Doll

Keep that hair short
And your eyes up
Off your phone
In vigilant zone
Knees together;
Attention!
And your jacket zipped
And face, a calm ocean.
And devoid of all emotion
And do truly believe
For all intents and purposes
To be ordinary works fine
Works to slip in with the masses
So is this a military test?
A spy mission to disperse unrest
With the world at our behest?
Well, don’t raise an eyebrow
Don’t bat a lid;
That’s just our everyday
Subway trip.

Mileage

As a traveller through unfamiliar lands
I’ve quite a specific quest
The idea is to get home
And you’ve no idea that’s a fucking test

Because I’m walking the plank
Where the captain toots a horn
At 160 decibels or so;
My mental drapes have torn

One step forward, two steps back
Is a waltz in my head
Only it’s played on a landmine:
One wrong step, kiddo, and you’re dead

I’ve nearly slipped and drowned
And I was only walking on a road
My treasure chest is getting heavy
And so are my breath, my curses and my groans

I threw away the map
After tearing it to shreds
Around these parts
Only my eyes can get cred

And my legs seem made of lead
The green man’s laughing at me
Only fifty metres away
Arrive to give the dust company

Who’d have thought crossing a road was hard?
Who could possibly have known?
At just a few hundred metres distance
I’m still a long walk from home.

Eclipsed

Also known as burned thumb photography, do excuse any shakiness!

(In all honesty, I do not want to delve into how the burn happened. It’e embarrassing.)

I got some pictures from the lunar eclipse yesterday, although I remembered that there was one only too late… I missed the blood moon, and there isn’t going to be one till 2028! Oh well. I got something.

The first lot is from home, there were some branches in the way, so I was having trouble getting the camera to focus on the moon instead—not that I really could have with the limited zoom my camera offers, anyway!

But feast yer eyes!

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There you see the eclipse! This was in the last half-hour.

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Finally! Got it to focus! Sort of.

 

After this, good sense got the better of me and I got the terrace keys.

I met a lady up there who wasn’t from the city. As I got busy with the lenswork, she asked me from behind, was I into photography? I replied that I’d only just begun to get interested in it. Then she began talking to me.
Not a big fan of city culture, she.

She was lamenting the loss of the stars, and I agreed with her that you could hardly see but a faint glimmer of starlight out here these days. Light pollution’s increased.

She proceeded to show me her nature photography.

She’d captured a few sunrises and sunsets on her phone. I suggested her get a camera, since she liked photography so much. She replied that if she did, it would probably be the next day before she got around to taking pictures, with all the preparation that was needed!
That’s why I’m working on my running speed and on skillfully manoeuvering corners and turns instead! It’s an obstacle course-race to the cupboard; eclipses won’t wait!

She said she’s a big fan of the moon. “I’m always taking pictures of my moon”, she sang. She showed me atleast fifteen photographs of the seaside moon! (Not that I don’t live on the coast myself, but this is city stuff.)

All through this little talk, here’s what I got.

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Almost gone!

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And then we were done. She’d had her share of city-moons, she was headed back to town. Not that any place is too particularly safe from our menace, but the city was much too much for the nature lover in her.

I stayed back for some more terrace photography.

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City skyline.
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Light pollution, I see you there…
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Light pollution can make even a construction look decent…

Here was one last thing I clicked. It was only really a shadow on a wall, but it looked so much like an artistic mural, I had to capture it!

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Don’t worry, moon-entusiasts: There it is in the sky!
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And all done. Until the next one!

 

 

Magic Wand

Silver snow powder falls from his short wand
It’s vapour form fills the vacuum
Inhale, exhale, pace and deplore;
It’s a bright hot midday
Only a few hours more
Subconsciously he adjusts his tie
It’s not habit, but a vacation
Keep his satiated and stationed
At his blind date with with the lump contract
It has it’s faults, but it keeps him full
Just like his ash producing magic wand
So inhale, exhale, pace and deplore;
Lunch ends, only half a day more.

LCD

Born of home soil
And raised in a clay pot
That was lined by concrete and spiral screams
Grew up in the CRT
Surrounded by dots of LCD reality
Always dreamed of warmth
But I lived on a cloud
Red flowin’ love pipes mystery in shrouds
Learn to believe the overworked voice in my head
That from the retina burning blue light read
And learnt to live life when life means you’re dead
Optical fibres to my nerves and I’m well fed
Crumbling earth is the land never tread
When to shoot through the ceiling’s for what you were bred
The flapping noises of yellow a haze from the past
All I’ve known them for is to gather dust
Pull out the plug for there’s no one to trust
Locked the heart vault, now the key’s crumble rust
All I live in, my mirror screen
All I live in, my mirror scream

Road Tripping

Rugged, rocky and shifting
Like a tectonic plate
The land curves up and down
Like the highs and lows of life
Unsteady, unstable, unpredictable
Every move I make
Is a move I contemplate
Running from the clicking, roaring wild beasts
As I trek through the grays
Scramble to a top, from a deafening roar
As the waterfall drains under me
Wind channel tunnel
Take a deep breath and lose yourself
The jungle gifts your nose more gray
Navigation ain’t about a GPS:
Survival of the fittest
Survivor weed gets run over again.
Symphony of dissonance
Crescendoes to cacophony
Fortissimo, presto!
As you trek through the grays
Walk through the silver haze
When you look to the opaque skies
Glass canopies block your gaze
Home’s the forest, the concrete jungle maze.

 

Wash Me Away

City rains: The rain, my friend, is blowing in the wind,
The rain is blowing in the wind.

Sums up today. It’s only been raining all day long. I woke up to a white screen outside my window blocking out everything beyond ten metres.

I went out this evening and stood in the balcony. It was a sad, dreadful sight.
As the sun began losing its fight for the day with the darkness, for once, we humans had no answer to the growing gloom.
Since, a as precautionary measure, the municipal corp had cut off the power to prevent any accidental electrocution in the storm, I faced a darkening city.

No street lights. No lights from windows of homes. No lights from cars, as except for the occasional car or bike straining its engine against the backlash of water, the roads of the bustling city were asleep, empty and soundless; the only sound was the deafening road of the rain hitting tarmac, or mostly, the surface of water itself.

The mighty metro, its clockwork movements, its disarrayed, haphazard movements, stilled and silenced.
The only other sounds coming were the occasional beeps from my phone, that mostly remained off, for battery conservation purposes (which is why my first reaction to the light returning was the make a dash for the nearest plug point), with messages saying ‘Stay safe’ and ‘Are you alright?’ and ‘Is everything fine?’.
Everybody looking out for everybody.

 

To make a wonderful day better, I was due to write my last exam, my computer paper, tomorrow.
(Does that explain my sudden disappearing off the face of the planet over the last month?)
Drat. I tried to study all I could till the sun set (and I won’t comment on the success I had), and in desperation, I definitely dropped a few hints… Synchronised swimming, computer coding, it was all the same after all, wasn’t it?

My sister chose to spend her day most productively. Daylight or night, she slept through it all.
Her first reaction when the power returned, after a few hours in the dark, was “Mmph, turn off the light.”

Daredevil, I realise, would have no trouble whatsoever in our situation.

Well, I’ve learnt my lesson.
Don’t take electricity for granted, don’t take a concerned friend for granted, don’t take your acoustic guitar for granted.
I’m heading out tomorrow morning for batteries, loads of them!
Apocalypse, here I come.