Short and Sweet

Sing along

2011-11-02T20:07:00.000-07:00

Sing along, even if you can't sing.
Tomorrow's tune will be different
from the gloomy notes that today played.
Tomorrow will be a different song,
And if you decide,
It could be a joyful note on the string.

Sand dunes

2010-05-14T03:55:00.000-07:00

Alone under the sun
bathing in sand I stand.
Stung, yet alive
I grow, I thrive
and inch towards the end.

GG

A Day to Remember

2010-03-23T09:45:00.000-07:00

Today is death anniversary of Sukhdev Thapar, Shivaram Rajguru and Bhagat Singh and 100th birth anniversary of Ram Manohar Lohia. I would have not remembered, but for Vinod Dua's 9.30 news slot on NDTV India.

On March 23, 1931
Three youths died
shouting slogans till their last breath
to keep the revolution alive.
More than six decades of sleep later,
they perhaps still scream in their graves:
Wake up.

A government hospital

2009-12-01T01:40:00.000-08:00

The filth, the clamour
The smell of blood, whiff of death
Poverty, helplessness
Apathy, gloom, juggernaut —
A government hospital.

Please vote for me

2009-10-20T22:33:00.000-07:00

Hi...

Short and Sweet has been accepted in the Original Poetry Contest category on Indiblogger. It will take you a few minutes to vote, or create an account if you are yet not on Indiblogger...

Also, may I go a step ahead and say that I would be grateful if you ask your friends on the blogroll to check out Short and Sweet and vote for me...

Here's the voting link..

Wish me luck!

--Gauri

Swing on a star

2009-09-23T23:04:00.000-07:00

The radio played:

"... Or would you like to swing on a star,
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
and be better off than you are..."

From Doris Lessing's short story 'A road to the big city'

Mesjay, this one's for you. I have been filling up a little diary these days and so the blog's neglected a bit. :)

Where they go

2009-07-03T01:19:00.000-07:00

The footpaths on S N Banerjee and CIT
were littered with near-naked rickshawpullers
swooned in sweet fatigue after midnight
till a few days ago.
It's begun to rain now
and I wonder where they go...

I love low-cost planes

2009-06-24T22:58:00.000-07:00

In three hours flat,
Can reach the home I most love,
I love low-cost planes

Kuch zakhmon ka hara rehna

2009-04-22T23:59:00.000-07:00

Us ne muskura kar kurede mere zakhm aur kaha
'Khalish' accha hota hai kuch zakhmon ka hara rehna...

- Vitthal Gharpure, Khalish

Why do we?

2009-04-15T14:04:00.000-07:00

Summer sleep, rainy talks
Falling leaves, cold blankets
Seasons change. So do we.

Lazy walks, school socks
Scribble pads, chewed pens
Seasons change. So do we.

Red roses, touchy cards
Long letters, shy tears
Seasons change. So do we.

Why do we?

-GG

Summer

2009-03-08T23:13:00.000-07:00

It's hot and sultry
but not just right enough
The sun was far more demanding
In the town I grew up in.

It hit you on your skin
and pierced right through
Till you burnt a funny red
And then sweat cooled you up.

The hot vapours pricked you by
As you zoomed past on bikes.
Back home, under the lazy fan;
Water after a minute or two
Life would slowly seem bearable again...

Ahmedabad has a thousand memorable things
But the most I miss
Are those ruthless summer months.

Mee asheech Mee tasheech

2009-02-05T00:28:00.000-08:00

Mee khari
Mee khoti

Mee kali
Mee gori

Mee aahe
Mee nahi

Mee sona
Mee dagad

Mee agni
Mee jal

Mee bangdi
Mee dora

Mee eechhha
Mee bal

Mee lahan
Mee mothi

Mee asheech
Mee tasheech

Mee satya
Mee asatya

Mee Gandhi
Mee Bhagat

Mee phool
Mee madhmashi

Mee nadi
Mee samudra

Mee aapli
Mee parkee

Mee pandhree
Mee laal

Mee ho
Mee nahi

Mee asheech
Mee tasheech

Chaitali Phadke is a vivacious Mumbaikar, a charming, chirpy girl whose poetry you have to read to believe her sensitive way of seeing things. This poem is her take on herself.

