Monday, January 16, 2017

Non defined

October 19, 2013 at 5:07pm

You make me come to something I cannot define,
hear you talk to me heart to heart, 
I felt we never grew apart..
It feels fonder everytime I connect to you
mesmerized by how we could stay through

The years, moments n time didnt matter
We lived through that space that was ours, 
had no idea about the hours, 

Our space, not corresponding to time of the day
we just knew and our hearts found the way

A liberation of the soul that was born to love, 
Risen above, unconditioned and reborn,
flying free and higher

That which has no word, that which has no meaning, 
means so much more than any
where we fall silent, 
yet words so many

they, which shake the being inside, 
I feel my facades fading away
as I melt into my ecstacy of vulnerable
and envelope around You,

Till our eyes fill with dew
and we merge into the stare,
not as me and you 
but a soul parted in two.

                                                                                             - Sneha Mallya 


June 20, 2013 at 11:48pm

Deep breath, a familiar smell..
smell of him.. 
the memory latches onto the smell 
till i find him.. n there he is

trace of a past long gone by, 
feelings that once maybe..
untraceable though,
but the smell..
how else would i identify

The first rains
we soaked in together,
the masala chai we cheered together
the touch of his hand 
that feeling..
i feel it no more.

How do u reference to something
which mattered so much at one point..
how does it slip away 
you are the same person,
aren't you?

But the smell haunts me
the whiff takes me back
as I sneeze away the choke of it
he crosses my path
just like time did..

The Bad Day..

January 30, 2013 at 2:23pm
This day and I exist together in this life as an on n off passionate relaitonship. As much as it wants to come into my life, I keep watching over the kerb awaiting its arrival in my well sprung, fairytale life. We hate each other,but we can't live without the other.
Just when life is fancier and dreamlike and I begin to float in my narcissistic aroma, the bad day takes things into charge and snaps me back to reality. Its the day where everything, trust me, everything goes just wrong. Miscommunication - maybe it is the villain but I shall not give it direct credit. Its the bad day that causes miscommunication to happen.
Nothing works out, what has worked out goes right out the window.. all the dearth of worst comes flying from nowhere. There is a constant need to keep on correcting what someone has to feel about me. Not one or two, just a family member but anyone or everyone I meet. Its like I can't just exist .. I need to roam around with an explanation certificate.

I can't just have a headache and take my medicine for it. I cannot acknowledge it and I should respect someone else's priorties. If I can't bend my head for you, I am worthless.The bad day wins when someone condemns me for wanting to have a coffee at whatever the fuck time of the day and I am labelled. Thats it. The bad day deserves one whack on its ass.

Gettting out my home, and my revenge mode gets activated. I have two mugs of coffee and write the most blatant writing of this time. Meet a third person and don't throw my frustration on them. I help a friend with a presentation. Lend my earphones to someone (that's huge for me). Bad day ke maa ki aankh! You can't get the worst you wanted from me.

I win. 

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Onion Rings

The marvellously versatile and irreplaceable vegetable takes a bow with its fried version.
This dish is my favorite with beer or scotch on rocks and when I want to treat myself.
High on taste and delight. In search of one this evening or might just as well create one this way.

Onion Rings