My love for you began with a stutter,
Like the crunchy taste of the peanut butter.
I lusted for the spice in your eyes.
Just as I shredded the red meat of its vice.
My love for you was hard to tuck-in,
Like the dripping chocolate over bluberry muffin.
Let's dig our teeth deep into this heaven,
And smell like the cheese burnt straight from the oven!
Our appetite always seasoned with clove,
Mixing it with the red chillies simmering on the stove.
I stir some passion and tone it down.
Before I knew, our dish had become the flavour of the town.
Divya Jha.
22.04.2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
A Distant Thought On A Lonely Afternoon!
You came to me on a winter's night/ The chill in my bones were deeper than your dimple.
Like a half moon on your red cheeks/ Your dimples I remember.
As I pass by the shore today/ a distant thought clings to me.
Like a troubled mother I try and leave/ Like a stubborn child it holds on..
I give in an think, of a time not long ago...
Our excitement consumed the day/ Our passion ate the night away.
How moist our touch, How tender the feel/ Always ready to break out on the surface.
And we too eager to hide beneath.
Giggling we hid/ Under the covers, behind the frames.
But the sound of the giggle always remained.
It's time to look for walls again/ brick ones this time, i say please
The wooden ones leaked with my stories/ The neighborhood smelt of me
A tiny whole gave away my secrets/ If not for these wretched walls...
Oh! bring them down, i say bring them down/ But then again how lost i would be without them
So I say brick ones please/ I 'd like to think of them as brown...
Divya Jha.
20.08.2009
Like a half moon on your red cheeks/ Your dimples I remember.
As I pass by the shore today/ a distant thought clings to me.
Like a troubled mother I try and leave/ Like a stubborn child it holds on..
I give in an think, of a time not long ago...
Our excitement consumed the day/ Our passion ate the night away.
How moist our touch, How tender the feel/ Always ready to break out on the surface.
And we too eager to hide beneath.
Giggling we hid/ Under the covers, behind the frames.
But the sound of the giggle always remained.
It's time to look for walls again/ brick ones this time, i say please
The wooden ones leaked with my stories/ The neighborhood smelt of me
A tiny whole gave away my secrets/ If not for these wretched walls...
Oh! bring them down, i say bring them down/ But then again how lost i would be without them
So I say brick ones please/ I 'd like to think of them as brown...
Divya Jha.
20.08.2009
An After thought!
I wanted to count the stars tonight,
You wanted to drink till there was light.
My fingers too few for the night above
Your words too much for our new found love.
I thought we'd drink from the wine colored days,
And when you'd leave, I'd lock them up in a case...
Now the keys of that box trouble me.
Not knowing where to throw them away,
I came up with a brilliant plan,
I saw how the caterpillar turns
and not one butterfly ever mourns...
You made me into that brilliant view,
I turned into something more.
Not knowing when you ceased to be,
I thought it was only me...
But then when i turned around,
I knew what made that sound,
what kept me up so late,
and what made for that breath taking view!
Oh! it was you, it was you! it was you!
And now i know i could have turned,
Not into a butterfly as I thought i earned,
How quick the image brakes,
I try to put on my lovely shoes,
the stars on which reminded me of you...
I wanted to count the stars above,
I forgot the ones I had below..
How you wanted to drink all night, '
And I fussed and fussed about the light!
I wish I had a drink or two,
Then I would have seen the stars in you...
For you were my moon and my countless stars
A pity! I threw everything that was ours.
The mind never so rotten,
The heart never so raw!
How pitiable my story..
But now I hardly worry,
I fall back on that empty chair,
It seemed we had an eternity to share.
How colorful the moments of that by gone time,
Alas! My words are desperate to rhyme...
Divya Jha,
21.08.09.
You wanted to drink till there was light.
My fingers too few for the night above
Your words too much for our new found love.
I thought we'd drink from the wine colored days,
And when you'd leave, I'd lock them up in a case...
Now the keys of that box trouble me.
Not knowing where to throw them away,
I came up with a brilliant plan,
I saw how the caterpillar turns
and not one butterfly ever mourns...
You made me into that brilliant view,
I turned into something more.
Not knowing when you ceased to be,
I thought it was only me...
But then when i turned around,
I knew what made that sound,
what kept me up so late,
and what made for that breath taking view!
Oh! it was you, it was you! it was you!
And now i know i could have turned,
Not into a butterfly as I thought i earned,
How quick the image brakes,
I try to put on my lovely shoes,
the stars on which reminded me of you...
I wanted to count the stars above,
I forgot the ones I had below..
How you wanted to drink all night, '
And I fussed and fussed about the light!
