Tell Me No More of Enchanted Days

After the very dark and violent 'Squid Game', I moved to a very light and romantic Italian series called 'An Astrological Guide to Broken Hearts'. As the name suggests, it's about a single woman wading her way through men of different zodiac signs, guided by her bisexual astrologer friend. It's based on a book, but the plot to us seems very familiar. The three and a half torture marathon that was 'What's your Rashee?', which was in turn based on 'Mister Yogi' on Doordarshan, where he decides to find a bride after seeing women from all the zodiac signs. Now there are some people who will never watch this kind of stuff. The world is solemnly divided into those who are into astrology and those who aren't. I for one, like most women, fall into the first category.  Men, for a purely scientific reason don't believe in it. Just like a full moon could hit them smack in the face and they couldn't see it. Or not knowing ever what gift to bu

 'Come on. It's a long climb to the top,' screamed R excitedly. I huffed and puffed. Make me walk all day, I'll do it. Trekking was just not my thing. S walked behind me. The three of us in a row. R leading in the front, as always. S smiled at me. 'I'm walking behind because if you fall I can catch you.' 'You are too sweet paaji,' I said. I meant it. He really was one of the nicest people I had ever met. S and R were best friends. Right now they were pumped up on adrenaline. We were making our way to their old boarding school. Memory is a funny thing. It exagerrates our emotions and makes us sappy. R turned behind and looked at me. 'Do you know I always wanted to take you to Dagshai right? This is pretty big for me. I'm sharing my soul with you.' 'I know. I'm excited too. It's just that with my sickness and my haemoglobin hovering between 6 and 7, I get tired very fast.' 'We will try to go slow,' said S. Twenty min

 It isn't always about seeing. Sometimes it's about knowing If what you see is as it is supposed To be. What you know is exactly What you see. Eye patients  Don't invoke any sympathy. We look fine. You don't see  What we see when we look in the mirror, Blurred or surreal, a vampire eye Staring back at you. As if you ate Up beauty itself, you are like A balloon filled to the brim  With endless days of hiding from the sun, Of looking so deep within that on days You feel you could explode with so much Of yourself. But you aren't tired. Not at all. Inner vision calls you and other worlds Become your friends; other people Look like auras. So beautiful, so lonely. You want to hug everyone  And their sad glowing innards. You are not sad, not sad. Some day you will see just like  Everyone else. You will see So much more. You will be healed Of the misery of bright lights flashed Into you, the endless stinging drops poured into Your insights. You will see each new day, Just a

  Go easy my love. Go easy on me. Go easy on you. Waters so calm  So icy blue deep Storm's passed over, Wreckage swirled sweetly Floated, fished, fallen Disappeared out of sight. It was a tough night Of pushing and shoving Of breaking and bending You showed up, That's all that matters Each time in stilletos, Your lucky charm bracelet, Dangling from your wrist As you went to holy war. Unzipped your leather jacket, And showed me what lied underneath. Go easy my love, Go easy on me. Go easy on you. Walking on seashells Ain't a habit, Each time the pinch, Slippery slope slidin' Peeled your heel this time Went on too far  For way too less. It's alright baby. I did what I could. Can't you see? Harbour's still close Can get the help we need. Drop anchor, drop It down, stop, stall, seize Land ahoy me mate. Map's on my lap, and you. Your hair spreads thin, It stays, how it breathes Close your eyes, put a finger Any place, you and me. Start again honey,  Let's

  Is the words you try to fill in, To cover up vast, empty spaces. The ghosts in the corner you refuse To acknowledge because if you do, They will steal your steel like strength And break your self declared pride. It's the days spent hiding far away from pain, The same places that once held flutters Of the heart, now subdued into silence. Do you admit you're not alone, just lonely? What difference does it make if you speak? When even the things you say are unheard, As if you never even said them at all. Blank is the colour of vaccum, where Nothing moves and nothing stays. The in between journey of an honest voice, Thrown excitedly into a phone handset from one end, But never made it through to the other.