-
My First Blog Post
Dearest Paneer Makhani , It was love at first sight , salivary amylase played it’s part. All the charm that I had lost, and that twinkle in my eyes say “Heavenly scrumptious “ Loaded with paneer and cheese the buccal cavity squeals ecstatically- ” date me ,baby! “ “Bon Appetit, Nandhini “ my mouth quickly… Continue reading
-
When From the Depths of Your Heart
When from the depths of your heartYou make a wish- an earnest wishTurning it into a desire with wings!Angelic, cherubic, pure in its textureSoft enough that I do not hear it calling me. But an inkling de-stabilizes my eye at once that I alightInvoluntarily controlled by thy mindAnd I would know it, scanning your lineamentsRight… Continue reading
-
Two of us
I go on and on in my mindInterminably concoctingAnimated stories of oursEntangling memories that soundSo scripted for they flow flawless!From words to gesturesAll the dialogues and emotions well- capturedSeemed to mesmerize me that I,de-subjectifyingFrom roots of realitydived into routes of fantasy. Knowing naught shall ever come to life ;I dreamt, brooding over, distressedPlacing us parallely… Continue reading
-
Sunday at Marabucchandhai
If you had joined meThis Sunday at MarabucchandhaiI am sure you would have lovedThe greenery, clouds of smoke and spicy smellThat waltzed in the Sunday morning airAs I ventured into those lanesCrossing a sea of human beingsNourished with hungry animal headsWho filled their buzzing tummies with breakfast;Numerous dosa varieties, steaming hot paniyarams and parutthi paal… Continue reading
-
Voluntary Forgetfulness
It was strange to hear it echoSpirals of concentrationUnraveling dark images and phasesSplitting rotten jackfruitsThrough whose crevicesI surrendered drawing my breath insideTo look back and learn everything afresh. All the errors, follies and misconceptionsReminded me that I should not violateA smidgeon of ink running in the blood of my bodyAnd so I decided to fix… Continue reading
-
From the Phantasmal Fields
Everytime I prayI repeat to meThat I should wander awayFrom the phantasmal fieldsWhere I have oft surreptitiously dreamtSinging, sowing and reapingRapt in thee solitaryBut I don’t seem to followAny of them ever Rowing, rowing and rowingDotted with silver threadsOf delicate joy: You and MeWe stare and smile and blushLooking away, scrubbing handsGooseflesh: as the sun… Continue reading
-
But it is Just Me? Is it ?
I think in vainI shall shamelessly failMyself about over theseHeart-to -heartOr mind to mindIntra-inter interactionsConstructing, re-constructingEmbodying, dis-embodyingOur puppet heads in my headStriving to put the record straightBefore your phantomTaking rehearsals;Numerous rounds of diligent exerciseYet everytime it’s hardTo preach the same when I walkWith or without my books past youTo pretend that I amNot a naught… Continue reading
-
These Two
Write about your first crush. I don’t seem to recollect the “first of the firsts !” because it is hard to tally the number. However, considering two contexts, one nearby home and the other at school, the former was for one of the guys elder to me by a year. Since we never met in… Continue reading
-
Becoming-You
Although I tell myself frustratedWhile perusing through Deleuze and Guattarian registers :“Not to dwell upon you!”:An assemblage of yours crashesI quickly take the line of flightFrom my body and realizeThat I am becoming- you: on a level molecular Otherized from myselfIn my spaces and dreamsI find your divine eyeThe vantage from whereI see only dimensions of theeAnd how you would… Continue reading
-
Uniting the Diverging Roads
And when I dusted offThose heavy game boards piled up dirtChess, Business Cards and Carrom CoinsYou emerged startling mePeeking through the nostalgic coversStrange, as we never sawEach other as children A strong vehement desireSwept me away at onceLike the sea breezeOn a gothic night would wrapYou despite being too farIn a remote urban street I… Continue reading
-
Effortlessly Falling More
I am addictedAnd I know it’s perilousTo my heart and mindTo be musing about youAll the while despiteAnything demanding, laboriousWhy, why, whyAt times prolonged,Then intermittentlyAnd before bed and after riseYour shape, colour and waysEvery object that’s beforeI link it with you and grinEffortlessly falling moreIn your concrete absenceStrangely I constructEither your face or wordsBefore I… Continue reading
