GyanGurus

Free.

Tuesday, March 26, 2013 at 11:40 am | Posted in Life, Poetry | Leave a comment

I want the waves to engulf me
so I am swept away
I want the wind to lift me
so I take flight
with the fish
with the birds
Where I can hear music
in the lulls of the sea
and the curves of the sky
into a depth so deep
a height so high
where I’m finally free

Sona
12:08 am in Mumbai at the beach on Carter Road while listening to Tum Ko from Rockstar.

Ink.

Monday, October 29, 2012 at 5:21 pm | Posted in Art, Life | Leave a comment
Tags: Art, black and white, Drawing, henna design, Horse, illustration, ink, Life

From last month, while trying to divert my mind from life. Scanner still sucks.

Sona

Fugitive.

Monday, September 3, 2012 at 3:21 pm | Posted in Life, Poetry | Leave a comment
Tags: desire to leave, escape, Life, poem, poetry, running way, travel

I had the strongest urge to run today
away
the muscles in my legs twitched and
I could feel my spine getting ready for motion
my mind’s eye visualized the escape routes,
vaguely,
saw the seat on a bus, train, but most likely an airplane
with me and a book
learning a language to make conversations
with other fugitives from their current lives
this wasn’t a new or strange urge though, it’s become routine even
soon I won’t be able to withstand it anymore
my body’s preparation for escape
soon
the urge won’t be contained with a deep breath and
a call for patience

Sona
September 3, 2012
Long after midnight

Watercolor and Ink.

Sunday, September 2, 2012 at 10:07 pm | Posted in Art | 1 Comment
Tags: Art, drawings, illustrations, ink, mine, watercolor

I was bored, so I thought I’d scan in some old drawings from art class. Medium is watercolor and ink. Unfortunately, the quality isn’t great because apparently my scanner sucks, but lazy to redo it. Maybe I’ll repost another day, for now I’m leaving it as is.

Sona

A continuation.

Friday, July 13, 2012 at 3:11 am | Posted in Life, Poetry | Leave a comment
Tags: continuations, endings, Life

Shakespeare wrote,
Journeys end in lovers’ meeting,
Every wise man’s son doth know

Did he know that journeys end
period
leaving you bereft
with lots of loose ends
unfinished conversations and moments
yet to happen

Did he know that journeys end
and continue on at the same time
because you still have memories
of finished conversations and moments complete
so you smile
because their journey
resumes in your heart and your mind
and you live those moments
then, now, tomorrow and always

Sona
July 12, 2012
For a friend.

STFU.

Sunday, April 22, 2012 at 9:03 pm | Posted in Life | Leave a comment
Tags: somedays suck, stfu, stupid life and stupid people

Some days you hate everyone
some days you wish you were someone else
some days you wish you were somewhere else
some days you think people should shut the fuck up
that is all.

Nashey Mein.

Sunday, March 18, 2012 at 11:21 pm | Posted in Poetry | 2 Comments
Tags: Hindi, hindustani, nashey mein, poetry, urdu

Nashey mei(n) rahnein de mujhe aaj
Hosh aaya toh shayad hosh mein na rahoo(n)
Aansuo(n) ko ankho(n) mei(n) rehne de aaj
Tapke toh shayad rok na sakoo(n)

Teri yaad mujhe aisey aati hai
Jaise ilm ho mujhe tera pehle se kabhi
Kaise samjhaoo(n) is duniya ko,
Ki waaqif hai meri ruh tere dil se pehle say kabhi

Shor abhi tak sun raha hai mujhe
Socha tha qabr mein sakoo(n) aayega
Kya maloom tha yeh dil bewafaii apne aap se kar jayega

Yeh jannat hai yah jahannum
Teri awaaz ki pukaar hai
Khuaish bas ek dafa tujhe chooney ki thi

Sona
(n) – that nasly n sound, so you don’t actually pronounce the n.
I wrote this a very long time, sorry for the English readers – it only works in Hindustani and I don’t want to translate it. I don’t know if it’s finished yet, but I can’t think of anything to add right now.