Glass

I can see you through a layer of thin glass. The glass reflects your past and the unknown present and you show me just what you have. You have time, body, emotions and nothing. If I were on the other side of the window, I would have missed on some valuable information on you. None the less, you are adorable.

Shringi
15/ 06/ 2010

Way

Living

I wonder how living is so important. To observe the beauty and dive into it, to acknowledge its filth and ignore it. To be a part of the free ocean. I dont know what our little lives are made up of, but it sure is incomplete. I believe, am sure that its going to be the same all life. Few fights, versions of love, confusion, guessing, laughter, boredom, pain and a series of breath. Thats why you are invited, all of you. Be intimate, intimidating, stupid, entertaining, play whatever character you want to, I dont wish to control too much. Why shall I even think of tomorrow when it doesnt really exist. I pretend too much to be scared cause I think its nice and simple to be so. Being brave gets too involving at times. What I want from any of you - knowledge, which you dont have, I want to know all your secrets which are not really secrets as you are an open book. All of us are open books, the readers too. We wait to be read not realising that our stories are the same which makes us too boring to be read. Aren't we mysterious to people who seek mystery? Yes, we are. Its not really our choice to show, the seeker is picking hints to spin his own story, to satisfy his hunger, to fill up his void. The secret is that this life never ends, we swap characters and build towards more existence, there is no separation, life and death are sisters, they sing hand in hand.

Shringi
15 - 06 – 10

Way

You really dont know when the door you are looking for is going to open. But I find it timid to knock each door I see. I would rather walk a random path irrespective of obstacles or doors. I wish to land in a land I know nothing about but be an expert which for that land is ordinary. You, you and you can hold my hand but believe me I dont know where I will take you and will sense less when your hands swap with unknown travelers.

Play your role. Make sure you are paid when the show is over. I am not in favor of taking favors. Thank you.

Shringi
June 15 2010

American beauty 1999

I am in the middle of this movie American beauty and I cant help getting disgusted. I havent seen a better bunch of losers. they dont know who they are, what they want, why they want it, do they really want what they dont know. I am going to finish it and not talk about it ever.

After 3/4 of the movie. Its actually good, but too striking

10 mins away from the end and I am not happy seeing what I am seeing. Truth adulterates my imagination.

The movie is over. It was good.

Shringi
15 June 2010

I am in emotions

beauty!
simple, more sad
music falls into place
ken expands
what kind of an enemy
this wisdom is
feeding the brain with unwanted arrays
I am in emotions
dimensions are useless

beauty!
special, more abstract
dance follows the beats spread
sky bends
what kind of a dilemma
this freedom is
crafting chiliad unwanted doors for the soul to escape
I am in emotions
delineations, need to be perfect.

Shringi
June 14, 2010

Uljhan

Is uljhan ke bahar
mai kaise aa giri
pyari si kahani
kyu khatam ho gayi
ab khud ko kis uljhan
ke jhoole mei jhulau
kaise is jhooth mooth ki sachai
ko dobara dhundhla banau

Shringi
June 14, 2010

Har rang ki kahani

Soch ke unchue pehlu mei doobi
mai, is natak ki abhinetri
dhoondhti hu
har rang mei ek kahani
sochti hu ki dhadkano ki is mala mei
kuch to raaz hoga
jo tum bekhabar, sunte ho
jo mai bekhabar, sunati
har rang ki meri hi koi kahani

jin panno pe tumhari tasveer thi
uspe to rang, kala gir gaya
un panno ko saaf karti
mai sochti ki tumhara rang asli kya hai
wohi jo maine samjha
ya wo jo tumne samjhaya

Is natak ki mai keval ek abhinetri
rang mere kirdar ka darpan
mai rango ki kahani nahi.

Shringi
07 June 2010

On an occasion

Insanity, be my judge
Expressions, my stage
People, philosophy
Playgoers, stray

I shall dive into my web of colors
sing songs of dismay
I shall laugh at the applause
and cry in rhymes I make
By tricks I shall lure insanity
By art, life.
I exist
but, lets keep that silent

I am happy
the carving is different
I look pleased - unsatisfied
but I am hoping to be content.

Shringi
April 30, 2010