Hair carelessly strewn about,
Weapons off guard,
On a flexed bicep,
maybe a few puffs of grass.
Then comes the fierce face, just peeking,
artfully done, with a meaning
the mighty one, with three eyes,
a dance, a trance, and passion just fine.
a few colors thrown in
a few bold strokes,
all on a breathtaking bicep, the sleeves all rolled.
About Me
- Pooja Murthy
- "The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep." ~Robert Frost
Friday, February 21, 2020
Thursday, February 20, 2020
Moondance
Do you think about me like I do?
Quietly amidst chaos, smile?
Raise secretly a toast to us like old times?
Jump at the mention of my name?
Tell our stories, play that game?
How those evenings turned into nights,
Carefully wrapping every second tight.
Tight into smiles, into careless laughter,
Into dance, into delightful thunder.
Into rain, into interwined fingers,
Into shadows, mysteries and moon light that lingered.
Light that stood still, refusing to sway,
I tried blowing it out, it won't go away.
Quietly amidst chaos, smile?
Raise secretly a toast to us like old times?
Jump at the mention of my name?
Tell our stories, play that game?
How those evenings turned into nights,
Carefully wrapping every second tight.
Tight into smiles, into careless laughter,
Into dance, into delightful thunder.
Into rain, into interwined fingers,
Into shadows, mysteries and moon light that lingered.
Light that stood still, refusing to sway,
I tried blowing it out, it won't go away.
Wednesday, February 19, 2020
Untitled
Sometimes smiling, sometimes wounded,
Funny today, tomorrow irritated,
confused this year, has a vision the next,
Holds on tight in love, curls up when hurt.
Wins a battle when bold. Let's the sand fall when dies hope.
Curious, Talkative, Full of Mistakes,
Picks herself up, ready to race.
wins applause, faces backlash.
Just goes on with some blush, and a laugh!
What would the world be without her?
Would you know what it's like to be cared for?
Would you know what unexpected surprises are meant for?
Would you know what it is to laugh in the middle of the night?
would you know the sound of raindrops falling just right?
would you know the lyrics and not just the tune?
would you know what it's like to let go too soon?
would you know what it's like to argue?
would you know what it's like to be told you're wrong?
would you have opinion and meanings?
She's a million words and a billion feelings.
She's just herself, and stories she's weaving!
Funny today, tomorrow irritated,
confused this year, has a vision the next,
Holds on tight in love, curls up when hurt.
Wins a battle when bold. Let's the sand fall when dies hope.
Curious, Talkative, Full of Mistakes,
Picks herself up, ready to race.
wins applause, faces backlash.
Just goes on with some blush, and a laugh!
What would the world be without her?
Would you know what it's like to be cared for?
Would you know what unexpected surprises are meant for?
Would you know what it is to laugh in the middle of the night?
would you know the sound of raindrops falling just right?
would you know the lyrics and not just the tune?
would you know what it's like to let go too soon?
would you know what it's like to argue?
would you know what it's like to be told you're wrong?
would you have opinion and meanings?
She's a million words and a billion feelings.
She's just herself, and stories she's weaving!
Tuesday, February 18, 2020
She just stepped into the world ~To Tara
Ever so softly, she broke into a toothless smile,
No, she does not recognize,
Nor does she remember,
Yet quietly sat in my arms, trusting me for a while.
I made weird sounds,
I walked her around,
I even told her my name,
She just nodded,
every time the same.
She held my finger tight,
Like she'll never leave it behind.
Didn't ask me questions,
Didn't ask me my crimes,
Ever so softly, she broke into a smile.
No, she does not recognize,
Nor does she remember,
Yet quietly sat in my arms, trusting me for a while.
I made weird sounds,
I walked her around,
I even told her my name,
She just nodded,
every time the same.
She held my finger tight,
Like she'll never leave it behind.
Didn't ask me questions,
Didn't ask me my crimes,
Ever so softly, she broke into a smile.
Monday, February 17, 2020
4 A.M.
Bengaluru International Airport. 4AM.
Sleepy eyes loitering around the baggage belt waiting for their piece of luggage.
People struggling to free trolleys from the interlocked line.
An occasional ouch from someone bumping into, stepping onto or driving their trolleys right into someone's leg.
People trying to get as close to the baggage belt so as to not miss their bag while making sure they look cool enough to not look like they're in a hurry. Same as everyone waiting for the first person to get up as soon as the seat belt sign is switched off.
