Nothing more.

There once lived and loved two people.
They saw each other and fell in love, just the moment next
She was beautiful, his only desire
He was smart, with a heart on fire
Their love would never tire.

They enjoyed spending time together

Each minute was a joy ride, then.

They kissed with passion

Looked into each others eyes with devotion.

A year and a half

A grin for the others laugh

They spoke much less now

Things had changed so, they did not know how.

Burnt like a flame,
Their love was quite extinguished Now
And the animalistic love that they shared
Sheer passion ,was driven no longer
For she had lost her sheen and he his fire
On a course of pointless chatter and sex
They would retire

It took them long to realise,
That they were but animals
Seeking each other in flesh
And nothing more,
Nothing more.

A Walk to warmth

You look nice everywhere, With that simple smile that you wear, With that simple bindi
Unsophisticated
Undone
And untouched.
That sheen on your face,With a bit of sweat ; Flowing and glowing Seamlessly
Like a smooth song
From the sixties
That strand of hair that hangs below your ears and boomerangs it’s way almost out onto your face. Your small curved ears
Perfect in all its curvatures
You look beautiful when it snows.That shade of white under your brows

A violent night under a starry snow sky

Every ounce of your body

And every ounce of mine: Seeking each other’s heat
Your face looked pale and neat
But that was until we held hands and felt our bodies take in all the heat
Your face looked as warm as Chennai then
Giving me heat.
To cuddle your warm body
In the snow
Blanketed and rounded inside a sleeping bag
And to sleep with my eyes open,Is my most revered want , at this moment in time
I hope you are well and fine
And smiling.

 

Thoughts from a sleepless night

Wondering what’s up in your head
While you’re lying in your bed
Riding through today and tomorrow
And all that is ahead.

There’s a swimmer from the gold mine playing catfish all the time
A river flowing on through the writer’s pen saying things of all kinds
A voice leading nowhere but speaking of things long due
Wondering what’s up in your head
I wish I knew.

There’s a dancer playing cymbals
moving all about the floor
Waiting for a clap
To a song he’s never heard before
Then he wonders what’s up in your head
I wish I knew.

There are words hanging up high
From the clouds and from the ceiling
Coarse, false and treacherous
And often revealing
I wonder what’s up in my head
I wish I knew.
-Anirudh Shankaran

The Un-named realm.

Sometime in the night, probably after 11 ( considering the empty roads, where we were). There were about four people in the car. You were driving, I was behind in the middle, Mir was in the front seat and someone else was there beside me at the back ( I cant quite remember). You were driving like a man gone bonkers. Every second it felt like we were going to die. You couldn’t just maneuver in straight lines, you had to bloody go as close as you could to the median, the street lights, the cars parked on the side. It was unclear at first, where we were headed. You kept driving (at God knows what speed. But really fast).

It was nearing dawn for some crooked reason, hadn’t felt like it had been 5 odd hours in the car (But fuck logic, I am a dream). Little blue glimpses of the Sun around the curb of the horizon. The other side of the horizon was still in the dark.

The car had finally stopped. I sighed for a bit, thanking all the gods for having kept me alive through that ride. (Thanks to you).

There was nobody. Not a soul there. It wasn’t strange that there was nobody there. For it was stupid to expect people to be awake and in the bustle at 5 AM in the morning. That was not surprising.
We walked a few steps ahead to find ourselves in a dark,dark woody forest. There was no light at all. The canopy of the trees there was such. It was cold, unexpectedly cold.

Although it was summer, the whole place had a pretty sulking, life-less scenery to it. There were no insects constantly lining our ear drums, no birds chirping- Nothing. It was hard to believe that it was summer in that place. This eerie air spread through all the elements there in this woody forest. The trees, the bushes, the leaves of fall. All. Of them marked with this eerie countenance. We stayed there in the darkness of the woods for awhile. None of us felt too thrilled to be there. So we moved on.

Outside the woods, the sun had risen already. Orange rays had surrounded everything, the roads, the buildings, the skies. everything but the woods. As we stepped outside the woods, we felt relieved in a way (Like I felt when I got down from the car after you had driven). The terrain was plateau-like. The woods were situated on a high, plateau while everything else was down below in the plains. We walked down outside the woods, bright with the sun, ready for some fun.