I wish I had a drink or two,
Then I would have seen the stars in you...
For you were my moon and my countless stars
A pity! I threw everything that was ours.
The mind never so rotten,
The heart never so raw!
How pitiable my story..
But now I hardly worry,
I fall back on that empty chair,
It seemed we had an eternity to share.
How colorful the moments of that by gone time,
Alas! My words are desperate to rhyme...
Divya Jha,
21.08.09.
A Deaperate Prayer Of A Reporter...
The phone rang unusually early,
My head still tipsy, my hair too curly!
It had rained heavily last night.
I thought I could be late for work, if I liked.
I knew it couldn't be the rain, but that's exactly why the call came!
The water had filled all the drains,
And alas! it was time for me to take some stains.
Time to talk about this yearly pain,
To repeat things over and over again!
How poor the infrastructure, how callous the government.
How ill-prepared is Delhi,
How irresponsible is Sheila
The common wealth games looked like an uphill task,
Yet no one was bothered enough to ask?
And there sat my anchor inside his studio,
Expecting me to know, the last millimeter of rain.
Wanting me to get inside some drain!
What brilliant coverage it would make;
How easily would the audience shake!
The only thought that came to my mind,
There already exist a hundred channels of a different kind!
They all were deep inside the drain,
For all you know, till it rained!
Why then I must get into one,
Especially when there was nothing to be gained,
And nothing to be won!
Oh! Anchor, My Anchor!
Please do not make me roll
For what might become of me If I fell in some hole?
No army shall come to rescue me,
To be treated like the Prince,
Was not why I was born
And that's why with this thought I couldn't go on!
Therefore I plead upon you Dear Lord,
Make me into a tadpole or something of that sort,
And then throw me inside a hole,
For that would make me live my whim,
Being a tadpole, at least I could swim...
Divya Jha.
21.08.09
My head still tipsy, my hair too curly!
It had rained heavily last night.
I thought I could be late for work, if I liked.
I knew it couldn't be the rain, but that's exactly why the call came!
The water had filled all the drains,
And alas! it was time for me to take some stains.
Time to talk about this yearly pain,
To repeat things over and over again!
How poor the infrastructure, how callous the government.
How ill-prepared is Delhi,
How irresponsible is Sheila
The common wealth games looked like an uphill task,
Yet no one was bothered enough to ask?
And there sat my anchor inside his studio,
Expecting me to know, the last millimeter of rain.
Wanting me to get inside some drain!
What brilliant coverage it would make;
How easily would the audience shake!
The only thought that came to my mind,
There already exist a hundred channels of a different kind!
They all were deep inside the drain,
For all you know, till it rained!
Why then I must get into one,
Especially when there was nothing to be gained,
And nothing to be won!
Oh! Anchor, My Anchor!
Please do not make me roll
For what might become of me If I fell in some hole?
No army shall come to rescue me,
To be treated like the Prince,
Was not why I was born
And that's why with this thought I couldn't go on!
Therefore I plead upon you Dear Lord,
Make me into a tadpole or something of that sort,
And then throw me inside a hole,
For that would make me live my whim,
Being a tadpole, at least I could swim...
Divya Jha.
21.08.09
I Still Don't Know What To Call Thee?
I woke up with something from the night before,
The eyes puffy, The body sore.
Red nail paint spilled all over my toe,
A dash of burgundy, a mix of brown,
the strands together lay on my pillow.
Going green with envy, the mirror cracked,
It wasn't just the moment but a life that was trapped.
Mine was a morning of screaming rain-bow,
So what if it were competing with some melodramatic show?
Our rainbows went to war at once,
For the victor shall have that one last dance.
The old maids' tale came haunting by.
Deceiving Desdimona not knowing why?
The music stopped long ago
leading me to my death row.
Telling us, what we already know:
You must reap as you sow.
Divya Jha
23.08.09
The eyes puffy, The body sore.
Red nail paint spilled all over my toe,
A dash of burgundy, a mix of brown,
the strands together lay on my pillow.
Going green with envy, the mirror cracked,
It wasn't just the moment but a life that was trapped.
Mine was a morning of screaming rain-bow,
So what if it were competing with some melodramatic show?
Our rainbows went to war at once,
For the victor shall have that one last dance.
The old maids' tale came haunting by.
Deceiving Desdimona not knowing why?
The music stopped long ago
leading me to my death row.
Telling us, what we already know:
You must reap as you sow.
Divya Jha
23.08.09
Fixing Fortunes...
It doesn't happen so often now,
but I see you.
In a moment that is fleeting,
reminds me of those love meetings.
And you look the same
across the room, I would know.