The cool dude, that hep family, the old couple with assistance, another one without, other people.
And.. eavesdropping me..
Man on Phone : Goooooddd Morning Bete !
Haana a rahe hain bas papa. Office ke kaam se gaye the na.
From the other side : I obviously cannot hear.
Man : arre mummy ko bolo. Wo denge mangva ke.
From the other side: No idea what!
Man: haan bete! You are always right!
Me: When did we go from being always RIGHT to so terribly wrong most of the time???
Sleepy eyes loitering around the baggage belt waiting for their piece of luggage.
People struggling to free trolleys from the interlocked line.
An occasional ouch from someone bumping into, stepping onto or driving their trolleys right into someone's leg.
People trying to get as close to the baggage belt so as to not miss their bag while making sure they look cool enough to not look like they're in a hurry. Same as everyone waiting for the first person to get up as soon as the seat belt sign is switched off.
The cool dude, that hep family, the old couple with assistance, another one without, other people.
And.. eavesdropping me..
Man on Phone : Goooooddd Morning Bete !
Haana a rahe hain bas papa. Office ke kaam se gaye the na.
From the other side : I obviously cannot hear.
Man : arre mummy ko bolo. Wo denge mangva ke.
From the other side: No idea what!
Man: haan bete! You are always right!
Me: When did we go from being always RIGHT to so terribly wrong most of the time???
Thursday, July 7, 2016
AWAY
Only to find emptiness all around,
No faces to smile at,
No jokes to share,
Yet I walk,
Upright and confident!
Whenever I look back,
I see those faces,
Those times,
Distant memories,
Autographs etched in my mind.
I know have come too far,
Away from the familiar,
Away from spontaneity,
Away from the casual conversation,
Away to another time!
Monday, September 24, 2012
Behti Hawa Sa Hai Wo..Udti Patang Sa Hai Wo..
I really don't know why I am writing this, but somehow my thoughts are overflowing.
There is a need to keep them somewhere.
So, I know this guy, who has been a constant in all conversations about something wrong or stupid being done. It has always been like this since the past 5 years.
Be it, studies, sports, food or any random thing, almost all conversations in the former years, and well, a few in the latter years, had to have his name shuffled in some way, usually, the funny way! :)
A soul at unrest since ages, his way of doing things has always been different.
Being supportive & helpful(sometimes over-helpful) has been his forte.
Whoever it may be, or whatever the reason, if he knows there is a problem, he will be there.
From being friends, to being best-friends and fighting for stupid reasons, it has been a rocky journey-a memorable one.
And now, that I am writing this, I will write on behalf of all of us, and obviously, you know who all.
We surely do miss the 'YOU' in you. Somewhere down the road, we have chosen a different path to walk, and a new life to lead, but that does not mean, we forget the old times.
We still eagerly wait for you.
Same place..
Same time..
Same street..
Same chocolate brownie..
Same pizza and macaroni..
Same Akon singing 'Lonely'..
Same metro..
Same auto..
Same H-block..
Same handshakes..
Same spelling mistakes..
Same special birthdays..
Same A-ccord..
Same Chowmein..
Same Mayur Vihar..
Ab aa bhi ja yaaaarrrr....
There is a need to keep them somewhere.
So, I know this guy, who has been a constant in all conversations about something wrong or stupid being done. It has always been like this since the past 5 years.
Be it, studies, sports, food or any random thing, almost all conversations in the former years, and well, a few in the latter years, had to have his name shuffled in some way, usually, the funny way! :)
A soul at unrest since ages, his way of doing things has always been different.
Being supportive & helpful(sometimes over-helpful) has been his forte.
Whoever it may be, or whatever the reason, if he knows there is a problem, he will be there.
From being friends, to being best-friends and fighting for stupid reasons, it has been a rocky journey-a memorable one.
And now, that I am writing this, I will write on behalf of all of us, and obviously, you know who all.
We surely do miss the 'YOU' in you. Somewhere down the road, we have chosen a different path to walk, and a new life to lead, but that does not mean, we forget the old times.
We still eagerly wait for you.
Same place..
Same time..
Same street..
Same chocolate brownie..
Same pizza and macaroni..
Same Akon singing 'Lonely'..
Same metro..
Same auto..
Same H-block..
Same handshakes..
Same spelling mistakes..
Same special birthdays..
Same A-ccord..