A much used maroon sweater

2008-12-22T22:38:00.000-08:00

It's a chilly winter morning
The types I cannot imagine waking up at six
And getting into a school uniform.
And yet I did exactly so
Ten to twelve years ago
With sleepy eyes, a heavy head, cajoling mum
A hot cup of tea waiting for me
Bag packed by aaji and lunch made my mummy
Off to school after a wait for the public bus.
O what fun it was, hoards of students waiting at the bus stand
At six thirty those frosty mornings, Baba standing beside me
making small jokes, pointing a puppy here or there,
We dreamt big on those cold mornings, we still do.

And then the bus would suddenly come, and I would rush
Leave him behind and shove my way in the crowd
Once inside, wave him a smile again.
He would always wait a few minutes after I left
Lest I would jump back again for want of change,
Or a forgotten book,
Or with a frown say, 'no mood', I want to go back home
He would wait till he was sure I was safely on my way.

I would have by then lost my sleep
And get worried about the rounds of school
for getting late again.
We walked our way from the bus stand to school
and walked the way back, Reni and me.
And got scolded for taking a five rupee rick out of lazyness.

The PT sir would dye his hair once a month
to a startling, dazzling jet black
And everyday he coloured thus, I broke into giggles right on his face
After that running about the school campus,
I would finally slag up to the class.

Friends would smile that fond smile that said, 'Late again!'
I would scamper for a text book
And Reni or Rupal or Sanjana would slide their text towards me
We would push and shove the book on our sides and thus would start a game;
And giggle and talk in whispers and pens till teacher said 'ssshhhhh'
Then after the lunch break, we would get rid of the maroon sweaters
Knot these on the shoulder or the waist
Or simply dump them on the bench and gossip about at length...

Gone are those early mornings of rush that I try to get hold of even now
Those were different winters, this is a different cold...

Tired words

2008-12-06T00:42:00.000-08:00

Tired words, used and re-used;
It's a task to churn up something new
If 'new' at all exists... :)

Death

2008-11-26T21:36:00.000-08:00

Death, you can't touch me
Till you kill me. Or my loved ones.
But then, you have a sinister smell and sound
That crosses the sea
From that vibrant city nestling the Arabian
to this soulful place lining the Hooghly
You have put us all on our toes,
Nerves tense, tension aimless
Sorrow, brooding, unanswerable questions.
Why do you need to kill
to teach a lesson?
Death, why don't you be good once in a while.
Spare. Be gentle. Let us live as we die.
Give us time to say Goodbye...

Me?

2008-11-20T23:55:00.000-08:00

Poet, you mean creature
You pick up life's odds
and mask those under a coating of heavy words,
Words that are glossy, Words that are hollow
Words made big with intellectual humbug...

Poet, you mean creature
You make no difference to my miseries, my sorrows.
You lap up my misfortunes
And make money out of my death and grime.
Poet, you mean creature,
Leave my privacy to me...

Nibbling

2008-10-17T14:38:00.000-07:00

It slowly eats away,
bits of my intestine, heart and veins
but most of it, my brain...

Anger, which part of me
did you nibble today?

--Gauri

Just go away

2008-09-26T12:37:00.000-07:00

It's uncomfortable
fiddling with the past. And yet it's
nothing I can control.

If only memories
could die as completely as human bodies;
Rot or burn away.

-GG

2008-09-03T21:19:00.000-07:00

Birthdays are happy days
You grow up, or think you have.
Reason enough to enjoy...

Mr. Crow and Ms. Dove

2008-08-28T06:33:00.000-07:00

It happened a long time ago
When a crow met a dove.
She used to coo, he crowed,
Soon they fell in love...

Mr. Crow took her out to lunch
And ordered the best of egg-crunch
Lady Dove gasped in disbelief
On seeing the death of prospective chicks...

She would have nearly fainted
Had not Mr. Crow fluttered in frenzy,
Made her sip some cool raspberry;
And call for a plate of millet cupcakes.

With a gulp of the cool drink
Lady Dove accepted their odd takes
And while she nibbled on the cupcakes
Mr. Crow ordered baked shrimp...

It happened a long time ago
That a crow met a dove
She cooed, He used to crow;
They never got out of love.