Those pair of eyes, your laughing eyes.
We aren't tied by love
but etched into each other by past.
As life runs smooth, memory too floats with it
a parallel life, if you like.
Oh! look at that!
You painted it white.
All of this just to hide.
Let them be, I say let them be.
It's an old corner, a forgotten street.
No directions, saying 'within ten feet'.
Why not stop for a moment
close your eyes,
and take my hand.
we'll walk by those sweet nothings,
I'd like to get a bagful of fortune
the cookies, you once so loved;
with a finger tip the crust would crack,
spilling our fate on the plate.
We'll cheat this time.
Let nothing change our minds.
Keep cracking, keep spilling,
this time, we won't be satisfied.
As the cookie crumbles,
the pieces everywhere,
I have carried them forever,
but now my shoulders say never.
This time I want my luck!
To wear and to carry.
No more crumbs, no more pieces.
This time I want my happy forever after,
and the rest we can decide later.
So go on, my love! Go on!
don't stop, keep cracking, keep spilling.
Divya Jha
28.08.09
but I see you.
In a moment that is fleeting,
reminds me of those love meetings.
And you look the same
across the room, I would know.
Those pair of eyes, your laughing eyes.
We aren't tied by love
but etched into each other by past.
As life runs smooth, memory too floats with it
a parallel life, if you like.
Oh! look at that!
You painted it white.
All of this just to hide.
Let them be, I say let them be.
It's an old corner, a forgotten street.
No directions, saying 'within ten feet'.
Why not stop for a moment
close your eyes,
and take my hand.
we'll walk by those sweet nothings,
I'd like to get a bagful of fortune
the cookies, you once so loved;
with a finger tip the crust would crack,
spilling our fate on the plate.
We'll cheat this time.
Let nothing change our minds.
Keep cracking, keep spilling,
this time, we won't be satisfied.
As the cookie crumbles,
the pieces everywhere,
I have carried them forever,
but now my shoulders say never.
This time I want my luck!
To wear and to carry.
No more crumbs, no more pieces.
This time I want my happy forever after,
and the rest we can decide later.
So go on, my love! Go on!
don't stop, keep cracking, keep spilling.
Divya Jha
28.08.09
No More Tales! Just Fair and Tall!
I tried to think of the fairytale,
pretty pink complexions and white that was pale.
The story of Cinderella and the Rapunzel,
Good girls who despite temptations never fell.
I turned the page one after the other,
full of dragons, the witches and the evil mother.
While one had the dwarfs for rescue
The other had to pass the test of shoe,
One gave her tresses so fair,
all in the hope to find her perfect pair.
Oh! Mother cut my hair,
make me lose my shoe,
cast a spell, or poison me
Do something, or give me pain that makes me wince,
or how shall I ever find my perfect prince.
pretty pink complexions and white that was pale.
The story of Cinderella and the Rapunzel,
Good girls who despite temptations never fell.
I turned the page one after the other,
full of dragons, the witches and the evil mother.
While one had the dwarfs for rescue
The other had to pass the test of shoe,
One gave her tresses so fair,
all in the hope to find her perfect pair.
Oh! Mother cut my hair,
make me lose my shoe,
cast a spell, or poison me
Do something, or give me pain that makes me wince,
or how shall I ever find my perfect prince.
Divya Jha.
...A Heart Of Wood!!!
A picture of us so still on the wall.
Not knowing why, I had installed.
Sometimes I looked at it for a while,
Seeing me and your lovely smile,
I knew my time as 'we' was up,
For now you wished for another prop.
Your distant look seem like a warning bell,
My aged nose knew that smell.
How will we walk towards the end?
On the telephone or letters will you send?
My thoughts consumed after all,
On how exactly curtains would fall?
You came into the room very slow.
I wished like you, I too could go with the flow.
My tears came gushing down.
God was laughing and I its clown.
Looking up I hated you.
My fingers now in a shaking fist.
Forcing me to make that list.
My thoughts over to a particular noon,
our naked impatience would put shame on moon,
you'd given me a wooden heart,
And said, “ this was just the start.”
There will be a noon just as sweet,
when this heart too shall bleed.
The passion of your blood could now be felt,
this heart of wood was eager to melt.
I knew nothing in life lasted that long,
there was an end to every song.
My end too was certain, I always knew
love cracks for most except a few
your voice suddenly brought me back,
crisp white shirts and all your shoes, neatly packed.
You held me gently by the wrist.
Not knowing all that you had missed,
I smiled at you, for I now knew,
Your heart now mine to be shed
Just a piece of wood that never bled.
Divya Jha.
31.08.09
Not knowing why, I had installed.