Same Chowmein..
Same Mayur Vihar..
Ab aa bhi ja yaaaarrrr....
Friday, August 31, 2012
Badi Mushkil Se Magar, Duniya Mein Dost Milte Hain!
Feels special to know, that these people are still a phone call away.
After an year of calls being missed and messages never getting a reply,
I can still boast about all those special people, that family by choice, all of them patiently listening to me,
whenever I need, whatever time it may be, wherever it may be.
I can't thank everyone enough,
I just silently remember the times spent in vella-panti, the emotional and sentimental moments, the laughs and uncountable memories.
I always knew who to turn to, in any ups and downs of life, but now I know,
albeit a hundred years later and a thousand miles away, my call will be answered, my thoughts will be honored.
Feels proud, feels calm and feels amazing, to have earned these little, plump, tall, dark, bright, dumb, huge, stupid and crazy dost.
A voice to tell me I am fat but still bearable.
A voice to tell me I failed but not miserably.
A voice to tell me I have some problems but not too disastrous.
A voice to tell me I am not rich but that does not matter.
A voice to tell me, I made mistakes, but everyone accepts.
The day when the voice told me to smile, I smiled in spite of everything.
And to this day, I am smiling. Smiling and Smiling.
I don't believe in 'Hold your friends close but your enemies closer'.
Why waste time understanding enemies, when you have friends who can take a stab for you?
Why fake the fun, why fake the love.?
Why fake the smile and pose behind, a smirk?
Badi Mushkil Se Magar Duniya Mein Dost Milte Hain..
After an year of calls being missed and messages never getting a reply,
I can still boast about all those special people, that family by choice, all of them patiently listening to me,
whenever I need, whatever time it may be, wherever it may be.
I can't thank everyone enough,
I just silently remember the times spent in vella-panti, the emotional and sentimental moments, the laughs and uncountable memories.
I always knew who to turn to, in any ups and downs of life, but now I know,
albeit a hundred years later and a thousand miles away, my call will be answered, my thoughts will be honored.
Feels proud, feels calm and feels amazing, to have earned these little, plump, tall, dark, bright, dumb, huge, stupid and crazy dost.
A voice to tell me I am fat but still bearable.
A voice to tell me I failed but not miserably.
A voice to tell me I have some problems but not too disastrous.
A voice to tell me I am not rich but that does not matter.
A voice to tell me, I made mistakes, but everyone accepts.
The day when the voice told me to smile, I smiled in spite of everything.
And to this day, I am smiling. Smiling and Smiling.
I don't believe in 'Hold your friends close but your enemies closer'.
Why waste time understanding enemies, when you have friends who can take a stab for you?
Why fake the fun, why fake the love.?
Why fake the smile and pose behind, a smirk?
Badi Mushkil Se Magar Duniya Mein Dost Milte Hain..
Saturday, February 18, 2012
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
It is a long time now, since I know you..
Those long walks, and the metro talks..
The fighting, the dancing..
The water tap, and the Coocoomber(Cucumber) fat..
Dint even realize, when it all turned to Cappuccino and Pastry..
The music that connects, makes me nostalgic..
Those long hours, and the smiles..
Over and over again..
Millions of surprises..
All one sided;
(I pause and smile)
Months more than twelve..
Moments! Over a million..
I look back and see,
I left them somewhere..
I will go back and collect..
All the broken pieces..
Happy Birthday!
To you.. who understands every bit of me..
To you.. who knows before me what is right and what is wrong..
To you.. who knows everything exactly right..
To you.. who can forgive each mistake of mine..
Happy Birthday! :)
Those long walks, and the metro talks..
The fighting, the dancing..
The water tap, and the Coocoomber(Cucumber) fat..
Dint even realize, when it all turned to Cappuccino and Pastry..
The music that connects, makes me nostalgic..
Those long hours, and the smiles..
Over and over again..
Millions of surprises..
All one sided;
(I pause and smile)
Months more than twelve..
Moments! Over a million..
I look back and see,
I left them somewhere..
I will go back and collect..
All the broken pieces..
Happy Birthday!
To you.. who understands every bit of me..
To you.. who knows before me what is right and what is wrong..
To you.. who knows everything exactly right..
To you.. who can forgive each mistake of mine..
Happy Birthday! :)
Sunday, November 20, 2011
ANGER! A random thought.
Anger makes people go mad.
A moment of anger and the mind goes blank.