-GG

From nowhere

2008-08-28T06:00:00.000-07:00

From nowhere came a smell
That I had smelt a long time back.
From nowhere came a memory
That I didn't suspect still existed...

Why do I still need you?

2008-08-09T06:44:00.000-07:00

How unfair to give one blow after the other
to people who so believe in you.
You are skewed in your mercies and virtues
You are an unfair, unrepentant God.
Why do I still need you?

A windy evening

2008-07-29T08:18:00.000-07:00

Dust, debris, papers, leaves
As if uncertain where to land,
came rain in bits and pieces.
A moment of destiny of forced togetherness
stranded strangers under a lonely tree;
A cup of tea that got cold a bit too soon;
A cup of wait, rather.
I still remember that windy evening...

-GG

Words

2008-07-24T10:49:00.000-07:00

The words that we
catch and throw,
wait for and deliver-
Do these words make you smile
Or do they make you frown?
Do you believe they are meant for you
Or assume they are for someone else?
These words that we catch and throw,
Do you know where they go?

Walk down the street

2008-07-06T22:00:00.000-07:00

Only walk down the street,
to know where you are placed.

On my way to Park Street the other day
I saw monkeys and jugglers lulled asleep,
High on hashish, or some such stuff,
Babies clinging, wriggling about like insects,
Babies so many, some sobbing unnoticed,
Some playing with mud and sticks.
Cooking pots and smoke on the footpath,
Old, desolate men still willing to live.
Dripping tarpaulins sloped on strings,
And water filled in yellow plastic tins,
Hands black with dirt and grim,
Filth accepted as wellbeing.

My sorrow is much less than theirs,
So is my contentment.
Only walk down the street,
And know where you are placed.

Potbellies of hunger

2008-07-06T21:55:00.000-07:00

Potbellies of hunger;
Little palms of want, demand.
Whatever I give,
I know it's not enough...

A broken image

2008-07-06T21:52:00.000-07:00

A broken image
of sounds and smells. I paint you;
a broken image.

My bittersweet being

2008-04-27T11:36:00.000-07:00

The sweetness of nothing;
Sky and sound, silence and fury,
Flowers and smell;

Past and regrets,
Future and wants,
Present, thereby gone...

Sweet nothings and
bitter everythings;
My bittersweet being.

-GG

Why summer is sour

2008-04-23T07:54:00.000-07:00

Remember?
That place without a name
Green and dark, just by the busy highway
Where we zoomed past without a halt...

Baby mangoes loomed there in summer slumber,
You should have slowed down.
I wanted to steal them,
Eat them sprinkled with chilly and salt.

Yes, we can buy the fruit, I know.
But stolen raw mangoes have a taste of their own...

When you meet me

2008-04-20T06:26:00.000-07:00

When you meet me Death,
Mind your manners. I would rather not
die sudden, alone and bloody.

Any children

2008-03-31T23:14:00.000-07:00

"Any children? Polio drops..."
Said the woman on the door.
No. Not yet;
but touched to see a system on the go...

This is not the first time I have been asked, "Any children, we have come to give polio drops" by health workers walking door to door in the middle of a hot, sweltering afternoon.
Feels so good, so touched, can't express it enough.
I do swear at the 'system' gone all wrong, but I get mild and apologetic in my random, impulsive accusations everytime I remember the unsolicited bells in the middle of the afternoon and gentle inquiries from these women... Something is in place, something is going on afterall, in spite, or amidst all the corruption, red tape and controversies

Cover up!

2008-03-27T11:14:00.000-07:00

Just as you flush after you shit,
Must you cover after you dig...

Children getting stuck in bore-wells left uncovered is becoming way too common.
Fodder for news channels, horror for the country...

Names that got famous overnight for reasons very callous: You may want to read this and this

Say something

2008-03-22T22:24:00.000-07:00

For all those who read
and tip-toe away. How about dropping
a hello, hi or bye???

(It would be much better and encouraging if all of u could leave your feedback than simply blog-hopping from Life rules to Haiku without ever letting in a word... :)

2008-03-18T04:52:00.000-07:00

In the heat of a stove,
And the cut of a knife you strive.
And yet you are called 'just a housewife'...

Woman's day brooding over...

