Life Stick. Life Stop.

Life stick
Life please stop
ugly/pretty
you are here
your lovely baritone
should never elope
Life, come on, lets smoke
Life, come on, lets crack some funny joke
everyone's alone
so u my life, be with me
Life, you stick.
Life, you stop.
make tomorrow, today
and the day after, yesterday
and like that move ahead
they all have ugly girlfriends;
a failed marriage
so life, come on lets smoke
let us crack some ultra funny joke
I win yesterdays match
and celebrate a success every other day
I flunk so often
and play a sorrowful piano
all - all the time
so Life, why don't you stop.
Life, I learn a newer lesson everyday
realising I have one less day to do my play
Life, stick; Life, stop
Just stay where you are
I will be right back.

Shringi
22 November 2009

They say its my birthday

She visits again

She is here
Sublime
Long silky hair
Smooth skin, unbound, fair
Depth in her voice
Charm in her noise
She enlivens the place
Her eyes
A maze

She is here
Devout
Dainty smile
Silent gestures, distant, fragile
Story in her walk
Sympathy in her mock
She rings like bells
Her purity
Sea shells

She is here
With her mysterious grace
She is here
To take us all in her space
She is here
Bewildering, content
She is here
And I cant wish for anything else


Shringi
17 November, 2009

Bright

STOP.
This speed is crazy
The light is too bright
The roads too clear
Stop, we must.
Its way too risky,
when things are ideal.

Risk is my lover
Life, its slave
If I stop
I will have to betray

Betray?
You say, you are loyal to death?
and life,
do you have no owes?
You are a man
Your world is a game
You worship your end
You forget your present

Two words from you
and wisdom flows
...
Risk is my lover
Ardor, an oath

Stop. Open your eyes.

I wish I could
but,
its a little too bright

Shringi
17 Novemeber, 2009

Open up

Your wings,
they are.
And yes,
the sky tonight
is all dressed.
Fly.
The night
might never again be so perfect.
Here, you are stranded,
high up,
its full of friends.
Take the leap
I see no harm.
Open up.
If, you fall
I am right here
till the very last.

Shringi
17, November 2009

Photography

photography:
my lens at times is my mirror which shows me my shades as I look through it.. And then is a race where I have to catch the best and worst of myself. I click randomly; at times finding myself unacceptable and at others beautiful.... I am a journey and my shots a proof of my existence.

photography:
and then I was thinking about photography; when I realized that no two moments repeat; and missing any is a crime.

photography:
I wonder if I didnt capture the shots of the lightening that night; nobody would ever know it happened other than the few who witnessed it with ignorance.... I wonder if I dont capture the lightnings in the nights of my life no one would ever know that they happened other than the few who witness it with ignorance.