Sometimes I looked at it for a while,
Seeing me and your lovely smile,
I knew my time as 'we' was up,
For now you wished for another prop.
Your distant look seem like a warning bell,
My aged nose knew that smell.
How will we walk towards the end?
On the telephone or letters will you send?
My thoughts consumed after all,
On how exactly curtains would fall?
You came into the room very slow.
I wished like you, I too could go with the flow.
My tears came gushing down.
God was laughing and I its clown.
Looking up I hated you.
My fingers now in a shaking fist.
Forcing me to make that list.
My thoughts over to a particular noon,
our naked impatience would put shame on moon,
you'd given me a wooden heart,
And said, “ this was just the start.”
There will be a noon just as sweet,
when this heart too shall bleed.
The passion of your blood could now be felt,
this heart of wood was eager to melt.
I knew nothing in life lasted that long,
there was an end to every song.
My end too was certain, I always knew
love cracks for most except a few
your voice suddenly brought me back,
crisp white shirts and all your shoes, neatly packed.
You held me gently by the wrist.
Not knowing all that you had missed,
I smiled at you, for I now knew,
Your heart now mine to be shed
Just a piece of wood that never bled.
Divya Jha.
31.08.09
No Coming Back!!!
I thought my come back shall make you smile,
Not in the exterior but deep inside.
I wore the color that suited us,
thinking I still had not missed the bus.
Seeing me after so very long,
would you suddenly break into a song?
The sequence so fresh from a girly rom-com,
So what if it's mere non-sense to some!
I drove too fast, counting a hundred beat.
I could feel the throb from the head to my feet.
'Beam me up Scotti' from the Star Trek day,
chanting the phrase I made my way!
I saw you stand on the greens so wide,
cursing the love I still couldn't hide.
You waved at me like a distant acquaintance,
I played along keeping up the pretense.
The walk too candid and your pace ordinary,
The heart too broken and my face just weary.
It was like that wretched play,
When we got to the ending, Iago had his way!
Was my fate going to be the same?
The bed of blood with it's smothered love my only fame!
Ha! I am no pitiable princess I thought.
My luck was only mine to pot.
Charming smile and acting coy,
I knew how to spin my ploy.
Not on you! Oh! Never on you!
For your rotten heart had changed my view.
At this moment I have a promise to keep,
I'll have my brilliant ending, just to see you weep.!
Divya Jha.
30.9.2009
Not in the exterior but deep inside.
I wore the color that suited us,
thinking I still had not missed the bus.
Seeing me after so very long,
would you suddenly break into a song?
The sequence so fresh from a girly rom-com,
So what if it's mere non-sense to some!
I drove too fast, counting a hundred beat.
I could feel the throb from the head to my feet.
'Beam me up Scotti' from the Star Trek day,
chanting the phrase I made my way!
I saw you stand on the greens so wide,
cursing the love I still couldn't hide.
You waved at me like a distant acquaintance,
I played along keeping up the pretense.
The walk too candid and your pace ordinary,
The heart too broken and my face just weary.
It was like that wretched play,
When we got to the ending, Iago had his way!
Was my fate going to be the same?
The bed of blood with it's smothered love my only fame!
Ha! I am no pitiable princess I thought.
My luck was only mine to pot.
Charming smile and acting coy,
I knew how to spin my ploy.
Not on you! Oh! Never on you!
For your rotten heart had changed my view.
At this moment I have a promise to keep,
I'll have my brilliant ending, just to see you weep.!
Divya Jha.
30.9.2009
Forbidden
The forbidden fruit lay on my tongue,
A sly bite worth a million sin.
The trickling juice travels slow,
A mouthful of sky with patches of earth.
The clouds and the mud all at once.
I taste the fluff from my dreams,
my palate anxious and hungry for more.
Ansd suddenly I hear a growl within.
At first I thought of it as my rumbling heart.
But as I listened in that wanton lust,
I knew my stomach had tasted blood.
stopping now would be foolish indeed,
for the hunger had mated with my greed.
I was once in love with the right and wrong.
The dos' and don't consumed me for long.
Now when I look, I see all merge in one,
It's true, the pleasures of a rover comes only when you shun.
I like my fruit the forbidden way.
A music to my ears, a gentle sway.
For all who despise me can talk of love
'Coz I have found my treasure trove.
Divya Jha,
8th nov, 2009.
A sly bite worth a million sin.
The trickling juice travels slow,
A mouthful of sky with patches of earth.
The clouds and the mud all at once.
I taste the fluff from my dreams,
my palate anxious and hungry for more.
Ansd suddenly I hear a growl within.