Time is gone

2008-03-14T09:46:00.000-07:00

Time is gone,
like the smile that fades
by the warmth of a tear,
like the smell that ceases after a snuff,
like the love that strays after a delight,
like the faith lost on a Godless night,
like the reminder of a sorrow-
Time is gone...

-GG

We shall meet

2008-03-13T21:14:00.000-07:00

Another day, another time
A different place, a new reason;
We shall meet.

Torn

2008-02-29T09:20:00.000-08:00

I tore those letters a
long time ago in sixty-four small
pieces. I want them back.

Child talk

2008-02-25T00:29:00.000-08:00

"Mosquitoes in America are little and small.
Indian mosquitoes are many and big.
Indian mosquitoes bite a lot.
American mosquitoes don't bite.
But sometimes, Indian mosquitoes come to America.
And then they bite".

Merry-go-round

2008-02-23T23:47:00.000-08:00

One end to the other.
A new begining. A new end.
Merry-go-round. Life!

Mehendi

2008-02-21T10:45:00.000-08:00

We sat, all. Pretty, ready.
Our hand in theirs, flowers, designs;
the pungent smell of henna,
the green curves of genius-
strokes of beauty in a pasty finish.

Smooth dripped the cone
to form sensuous forms in split seconds;
Feminine, gentle;
Tedious, romantic.

We sat, all. Pretty, ready.
Today was the mehendi...

:)

Maher

2008-02-19T04:50:00.000-08:00

That familiar feeling
of being home. Soft bed with past
smells, very lovely, very own.

The idea of possession
doesn't fade even after marriage,
perhaps will linger forever.

And why not? This is
where we were treated like princesses;
here, we will always be...

That familiar feeling
of being home.

My family of other animals

2008-02-09T05:06:00.000-08:00

Budgies are expecting
again; lovebirds just don't want to
grow up. (Sigh... Sob... Sob...)

Husband

2008-01-30T19:34:00.000-08:00

He is sick and down.
With the muffler around his ears;
and that sad frown
looks as dear as he could look, ever...
:)

2008-01-30T06:48:00.000-08:00

Vanilla ice cream- cup or cone?
A dash of chocolate sauce,
A generous dash, at that-
An ice cream is almost spirituality frozen and formed,
The moments you eat, those moments are all your own...

Vanilla ice cream- cone or cup?
Whichever holds more, I say...

2008-01-30T06:43:00.000-08:00

Sleep, the interlude between life and death
Sleep, the longing of a dream...
My meeting with myself
And also, with those long gone...
Sleep, the mirror of my being
Sleep, the stranger in disguise...
The gossip of my body-
Heart with the soul, mind with the unknown;
Sleep, the time I am reborn...

2008-01-26T08:45:00.000-08:00

As the leaf bid the tree goodbye
and fell in a sleepy frown,
Did it hurt and pain,
when it finally hit down?

As the leaf said goodbye,
Did it cry and talk with other leaves,
Who were still young and shy,
and could cling some more to the tree?

How was its final journey
from the branch to the ground
with those moments in sky,
swaying aimlessly in between;

Did the leaf cry,
When it bid goodbye?

2008-01-26T08:43:00.000-08:00

What was with those eyes?
That cold look, that silent stare,
Smile maybe, or smirk somewhere
Truth hidden, or lies not bared...

What was with those eyes?
They took me unawares...

2008-01-26T08:38:00.000-08:00

It's dark and down,
but for the candle there.
The soft white glow
With a bit of yellow
And a streak of blue,
Is all for me, just me.

But for the candle,
I would have been so alone...

2008-01-26T08:31:00.000-08:00

White dabbled in pink,
Or pink dabbled in white...
A shade of blue,
A hint of green,
How about some cheerful yellow
And a drop of orange sunshine?
A creamy blot of red,
A brown to mellow it down...
Paint your life bright and nice;
Get a pinch of each colour...

-GG

Look around

2008-01-23T09:20:00.000-08:00

Open your eyes, look around-
see the dead souls, dark, dull, poor;
they sleep and beg and cough, sneer...

Dust and death for company,
Swears, rot and decay for dinner,
Rags for cold, bags for pillow...

Open your eyes, look around-
Don't you think there are
two species of humans?

What's with the tea?