-
Letting You Run Wild
I could not stop as they talkedAbout traditional rice varietiesPredominantly sold at MarabucchandhaiFood items, exotic grains to my earsBut to you I am sure you would loveAll of them naturallySomehow I assumed soLetting you run wildIn the landscapesOf my imaginationWhere I fanciedOur little homeOverlooking a rose gardenLots of marigolds blooming gold Fecund banana plantation Guava… Continue reading
-
Confessing
You do not know nor do I knowIf all that I have been writingIs trueIs fairIs realOr can it turn likewiseBreaking the dreamy barricadesBarriers invested in languageA coded complexity of emotionsTaking different shapesAlong the chronology of our scaleTime shall definitely answerWhat it has got in its storeFor somebody like usTo begin with,You are not the… Continue reading
-
Mother’s Bland Triad, You and I
My mother did not quite likeThe idea of me taking your nameConsecutively for two daysAt the dinner table as we all ateOut of nowhere I unconsciously smiled utteringYour three letters in a peculiar accentThat turned my mother’s mien and speech into a bland triad :Upholding values of conservativeness , Specificity and Narrow- mindedness!It was about… Continue reading
-
It was in Jan 2023…
Describe one of your favorite moments. There are many but if you would ask me to describe one that took my breath away, that sent palpitations in my heart it is about the moment we shared in Jan 2023. I was walking to and fro in front of our university campus library and he out… Continue reading
-
“Much to Me He Talks…”
I could not hold my mouthSo I spilled your merry nameSince my brother was not foreTo my mother, blushing galoreAs we talked about youAfter a month or soBefore lying abed,“How well he has changed!”She pulled my leg stressingJocularly not to continueAny further exchangesWith you, ” when he did that…”“Nah stop Ma, it’s okay…!”” I have… Continue reading
-
At The Terrace
Before the sun would setAt the terrace I delightMyself leaping untoYour evocative imagesRarest of your shotsChuckling, I derive infinite pleasureFraming you unnaturally thusAn alternative personaProbably you would hate!Yet, taking pride overThe agency I haveIn the fantasies I weaveAs a poet mad in love with theeWhere in, I reign around you singlyI fancy you walking all the… Continue reading
-
Plants, Animals and Women
” Your body was like an almondSoft, smooth and so soothingFor a nocturnal jauntAny animal can ruinYou subtly fast capturingMooring you to his bed post…”Our bodies I feelAre just as frail and greenWomanly, naturallyAs plants unknown to meSo many are standing in the fieldStared at endless by manyPassing eyes and feetWe stand before menTo the… Continue reading
-
What If-
Why do I always hearYour voice booming insideA voice that I heard two months agoIn the month of AprilThe cruellest you turned sweetestWishing me a day beforeI would turn twenty twoLike a comet your words still hitLeaving a cluster of grooves Super deep pits unto whichI drown my imaginary bodyAthirst of romantic touch and quenchMy sensuous… Continue reading
-
Only Those and Nothing Much…
“What is in me that made thee fall, speak!”If you ask me some day, I can’t…I won’t, I should not, I will notPutting the record straight, come clean…I was warned not to revealFor no precious pound of fleshI shan’t defeated speak, prithee!Yet I still picture the day you’d comeTo ask for my wively handMeeting my… Continue reading
-
Along the Hourglass Curve
When I read Mr. BondI could not visualizeWhy his young virile budHad an excessive attractionTowards the opposite sensationIf groomed dolls could walk and talkSpiralling you into fog smoking hotAnd yes yes yes they did sassily walkSo I pitched my luscious eyeAlong the hourglass curveOne, two, three, none is lessTo the other but betterThan the formerIn… Continue reading
-
Preying Over A Herd of Dapper Men
I could not but fallTo the curve lining my mouthAs they passed one after the afterSoldierly proud of their khaki attireA herd of dapper menDisciplined in demeanorHeaving up their chestsMost of them had a glint withinTheir earnestly straightforward eyeAnd I caught how their skinShone brighterProportionate to the numberOf young women on whomThey could land their… Continue reading
