Dancing amongst the Moonrays

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Let us play
on a moonlit night
with the falling rays
that barely illumine.

I want to
mould your hands
into indescribable shapes
and create shadows
that tell our tale.

 

Photo courtesy Khushboo. :)

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By the Riverside

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Abandoned
on a forgotten
stretch of land,
I sink into
the murky, silt.

Hidden
amongst the damp,
muck and grime,
I am
resigned – to my fate.

Destined
to go unseen,
unheard
and unknown
to my grave.

Overflowing
with the hope
of a young bride,
I was offered up
as  a sacrifice.

She
floated me
into the river stream
to sink
into the deep .

But,
the waves
did not agree
and pushed me
awry.

Empty,
broken,
dirty.
I am lost,
forgotten, weary.

Bereft
of any hope…
I waste away
in the sand.

Meandering,
trying and inching
through the unyielding land
the river embraces me.

I am returned to my destiny.

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Notes on a Scandal – A Review

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It is not often that a book moves me to the extent of writing a review while I’m still halfway into the book. Most of my reviews are written after a mulling over of the text and culling of my emotions so that I can truly focus on the things that mattered. It also helps me decide how I really feel about the book as compared to how I felt about it when I finished the book.

However, Notes on a Scandal, demanded a different treatment. For a book that I’d thought of as  a light read, this book is a whirlpool of psychological nuances. In this work of fiction, Zoe Heller forced me to look beyond the obviousness of most human interactions into the constant stream of thoughts that go on in the person’s head. If Woolf’s To The Lighthouse embraces the stream of consciousness that persists in our brains at any point of time, Heller’s Notes on a Scandal depicts how thoughts define our actions and how our perceptions are more of an insight into us than the person we are perceiving in a certain manner.

While the premise of the book is that of adultery committed by a woman with her student, it is not the most compelling, or even entertaining, part of the book. Barbara, the narrator of the story, is the real protagonist of the story. While it would be incorrect to blame her for Sheba’s transgressions, she is the reason the story unfolds the way that it does. Zoe Heller has done a remarkable job of creating a friend who seeks nothing but her “friend’s” destruction. We’ve all felt envy towards our friends at some point of time or the other and occasionally, we’ve all met people like Barbara in our lives. This novel gives an all new dimension to the word “frenemy.” Notes on a Scandal is a story of how one wrong person’s influence can shred a tapestry of life woven over the years. The novel highlights the importance of understanding the people we choose to let into our inner circle and constantly weighing their impact on situations and relations that are important to us. It is a cautionary tale of how easily we can misread people’s intentions and ignore their obvious effect on our lives – to disastrous ends.

What really comes through is the honest portrayal of characters, all of whom are shades of grey that veer heavily towards the black. We’ve all held the moral high ground when people around us have erred. Our righteousness stems from our cowardice to accept how we may have made mistakes ourselves. We allow others’ mistakes to justify all of our transgressions and this book unflinchingly portrays that. We see Sheba as merely the mirror for all of everyone else’s hypocrisy instead of being the catalyst for their behaviour. Notes on a Scandal is simply a narration of people and their lives. A narration we would be foolish to ignore.

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Unafraid

Thunder,
lightning
and
the path ahead
is
empty,
frightening.

Outside the window –
darkness
dominates the sky.

You tense
slightly
just as the sun
bids
a final goodbye.

No person,
no house
for miles around.

No gps ,
no network,
any second now
you’ll start to worry
and be filled with doubt.

No way towards
the highway
we’re all but lost.

Thunderstorms,
in the middle
of
nowhere
are
one of my
worst nightmares.

And yet, I’m unafraid.

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Coffee camaraderie

I see your gaze
slither
to my face,
whenever I stir
from the book
in my hands.

I see you look away
from your screen
ever so slightly
towards where I sit.

I catch you
sneak a peak
repeatedly.

And…
just as I think
you’ll never make a move
you do.

Dear stranger
at the coffee shop –
I enjoyed meeting you
and
I didn’t regret
the invasion of privacy.

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March 21, 2014 · 1:19 pm

Sleepyhead

Sleep laden eyes,
sluggish movements.
A lazy smile on her lips
while her head bobs
from side to side.

Lost to the world,
unadorned of wiles.

She has never been more beautiful.

Inspired by a video of my aunt’s niece who fell asleep while listening to nursery rhymes. Every time her head would bob to one side, she’d shake her head and pop it back up on her arms. Repeatedly. While sleeping. Much cuteness. :)

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Silence…

It’s torturous
to have a nightmare
when I can
turn to you no more.

Would you talk
if I finally called?

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