spans of time........ Where I am entwined in the arms of love, which I saw in you, Holding me as your very own, and when you did leave me After plunging into me ghoulish madness of love.......... I became this dark being, sullied by tainted love, Yet when we parted, we cried, we shed tears of rain, Of wet sands, of muds that we soiled ourselves in. So when I cry because the seed that you sowed Was not meant to be, Then a little something that i call faith, dies.... Because you care not for me You care for only a macabre seed...

Sometimes, when u did beckon to me It came to me as a flickering dream that we met somewhere in time Only to part bitterly with un-shed tears that now come out It is a sad time that we can never be together For it has been only you for me It is a broken heart that sheds tears of untold pain That we have been through Yet when you meet me in heaven You tell me, it is just not over as yet Its a dream that went awry A dream that again called to me in a moment of intuition You let me know that our time has come yet again You told me, it is true That we have met in a twilight Only to part Only to part and to meet yet again in a heaven that you may never know Come hither Walk with me on a road that leads nowhere Sometime When you stand there Looking at me but not saying anything You say a lot that has told me In many many shattered pieces of my heart A blood that spilled over and a cry that tore even a heart of a st...

Leaves & Sticks, a compilation of stories & verse: Eternity : "And eternal lifetimes later, So came a time When you left me And we met in another time And what culminated from this...... Was just a ..."

And eternal lifetimes later, So came a time When you left me And we met in another time And what culminated from this...... Was just a timeless eternal grappling of two bodies Just entwined in a sorrowful embrace For it was only then that we realized That time never did exist It was not time that held us Or the silvery ropes of life That held me to you my beloved It was a yawning chasm of an endless well Into which i got sucked And that went beyond... Just beyond Beyond what we call space I flew into a maddening darkness Embracing the folds of my own skin Into a darkness that closed me in That made me gasp for air I grappled.... For air..... For water....... Yet no one came You just left me and went away And when I reached out for a light Then it was only you that I see It was a blinding curtain of shimmering light A light into which we both got sucked A warmth where I could not leave And an endearing love that you cou...

Sometimes they tell me I am mad, to want so much. Then they tell me I am only human, to want, to desire. To desire from the very dregs of my blackened soul, Is to live, without you, yet in your memory, I travel distances In my dreams, I am reaching for only you. For I have loved, you and you only. It is a sad day, yet so very beautiful, for maybe I have cried. In blood, I am yours. But it is a loved one that one longs for, not for the ordinary is this turmoil. We sing, we dance, we toil, for who? For you? For me? For beauty? Tell me is it love that allows me to survive for ever? Is it that very love that drives me to vistas that I may never see or have seen? Is it dreams that awaken me from my stupor and remind me that it will never be you again? Oh it is an illusion that I live, for I am a mere fragment for the universal light. It is just a spark that divinates every living being, that allows a life to form from plain seed. What is it that sep...

The house was derelict and falling apart. It was the house where Mamta had spent her childhood. As she walked up the steps, the main door creaked open. It seemed that no one had lived there for years. A rat scurried past, Mamta looked startled. The house had a strange, musty, dank odour. It had not been occupied for over twenty years now. The air was thick with dust, Mamta coughed and spluttered as she breathed in old stale smells. As she walked through, the walls of cobwebs seemed to fall away on their own. Mamta had a very strong and powerful aura. She kept herself protected from malevolent energies as her work was such where entities could easily attack her aura. Mamta was a Shaman and an energy healer. She did home visits for people who seemed to have ill luck for no reason. Mamta had taken it upon herself to come to her ancestral home, with a purpose. Years ago, Mamta’s family had been afflicted with a strange fate. Mamta’s paternal grandmother, Mrs. Asha Sud Nahata had died s...

A blinding, searing, ripping scream pervades the atmosphere of the silence. A woman sits still in a chair. She is 65, with salt & pepper dyed hair. Her bifocal glasses are perched on the bridge of her bulbous nose. There are hints of a beauty that she may have been. She silently sits in her chair, waiting for the next scream. Arti, her daughter in law is ridden with psychosis. Pupul was newly married when this illness was discovered. Medication sometimes fails to have effect. There is utter silence in that house, except for her screams, let out once in a while. The ayah who is kept to tend to her, then handles her. Pupul is a widow. Her husband, Romesh left for his heavenly abode a year back. The house is occupied by these two women. There is no signs of any other life. The woman in the chair, gets up slowly. Her walk is unsteady. She searches for the newspaper in the room that she is. The room has a strange musty odor. It is hardly aired. There is no one to come and do this for...

"As I see it, Pepe never could talk, let alone hear a word of what I would say. What a bloody liar  Blumsfeld is proving to be. He says’ Ooh Lady Shawley, Look what I have done. I have taught Pepe to recite the alphabet, backwards!!!!!’. Liar!!!! Fool...!!!!  Scoundrel..!!! How can a cat talk, I ask you??" This is the inner thought of Lady Shawley, as she sets about offering her guests drinks. "Meowwwrr!! Meowwwwr!!" a slow growl cum meowl came from Pepe ’s fat gut. The guests turned around to look at a fat cat, peeping in from the shadows of the terrace greens. Pepe looks proud, typical of the phrase, like a cat who swallowed the cream. Pepe strides in, with the confidence of one who can swing any deal. He rests at little bald Blumsfeld’s feet, pushing himself at Blumsfeld’s calf, nuzzling his soft mane against the black of Blumsfeld’s woolly trouser fabric. A gentle white fluff starts to settle on Mr. Blumsfeld’s trouser and tickles Pepe ’s nose. Pepe le...

A non dusty sun is not a very real thing. A halo must surround it. That is the voice that comes from within my head.    It is the year 2010. I am a virgin, once again committing a death defying sin, virgins do not exist anymore in our realm. I do not fornicate. I advise people on sins of the flesh. They allow me to heal their rotting bodies from an age of sex and money. I am Sin, untouched. “Anita, her name is Anita. She lives by herself. You do know she heals lifetimes, don’t you?” asks Nancy. Nancy is a sex fiend. She goes everyday to an unknown sleazy side of town. She comes back, hot, sweaty, covered with the dust of sex. Nancy asks Romesh if he wants to go on an adventure that means plunging into an unknown darkness. Romsh simply nods, exhausted from multiple orgasms. Nancy is pleased, what she wishes will now come true. Romesh and she will love each other through their mind. Nancy has to get over her addiction. I come back from the supermarket, buying egs, milk, ri...

In a man dominated world, can I, a woman, find a place, free of shackles of fathers, brothers, husbands, pimps? I ask my sisterhood this. I request you to question yourself and the world around you and I want you to stop today and think. We require a world change and I will you, my sister, to weep for me, yet weep for the individual in you that got hidden somewhere in her role towards life that existed outside her and around her. Today, I question the very morality and the weft of the societies of the world. Tell me, what gives anyone the right to target the feminine gender as an objectified piece? Do you, my mother, my female sister, promise to stand & cover me when I am being led without any clothes in a village? Do you, O Sister, promise to castrate that man who raped me every night? I now write a sad story that might shake you, from your very complacent world. I beg you to rise with me and be one in that voice that says...ENOUGH.....I do hope that you will do this for yo...