We stumbled onto a few bamboo trees that were all over the place. (As it is, wherever there is bamboo there is dampness) This place was damp. Moist as fuck. We could feel all the moisture get stuck onto our skins. The smell of something moist, hidden, shady was filling the air. We took a few steps forward, trampling on shed-bamboo leaves.
There was a pond. And all around it was cold air, again. It was nice to feel the pleasant cold air there. But again here for some reason, there were no signs of life.
We had had enough of that place, the cold air, the life-less trees. We passed the pond onto a bridge-like structure. Its like those bridges made for irrigation canals. We sat there a while, took some pictures and spoke about the happenings of our yesterdays.

It was 7 or 8 probably, judging by the light of the sun. We had planned to return (to wherever we were to return,) by 8. So we moved our asses from that place with intent and walked forward.

To our astonishment, there . Right there in the middle of the forest, was a Big, Rusted red gate. It was surprising. The woods, A secret pond, bamboo forests and then a gate. Seemed very out of place, but mystifying. What was funnier and a matter of curiosity was that it still had a rusted lock on it. It was a unanimous vote. We didn’t speak but like all the things that is understood in a group of boys, we walked onto the gate and jumped over its sides to the other side.

As soon as we entered, we froze. Stood there in silence and in awe. It was inviting but also scary as shit. There was a singleton Grave-stone with no name on it. Well, if that were a grave-yard it would have been fine (the sun was already up 😛 What can you be fearful of when in the light? 😛 ) but there were some un-named, un-stoned 😛 mounds (probable graves) around that singleton grave stone. We stood there gazing with our mouths open. I think we all said ‘What the fuck is going on?’ at the same time in our minds*.
The singleton grave stone and the mounds were all lined to our right. Our POV stood there, frozen and still toward the right for sometime.
But….
When we turned to the left…
There was a 10-foot hole. A big hole. a pond like hole. At first we hesitated to go look into the hole. But then were too curious to shun it away. We went to the hole in unison..
As we took simpler, smaller steps toward the hole there was a stench, a rot in the air. it grew as we got closer. And once we were there and our heads peeking into the hole….
There was a blue carpet rolled around and sticking out of it was a fucking skull!
There was no grave, no name, no stone to inform us of this dead-being. That stench and that skull-face hasn’t ever shy-ed away from resurfacing in my dreams. Although my dream ended there, experiences from this death-hole still stay in my eyes and my memory.

Just a song,

I’m just an empty song
Inked on invisible sheets
Waiting for words to fill
All the silence in my world.

I’m just an empty song
Lying in the dark
upon a bed untouched
Waiting for someone to read me.

I’m just an empty song,
Stuck within the walls of a mind
Yearning to speak out
On the radio.

I’m just an empty song,
Unsure of the words that would fill me
If, they ever fulfill me.

I’m just an empty song,
Yearning to know how it feels to be full –
With verses to aid the soul
And tunes to make me whole.
-Anirudh Shankaran.

From last night.

In the shadows of a dream,
I woke up ;
Vague memories
And fresh emotions
A reminder of all my past devotions.

A sense of unrest settles
As I lay down again
Into this bed, my present
I only wish to be there, now again
In the shadows of yesterday
Brimming with emotions
And all my past devotions.

It’s funny how a place loses its sheen
When it’s people are lost ;
Empty memories of children playing in the sun,
Having fun,
Always on the run
The past is now done.

I wish I hadn’t come here,
I wish they had been–
All the people that made this place
The castle that homed my dreams.
-Anirudh Shankaran.

And all  the travellers, loners, roamers, weepers, drinkers, excessive thinkers
Are  doubly blessed
For they know how much the past costs
 And How long a memory lasts.

Swallowed Words

Swallowed words
That hang high from the ceiling
Are quite revealing.

Where are all the words you swallowed?
Is it in your heart that is all but hollowed

Where are you going?
To a world where your tongue runs free?
Can’t you see?
Oh, Cant you see?
This is the only place you’re ever gonna be.

Swallowed words
That you failed to say
Will haunt you in the day
You can’t turn them away
All the words you failed to say.

Where are you going?
To a place far away?
Where your heart longs to stay
Where your tongue can very well say
All that it pleases
Oh, can’t you see
Can’t you see
This is the only place you’re ever gonna be.
-Anirudh Shankaran

The night the poets reigned

 

And that night the poets reigned
Not in published books or verses
Not in words or tunes sang
But in the grim darkness of an alley
Serving out a meal to the poor,
Speaking to a boy of fourteen who was left out in the open alone,

That night the poets reigned
Not in published books or verses
Not in words or tunes sang
But in the way they lived (& Loved).

-Anirudh Shankaran