-
I Know You are He
How long need I imagineScript, re-script and sketchImages of ours conversing togetherWhile we walk, halt at the rooftopOver the mountains, over the plainsBy the rivers and gleaming meadowsIn the day, twilight and nightBeating our legs against the wavesAll that in a movie would makeA couple perfectly ensembleHow long need I long to encloseMyself upon thyself… Continue reading
-
Amusing Figures: The Air India Experience
Cauliflowers firstI smacked my lipsFancying those frittersMy ninety one year old ThathaWas taken to buy me secretlyThe cap coveringA chef’s head“Those Bawarchi onesLooked so young and handsomeDespite having shaven their beardsRarely I like beardless faces…”If broccolis were white and not greenIf they were sold atop and not in cartsSome built in there igloo housesAmusing figures… Continue reading
-
Three Letters
Three Letters: I tried hard to discardThy machoistic frame off my chestAgainst the rain-washed window panesAs the roads buzzed, wind hummedTravelling abroad I slippedInto thy phantasmal red sweatshirtCloaking me unto fantasiesSweetly knit and it hissed to meYour name tickling my bellyAh, how it clings to me awfullyTerribly in love with myselfWhispering me-” it won’t go… Continue reading
-
Un- Exchanged
When she told me not toCall her, ask her or take her nameFor anything petty like a pen or big” Behave like I am absentAbsolutely not there aroundDo not look for meLearn to stand on your own feetWhen I have been standing on my own”Frowning she turned awayShooting a depressing lookHer eyes burned in existential… Continue reading
-
It’s Not Easy To Be
It’s not easy to be…When you are the youngest of allAnd others expect that you shouldShut your mouth and not talk backEven if it had provoked youIn trivial ways“You have a mental climate tooWhich waxes and wanes just like the moon! “As long as you are under their auspicesI am sure we cannot be ourselves… Continue reading
-
Remembering how it all began…
I cannot blame you at allFor it is a blot I didstWillingly wrought uponMyself with loveClotting it in my bloodKnotting it in my poetic soulIn your memory, amour!Every day, every week, every monthAn inexhaustible rowCollides in my headRemembering how it all began…Ever since you partedFrom my sanctuaryAh, those were the days in FebruaryWhen without thy… Continue reading
-
Towards Our Fanciful Home
When I know that hardlyYou will ever know what I feelOr have felt and dreamt all alongOr feeling and dreaming prolongedAnd how now I fatuously dream awayStaring at the Asus’s screen before meAnother customary absurdityThat has lately disturbed and consumedKernels of concentration disperseOff into the beating breezeI throw open the shuttered windowsThen I put everything… Continue reading
-
Men at the Communal Gathering
I was sent to attendA communal gatheringThis evening against my willMother said ” Let him notRepresent us aloneBut with you “” Though she’d whine that her legs ache “Mother jestily brokeHanging by the gateInto a wild laughterPouting at herDefeated, I leftWith a grim faceHere I come to seeA sea of garrulous menMiddle aged, hefty, pot-belliedMr.… Continue reading
-
Memories: Remembering To Forget
A strong urge bulged Churned within, surged Generously desirous Of fluid conversations That neither begun Nor did end well Betwixt us yet There always stood A fanciful bulwark of enigmatic air Half poetical, half prosaic Emotional, pragmatic Hyphenated passages– Trailing enjambments Barely comprehensible Leading us nowhere Only certain smiles In the dreamy daylight Then my… Continue reading
-
Best Friends Never Grow Old!
Best friends never grow old !Not at all over a childish prankHowever their legs fall weekHairs turn greyIt was at one of the busiest roadsLike the Avinashi’s, Secunderabad’s,There I chose to take some rest and so I did haltSitting at one of the round marble platformOverlooking the hotel EloraI desired to drink every drop of honeyTo… Continue reading
About Me
With my pen at Hyderabad, I have had multiple fictitious affairs and riotous adventures. So many scandalous experimental poems based on experiences testify that. What I love doing eternally is to prettify something that either should exceedingly attract or distract me. If one of my muses is reading this, thankyou for existing.
THE TACITURN TALKS 