One word, you cross the line;
When you go to the other side, everything falls apart.
Everyday, every second becomes difficult.
Words fall short, eyes expressionless.
Nothing can reverse, nothing can subdue.
You need to live with that, and continue!
Saturday, June 18, 2011
BANGALORE
Dedicated to..Parul, Taneja, P2, Neha, n everyone else here in Bangalore.
Sun hidden behind the clouds..
Bumpy rides and tiring fights..
An unknown journey starts..
New faces..New Fonts..
New Experiences..New Taunts..
Life beckons them to prove..
Forever..On..and On..
People breaking down..
Lose patience..lose calm..
Some with sorrow down in their heart..
Proving they can win over all..
Trying to convince auto-wallas..
Communicating with the conductor..
Asking for directions..
Missing stops..
Walking all around..
Struggle begins here..
The race starts..
Away from home..
Away..from the near..and dear..
They still go on..
With smiles..and random frowns..
Supporting and Contradicting each other..
I salute them all..
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Feels lucky to have a support system here..
Home away from home..
The tired faces scared me..
Would I ever be able to do what they did all alone?
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Thankyou! :) @Peripa, Perima, Patima, Sadhana, Harish, Ramesh Mama,
Latha Mami, Archana, Abhishek, Dilip Anna, Kirti Bhabhi, Riyaa, Shankar Mama.
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Miss you Amma..Appa..Priya..
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Wednesday, January 26, 2011
LIFE IS LIKE THAT...
And then..everything changes..
There are Frowns, Tears, Smiles and then..there is.. Love..
There are Harsh Words.. Sweet Fantasies..
There are Weak Smiles..
There is Laughter..
There are a Thousand Words..
There are a Hundred Questions..
And No Answers..
There are Ways..
But No Path to Lead To Them..
There Is A Hand To Lead..
There Is A Hand to hold..
There are efforts to turn frowns to smiles..
There is hesitation..
There is gloominess..
There are cheerful days..
There are sad mornings..
There are happy evenings..
There are thoughts..
Deep..
Dark..
Good..
Bad..
And then.. There is Silence...
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But..you know..
Everything is Yours..
Everything is Truly Yours..
The hand that leads you..
All the while..
Will always be there..
And the hand you hold..
Believes in You..
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When Life is going to take a turn...
And 'four' years flash past..
When You Look Back..
And Feel Proud..
And You look again..
And a tear escapes the eye..
When there will be no faces to tell you..
Everything Will Be Fine..
When All You Know..
Is You Will Miss Everything...
All You Can Do..
Is..
Smile..
And Say..
Life Is Like That! :)
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There are Frowns, Tears, Smiles and then..there is.. Love..
There are Harsh Words.. Sweet Fantasies..
There are Weak Smiles..
There is Laughter..
There are a Thousand Words..
There are a Hundred Questions..
And No Answers..
There are Ways..
But No Path to Lead To Them..
There Is A Hand To Lead..
There Is A Hand to hold..
There are efforts to turn frowns to smiles..
There is hesitation..
There is gloominess..
There are cheerful days..
There are sad mornings..
There are happy evenings..
There are thoughts..
Deep..
Dark..
Good..
Bad..
And then.. There is Silence...
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But..you know..
Everything is Yours..
Everything is Truly Yours..
The hand that leads you..
All the while..
Will always be there..
And the hand you hold..
Believes in You..
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When Life is going to take a turn...
And 'four' years flash past..
When You Look Back..
And Feel Proud..
And You look again..
And a tear escapes the eye..
When there will be no faces to tell you..
Everything Will Be Fine..
When All You Know..
Is You Will Miss Everything...
All You Can Do..
Is..
Smile..
And Say..
Life Is Like That! :)
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Tuesday, September 28, 2010
LUCK
I walk head high..
Into the room where there is all light..
With plans and strategies..
And a will to 'lose'..
And then..strikes..
LUCK..
minus the good..
Some sin..
Some sign..
Some ugly chime..
That is when..realization strikes..
A single tear..takes away..
A thousand smiles..
The head now hung low..
And.. An agitated mind..
Into the room where there is all light..
With plans and strategies..
And a will to 'lose'..
And then..strikes..
LUCK..
minus the good..
Some sin..
Some sign..
Some ugly chime..
That is when..realization strikes..
A single tear..takes away..
A thousand smiles..
The head now hung low..
And.. An agitated mind..
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