Metaphor For A Metaphor

Metaphor: it has defined much in life. It has complicated things and yet simplified so much. Metaphor is what I hide behind when im too cowardly to be in your face and one such night, I tweeted about my love for Metaphor.
Metaphor became the soul of conversation that night. Metaphor was the flavour of that night and metaphor came screaming back to me. He made me choke up with emotion and made me poetic. And here is a poem I ended up tweeting:

Metaphor is an empty perfume bottle I remember you by,
Metaphor is a supressed old flame…
Metaphor is an old T-shirt I hold dear,
Metaphor is the warmth when Ur here.
Metaphor: that’s all I have…

Metaphor is that teardrop that fell,
Telling my heart to bid you farewell.
Metaphor is that batting eyelid,
It captures the memory before it spills…

And then, magically, the poem became interactive.

@ashumhatre: Metaphor is that stain on the old shirt, metaphor is our relationship and its dust. Metaphors : That’s all we had! ;)

And the sweetest  replies came from @baxiabhishek:
I’ll be the jeans to that tee, i’ll be there where calls thee. :)
I’ll be the tissue to wipe the tear, you called me, so i’m here.

This entire metaphor talk made me think. We don’t hide behind metaphors. We use them to enhance what we have to say. Being obvious isn’t very charming, now is it?
Metaphor gives us the license to beat around the bush and it connects two things perfectly well. There’s nothing clever about metaphor. Metaphor is just natural…

And while I’m on metaphor:
Metaphor is a friend that tells,
All, in due time, will be well.
Metaphor is a friend, who understands,
What is hidden behind your metaphors so grand.
Metaphor is a friend who knows,
Exactly how a metaphor grows…

This one’s for all you metaphor tweeters: @baxiabhishek @ashumhatre @unitechy @mriganayanika @fossiloflife @menonhari @archisM @avgs @ideasmithy @simplymalyalee @aalaap (who’s too straight-froward to use metaphor, we understand!)


Ek zindagi Kai kahaniyan,
ek kahani kai parchaiyyan
Ek parchai hai Jo saath chalti hai
Mujhse Kai sawal poochti hai…
Jawab kaise dun, Mai nahi janti,
Har jawab mein ek nayi kahani,
Ek nayi zindagi…


Yun hi kabhi, mere khwab zinda hote hain,

Yun hi kabhi, mere khwab zinda hote hain,
Sachai se durr mujhe mere parr le jaate hain,
Kabhi yahaan, kabhi wahan,
Ek alagsi hai khwabon ki dunia.
Mehakchipi hai
Meri hai par kho si Gayee hai.Yun hi kabhi, mere khwab zinda hote hain,

Sachai se durr mujhe mere parr le jaate hain,

Kabhi yahaan, kabhi wahan,

Ek alagsi hai khwabon ki dunia.

Mehakti hava, hariali bhari zaameen

Khelte hue ped, ek sundar si tasveer.

Yahin is tasveer mein chipi hai

Meri hai par kho si Gayee hai.

Meri taqdeer.

Letting Go…

Like a scent left lingering on,

A waft of a familiar bond,

I held on to it for all this while,

Hoping it will conjure up Ur smile…

Hanging on to the threadbare hope,

I have been walking the tight rope,

Hoping u were standing somewhere,

To catch me if I managed to fall But no,

You were gone.

It was my fantasy,

and my fault,

I’ve fallen and gotten right up,

Now I’ve learnt to stand tall…

Plathish Thoughts

A dream, a scent, an idea and emotion
Every night I scribbled with complete devotion
Your eyes your smile,
Even the slightest of your reaction…
I would sit and wait and watch,
Waiting for you to materialize
You stayed on paper, locked in a diary
Smiling as I painfully realized
Yes you were my imagination
But mine you were and I was yours
The wheels were set in motion!

Reminds me of Sylvia Plath’s ‘Mad Girl’s Love Song’ that we used in a film a while back…

I shut my eyes and the world drops dead,

I think I made you up inside my head…

Take Me There

Fumes, smoke and sweat no more,
All I see is that clear blue shore.
I beg the road to take me there,
Beyond the city and all its cares.

The traffic thins,
The roads widen,
We gather speed,
And the burden lightens

Take me my long road,
To the town that holds me close,
And with the wind caresses me,
And tells me a story seldom told

Tell me how my family was made,
Show me the love stories,
Show me the heroic tales,
Don’t ever let those precious memories fade.

Take me to the seashores,
Show me the temples,
Take me to that road
And that house ever so simple.

Take me to the very roots,
The roots that make me, Me.
Take me to the story, that defines my destiny,

Take your turns and show me the signs.
Just take me there,
And come with me.

Beyond ‘now’

Searching for a new horizon

Beyond the sea, beyond the one I see now

Painted a new colour

Scented with a new odour

Of sweat and tears

Hard days and hard nights

Proving myself yet again

A new struggle, a new future

A new present

But the past remains the same

The past is me,

The past is who I am

And what defines what I’m meant to be…

Plain Jane

I don’t have the long pretty hair,

For you to lose yourself in.

And my cheeks aren’t that fair,

That your touch would make them pink.

I don’t have those deep blue eyes,

In which you might want to drown.

I don’t have the long lashes,

To flutter up and down.

I don’t have a sweet, melodious voice,

That might melt your heart away,

I am not even a tender angel,

That in your arms could sway.

All I am is what you see,

And I am no poets dream,

No fairy tale will tell a tale,

Of the plain-Jane that is me.

I have tried hard and now,

I am tired of this game.

To be a muse, to be a woman,

I don’t want to change

Try to love my smile,

And try to love my frowns,

Try to love my crazy hair,

And my cheeks so brown.

Love me for being who I am,

Else it’s not worth the hype,

I’d rather lose your love my man,

Than be a stereotype!



His eyes are full of hope

But sometimes that hope just can’t cope

With the realities that he perceives

Perceptions deceive,

Until his heart grieves

For he begins to think he cannot…

The mind races with the heart,

An intense argument starts…

Hopes and fears, start shifting gears…

They are at war…

Deep blues of the iris deepen,

Open shut. Shut and open

Assuming this weird motion,

His mind resists, yet the heart has spoken.

A touch, a smile, a hug

Takes the conversation,

Beyond the realm of emotions

A bond that can’t be broken…

A bond with me, a silly girl…

What would I know of his woes?

He thinks,

She’s a girl and I am a man

She can’t understand.

I don’t, yet I hold him…

And to him all of a sudden,

I am a woman!

First Attempt at Hindi!!!!!!!

Not particularly proud of it…. but its my first attempt at writing Hindi….Feedback pls….

Ankhon me jo chehra tha
Aaj jaane kahan kho gaya
Shayad yahin kahin hoga
Kya tumne use dekha

uske Ankhon me ek chamak thi,
Muskurahat me koi jadu tha,
Aur uski ek nazar,
Meri zindagi ka har gham bhoola deti

Aaj achanak ankhen mundi maine
Who muskan, who nazar,
Jaane kahan thi
Wahan the to sirf tum

Aur main tumse poch rahi thi
Kya tumne us chehre ko kahin dekha hai?


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