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BLACK June 9, 2009

Posted by blessjess in Trance.
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Sprawled on the bed with her face facing the textured wall, and the legs placed for the feet to face the door. Her black clothes on the dull red background provided a contrast in which her wheatish complexion stood out. Her silky hair spread across the bed crowned her head; but a few strands which chose to go downward formed the tail of the silky black crown.

She got up and looked at the ceiling for a while and then swiftly and slowly unmounted the bed; she stood and balanced herself without much effort and her steps took her to the kitchen. The heat outside the air conditioned bedroom struck her pleasantly, she let the warmth enter her and accepted it with gratitude, the warmth was comforting. The Kitchen was dark; she switched on the light; blinked; and then switched the light off. She looked out from the glass window and saw a light in the distance among the tress. The light held her gaze and she placed herself on the warm black granite slab without averting her gaze from the light. Her breathing became heavier. A thousand thoughts crossed her mind in a minute, but the next minute there was nothing, she was nothing, except a black figure sitting on the black granite staring at the light among the tall dark tress in the distance. Time…space, nothing held any meaning for her at that time. After a while she got up, dazed, her looks were hollow, her face expressionless, she walked back to the room, back to the bed…picked up the notebook lying on the side table, stretched across her hand to pick up the pen lying on the other side of bed and wrote this.

Punjabi by Nature May 21, 2009

Posted by blessjess in Lifestyle, People.
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(No intended mockery, just a peek-a-boo into a Punjabi wedding from my eyes) 

A colossal farmhouse situated far from the city and undoubtedly it would take you at least an hour to reach there no matter where you live. On the way you just might get confused as to where are you actually heading to as you would be driving on a highway at night among those horrendous trucks but one diminutive thought to your attire will bring you back to reality. Finally you somehow manage to reach your destination, partially aware and partially ignorant of what lies ahead. You step down from the car and while uncreasing your wrinkled outfit you put on a facsimile smile almost instantaneously as you see a relative. The parking which is generally positioned at a comparatively higher level than the main party area, gives you an overview of the throng of ‘sardars’,their turbans in shades of black, grey and blue with a few odd ones in red or maroon accompanied by their wives dressed in multitude of colors.

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I ran and I ran, I was looking for me… May 16, 2009

Posted by blessjess in Poems.
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I came across a tree,
I wondered how tall it could be,
A tall man standing underneath the tree, the sky, the clouds and the sun.
The sun and its rays, with which the iron blazed,
and a tiny plant raised for its feed.

I am blazed…I need my feed,
I hear a voice that haunts me,
another one that taunts me,
Waves go through the untouched, unrippled mind,
waking me up with a jolt.
Its just words, just words…
were they just words which touched me so deeply?
but there was more which went to the core and its still here,
there is more, more than just words which caresses me so profoundly,
but somewhere its just a brush, which leaves me craving for more;
I hog onto it, then I slog to put it away,
but it returns in full bloom with a new charm.

The screen appears and the tree disappears,
The tree flashes…with the beat of my eye lashes.
The eyes relax and in the darkness, the silver leaves of the tree come back,
the closed eyes search for more,
there is something lurking behind that door…
Open the door…Open!…the voice says,
Its open now, its virtual now.
The tree is gone and the screen is on and I move on…
Blurred by exploration, doubting my courage and conviction,
I wonder shall I leave the door open?
I see a glimpse of the world from the creaks in the door,
but am I ready for more?

Drenched in sweat, after a dance with zest,
I lay down on the floor and stare at the moving fan ,
the evaporating sweat feels cool…but then a chill runs through me and tells me – I wanna be free…

The sounds, the voices, the words, the touch, the spark, the glow and the afterglow, soaks me in…
I am drowned, I am deep there, but then I surface and get a taste of reality…bitter, sweet,bitter…
The two states coalesce, blesses me with a solidifying grace;
Now the tree and screen are one.
The darkness falls in the blues, among the white…appears a thought loose;
Am I ‘one’? Am I free? Am I ‘me’?

I ran and I ran and I am still running….(to be free…to be ‘me’)

branching life

(P.S – my second attempt at poetry, the first was shared with one or two individuals only…this one was written in a trance like state, 2 lines…I slept for 5 min…another few lines another 5 min sleep…it was weird and this is what I came up with)