2008-01-22T21:36:00.000-08:00

What's with tea, so unique?
Sis says, "Milk, water, sugar only;
Dodo, that's all to tea"...

You sure it's that simple?
Why can't I make a fine cup, ever...
What's with tea, so unique?

Tic-tac-toe

2008-01-22T21:35:00.000-08:00

Tic-tac-toe, pretty sore
I lose all the time, all the time,
Tic-tac-toe, pretty sore...

How are you, Fr?

2008-01-18T08:17:00.000-08:00

How are you doing, Fr?
Better get alright soon, sooner...
Missing the double moron, really!

Sooner the better

2008-01-18T08:10:00.000-08:00

Suck ice cubes, salt, pepper
gooseberries and a wedge of lemon,
Be a mom, sis; sooner the better...

Us, We...

2008-01-18T08:07:00.000-08:00

February 24, Veg frankies
and cheese, my old school, us; We...
I love destiny.

A morsel of me

2008-01-18T08:05:00.000-08:00

A morsel of me,
A bite of you. What a clutter
A fight can do...

-GG

I smiled at destiny

2008-01-18T08:04:00.001-08:00

I smiled the other day
at destiny. Who were she to be,
If I were not me?

-Gauri Gharpure

2008-01-17T22:34:00.000-08:00

Pokat bhukhyo nathi ne
Popat tarsyo nathi...
I am happy, ma;
What about you...

Little by little

2008-01-17T22:32:00.000-08:00

Little by little we grow;
to lose it in a second to
anger and envy....

The smell of summer

2008-01-09T08:32:00.000-08:00

The smell of summer and
the hint of rain- You and me
down the memory lane...

Where I saw you last?

2008-01-09T08:28:00.000-08:00

Where I saw you last?
Perhaps in the crowd there ...
Perhaps here and now and everywhere,
Each time I try to wipe out the past...

You and me

2008-01-09T08:24:00.000-08:00

You and me
Lock and key- each a unique entity;
Yet what's a lock without a key?

Husband

2008-01-08T09:44:00.000-08:00

Now he holds on to the bangle
Till he is fast asleep.
(Much better than a fistful of hair-
His antics to ensure I am there...)

:)

Molested in Mumbai

2008-01-02T08:42:00.000-08:00

Midnight revelry turned lewd.
Unrestrained, uninhibited...
But what's new?
Every woman has been molested.

For more, read this and this

I love low-cost planes

2008-01-01T21:49:00.000-08:00

In three hours flat,
Can reach the home I most love,
I love low-cost planes

Still around?

2008-01-01T09:54:00.001-08:00

It's been long, isn't it?
Even the past seems too distant
to be accorded the status of a 'memory'.
By any chance, are you still around?

White flowers

2008-01-01T09:38:00.000-08:00

Flowers must have bloomed in the backyard,
A white carpet of luxurious growth,
A fragrance of abundance.
Sis kept them in the glass bowl,
And giggled if I pinned those to my hair
('You look silly' she said.)
Snakes crawled under the bush,
Still Indi walked there fearless.

Even without sis and me today,
Those paras flowers still grow in the corner...
And snakes still crawl beneath;
And Indi still walks as fearless.
Baba still sleeps all day long on all his days off
And watches all the soaps that aaji sees.
Aaji, on her part, still shouts as shrill,
in between the puja each morn.
Life goes on...

Yet another beginning

2007-12-29T00:38:00.000-08:00

This year ends on a happy note,
For dear ones are close by.
This year will also regret the loss
Of some people, now the past.
Yet another mystery of being,
Yet another journey,
What holds next for you and me
now that one year is gone,
And another promises to begin?

Gone

2007-12-25T21:44:00.000-08:00

The sound of class,
The bench with names and faces,
The smell of the maroon sweater
Worn all thru winter with
just a few washes in between...
Gone.

The innocence of thought
And the naivity of reason,
The eternity of hope,
The insane, expectant season...
Gone.

The smell of Mocha,
The strawberry hukka, to be precise;
The silver earring with maroon stone
The soft grey section-C t-shirt,
The evenings in the park...
Gone.

The moment that is now
Has just lost its recency:
Each second is entering into the past.
The present, if there is anything like that-
Is long gone even before you realise-
Gone.

