Boy

To be held in his arms,
Like a fragile vase.

Breakable, yet secure.

Because.
To be held in his arms
Is to be held
Suspended in time.

The world stops in a heartbeat.
His. Hers. Then - theirs.

And he has absolutely no clue he can do that much.

Eulogy to The End

Dragons live forever, but not so little boys.
Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys.

Every kid has a special toy. The kind that keeps nightmares away. The one you thought would always make it all better. I feel like I just lost mine. What happens to the dreams that were, when the people you dreamed them with... go away?

Coldplay, Oasis, one last song. And then, we're gone.

Girl

Once upon a time in a far away land, there lived a girl. She wasn't a princess, or a countess, or any of the romantic things you hear about in fairy tales. No, this girl was just that - a girl. She was fairly indistinguishable from any other girl around her. If you were kind, you could have described her as homely. If you were realistic, the more accurate term would be 'frumpy'. All her life, this girl grew up knowing that she was ordinary. And the strength of her conviction let others know it too.

In school photos, she would peer short shortsightedly at the camera through dusty gray rimmed glasses. A half smile would be awkwardly pasted in place on her flabby face. Her arms hung listlessly by the side, as though they didn't know where else to go. Yet, the girl could not have been called unhappy. She had her own happy little world after all. She had a gang of friends, all more or less as ordinary as her. They would giggle and gossip their way to school, and share confidences and colas after. Smiling in content company, each girl looked radiant for a heartbeat in passing, as all girls will when they're happy. And so life went on.

Meanwhile, the jocks strutted and the beautiful girls paraded endlessly before them. Artificially conditioned hair bounced alongside gelled heads. Glamorously polished talons slashed a careful boundary inexorably excluding the mundane ordinaries of the world from the elite. The normal girls would watch as the glorious looking couples flounced off to parties and discos; pretending not to notice or care.

Yet at home in the careless minutes between consciousness and slumber, each girl would close her eyes and allow herself to imagine for a moment. She was not lonely and cold, thirsting for attention. The stringy hair wasn't matted but made to shine. The easy smile and confident gait of other girls were hers. That positions were reversed and that she were - oh how she wished she were! - beautiful. Then, with the smile that comes with dreaming improbable dreams, she would roll over, and go to sleep.

My Baby

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CKjLTeqzqjo

I have a Dream..

When I joined college, I looked at all the awards that could be won, and said, goddam it, I will win them all. Then, characteristically, I forgot all about my oath.

Yet, here we are at the end of three years, and I've won them all. More importantly though, on Valedictory Day, I realised that I'd won far more important things.

Here's to my social 'kite' and all the strings that hold it up. Lovin' the view from up here, 'cos, baby, there's noone I'd rather be flying with.

Us..

© Akx Ink, 2k7.

Fourth Quarter

Love Song of Ei Axie Why Not*
(with due apologies to Eliot)

Perumal and Andal sitting in a tree?
Not without Axie along, tee hee!!
"OOO!", says Axie, "Perumal is hot!";
"Ah", says Andal, "But yours he's not!"
Ei, sharing is caring ya, Andal I say.
Why not give pretty Perumal away?

*Ei, Anjana.. for you I'm writing a poem with a title ya. So what if it's a day late. We've been friends forever no anyway.

Lambikins..

Eiii Smruthi... you wanted a picture with me na, here, take for you. I'm off to Hyderabad next month... you're coming right? :) Silly child. I'll miss you shitloads.

Ei..Ei...

Arre, Yama may drive buffalo, Yasmin a limousine
But my pati parameswar tho drives crocodile machine.
... Gooooo Shosho!

Kinnnnnnnnky!! *Blush*

(or trying very hard to *blush* anyway)

Awww...

SC '06-'07. A class apart, beyond convention in every sense. I suppose over the year each of us twenty one gems wanted to kill the rest. But hey, we survived! What's more, I know I've said I'm sick of college, but gosh, I'll miss you guys! Sniffle.

This logo's dedicated to the gossip, the bitching, the wall painting, the council terrace-ing. The mornings we woke up early, the nights we never slept. All we've been through, and all that's yet to come. Muah. Lou you all.