At first I thought of it as my rumbling heart.
But as I listened in that wanton lust,
I knew my stomach had tasted blood.
stopping now would be foolish indeed,
for the hunger had mated with my greed.
I was once in love with the right and wrong.
The dos' and don't consumed me for long.
Now when I look, I see all merge in one,
It's true, the pleasures of a rover comes only when you shun.
I like my fruit the forbidden way.
A music to my ears, a gentle sway.
For all who despise me can talk of love
'Coz I have found my treasure trove.
Divya Jha,
8th nov, 2009.
Good Lord!!
My fall from grace was quick.
The garden of Eden made me sick.
Half bitten apple and a price of a lifetime
Freewill of the gods, I tested in my prime.
I had to be banished! O! Sure
My mouth yet remain never so pure.
The guarded secret of the heavens was out on the menu,
Its recipe quite simple and orders more than a few.
No more than a byte and your blood will run free.
Might make the gods angry but Oh! They will see.
Adam was cursed and so was Eve,
After the sentence the almighty was eager to leave.
Now Adam lived in every man,
And a child bearing belly Eve's way into the clan.
To eat what you want and never to stop,
The motto read, ' god nothing but another flop!'
I am the child from the forbidden age
Set free by the Satan from the heavenly cage.
My maker made a deal on my soul,
Instead of the cross My heart had a hole.
Look at me the duty bound
don't you ever hear that sound?
For you may shut your ears
and beat your chest.
The seeds of temptation yet grows in your breast!
Name your price and taste the sin,
I promise you shall be the Almighty's twin
The garden of Eden made me sick.
Half bitten apple and a price of a lifetime
Freewill of the gods, I tested in my prime.
I had to be banished! O! Sure
My mouth yet remain never so pure.
The guarded secret of the heavens was out on the menu,
Its recipe quite simple and orders more than a few.
No more than a byte and your blood will run free.
Might make the gods angry but Oh! They will see.
Adam was cursed and so was Eve,
After the sentence the almighty was eager to leave.
Now Adam lived in every man,
And a child bearing belly Eve's way into the clan.
To eat what you want and never to stop,
The motto read, ' god nothing but another flop!'
I am the child from the forbidden age
Set free by the Satan from the heavenly cage.
My maker made a deal on my soul,
Instead of the cross My heart had a hole.
Look at me the duty bound
don't you ever hear that sound?
For you may shut your ears
and beat your chest.
The seeds of temptation yet grows in your breast!
Name your price and taste the sin,
I promise you shall be the Almighty's twin
The Pregnant King.
While I traveled to a lot of places in the year that just ended, I also was reading this random pick called The Pregnant King.. Those who are interested in Indian Mythology with a twist, I guess this is a catch.
Anyhow, after reading it, I somehow came up with a poem... Here it is,
Read on:
There once lived a pregnant king,
A story till date the bards would sing.
The magic potion he drank by chance,
Given to him by ghosts at once!
Carrying his heir inside of him,
Challenging every fancy and every whim.
The royal symbol no longer flying high,
King's milking chest was received with a shocking sigh!
My son wailed the king aloud...
Call me MOTHER and make me proud!
The cut on King's thigh told his tale,
but son Mandhata's face was angry and pale.
The truth would make him a laughing stalk,
A son born out of a man was a filthy shock!!!
His son, a future king looked at the throne,
Swearing, that his mother's truth will never be known.
Let me remain the chief Queen's pride.
An advice from his son, 'take lthings in your stride'.
King's heart crumbled, now a broken mother...
Abandoned by his son and none other!
As the Palace ruthlessly held on to its fame,
A mother's head merely hung in shame.
Divya Jha.
1st Jan 2010.
Anyhow, after reading it, I somehow came up with a poem... Here it is,
Read on:
There once lived a pregnant king,
A story till date the bards would sing.
The magic potion he drank by chance,
Given to him by ghosts at once!
Carrying his heir inside of him,
Challenging every fancy and every whim.
The royal symbol no longer flying high,
King's milking chest was received with a shocking sigh!
My son wailed the king aloud...
Call me MOTHER and make me proud!
The cut on King's thigh told his tale,
but son Mandhata's face was angry and pale.
The truth would make him a laughing stalk,
A son born out of a man was a filthy shock!!!
His son, a future king looked at the throne,
Swearing, that his mother's truth will never be known.
Let me remain the chief Queen's pride.
An advice from his son, 'take lthings in your stride'.
King's heart crumbled, now a broken mother...
Abandoned by his son and none other!
As the Palace ruthlessly held on to its fame,
A mother's head merely hung in shame.
Divya Jha.
1st Jan 2010.
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