-GG

No Wheelchair

2007-12-25T21:38:00.000-08:00

I thought she won't walk,
But she insisted 'No wheelchair'
She toured the whole garden;

She strolled around, herself.
Seventy-nine and still going strong,
And so- 'No wheelchair!'

Tea time

2007-12-24T04:52:00.000-08:00

It's 4.30, yippee...
Let me push away the file and
Sip the yucky machine tea.

My roots

2007-12-24T04:43:00.000-08:00

The time is good and
there's not much to complain,
But am missing my roots...

Roots? There's confusion here:
Where do I belong, pray inform...
I speak gujju better

than I speak marathi, but
but I think I think in english;
(yet it suits me most

When I don't think at all...)

The time is good and
there's not much to complain, yet-
Am missing my roots
(Whatever my roots are...)

Jalsa Chhe

2007-12-24T00:58:00.000-08:00

Dalwada ane majja boss,
Amdawad, O Amdawad...
Cutting ane jalsa boss...
Amdawad, O Amdawad...

2007-12-19T05:11:00.000-08:00

He threw a bright red rose at me
I caught it in the rickshaw;
I was but three (or four may be)
And he must have been twenty.
My first romance, how I love the memory.

-Gauri Gharpure

2007-12-19T05:10:00.000-08:00

The paper boat sank down
in the muddy brown puddle of rain-
soaky memories...

-Gauri Gharpure

For me or not

2007-12-19T05:07:00.000-08:00

The cuckoo sings for me
(Or so do i think? Whatever!)
Yes, I like her song...

-Gauri Gharpure

The good ol' days

2007-12-19T05:05:00.000-08:00

A whiff of coffee
hot and strong, one winter morn:
College reminsced...

-Gauri Gharpure

Not a chance

2007-12-18T02:27:00.000-08:00

Love, Love, Love again;
You wont get yet another chance.
I again invite the pain...
Love, Love, Love again.

-Gauri Gharpure

The night learnt a lesson

2007-12-18T02:25:00.000-08:00

In that new light of
dawn, night learnt a lesson:
One must leave before it's too long.

-Gauri Gharpure

Love that once was

2007-12-18T02:19:00.000-08:00

The dried red rose
scents the pages of my past and
revokes love that once was.

-Gauri Gharpure

My soul

2007-12-18T02:16:00.000-08:00

Travelling alone
With just my memories and me
I discovered my soul

-Gauri Gharpure

I also blog at Life Rules

2007-12-17T08:59:00.000-08:00

Read Life Rules

When I get old

2007-12-17T05:32:00.000-08:00

When I age one day,
Will you be my walking stick?
And find my glasses too?

When I age one day,
Will you still love me the same,
And plant the same kiss?

When I age one day?
Will you still hold my hand and
Still praise my wrinkled face?

When I age one day,
Will you still be my alarm clock
And fight the same fights?

When I age one day,
Will you still sleep with my snores?
And wake up with me at morn?

-Gauri Gharpure

When the tree spoke

2007-12-17T05:18:00.000-08:00

I remember when
the tree spoke to me-
A wise, lush green thought.

-Gauri Gharpure

Is this love?

2007-12-17T05:16:00.000-08:00

Is this love I ask?
Or tell me what it is then;
Love, or but a mask?

-Gauri Gharpure

How Haiku Happened To Me?

2007-12-17T01:06:00.000-08:00

I have always been amused by those witty oneliners behind a truck or a rickshaw. Some are crap, but some are pure philosophy and high-intellect wrapped in the minimum possible words.

While browing the net, I came across a blog which posts under 'Haiku Fridays'. This is a Blog forum started by Christina and Jennifer

Click on the above banner and go to the Haiku Fridays site directly to read the rules, and to start your own Haiku experiment.

Here's what you need to do to write a Haiku in a nutshell:

First and third lines must have five syllables, and the middle line must have seven. That's all. You need to convey the thoughts in three lines and no more than nineteen syllables.

Though I intend to test my skills and will stick to the Haiku rules, I will take this blog to write small, sometimes rather abrupt thoughts that come to me in my times of solitude. Something that Unfinished dreams does and for which I very much love to go thru his posts...

So after this preface and all the required linking up, let's finally being the 'Short and Sweet' journey on my new blog.