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You must be one of them
Albeit a little debilitating, I’ll admit
For you’ve reflected back to me
All my fears, indecisions, lack of belief and worries
Of creating constructs of creative philosophies
To stand in as excuses for a life un-faced
It wasn’t you, I think
But what in you I saw of me!
And I loved you...dearly
No...not loved, clutched with desperation
The image which you presented
Truths within myself
Which I dearly wanted to accept
But refused to recognise as part of me
Yet there is more to me
Than that which you upheld and reflected
I’ve come to know, possibly by fate’s decree
As I’m sure there’s more to you
Than that which I mirrored back
A year back we had celebrated this day...together
Let’s do so again, in this window of words
When I say goodbye I hope you’ll understand
It’s not to you I bid adieu
But to an old reflection of me
I have changed...the reflection didn’t
Time to move on...it’s a New Year
For new resolutions and new beginnings...you see
Goodbye my love...I hope you’ll resolve
Into being the glory you’re meant to be
Happy New Year...to both you and me
- Abhijit
New Beginnings
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Around us
Days still give way
To nights, by the churn
Of the Sun
What’s so new about it
Other than some change
Of numbers in an almanac?
It’s a time to choose
I’d say
How much more we pull
The hopes of past
Or jettison our horde
of stagnating belief
Parsimoniously held
There must be more
For us to reap
than to keep
It’s not that something gave way
It’s just that something gave in
to a moment’s epiphany
In the wash of time
To bring to an end
Is in itself a new beginning
- Abhijit
New Year's resolution
Resolution
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So what’s your resolution this year?
It’s that time of the year and the question pop about.
Are there some changes to be made? Will we be encountering a new you? Will you be doing something which is a deviation from the mundane? So what new objective have you thought up so that we can chide you down the line, for breaking your resolution?
I decided to play it safe ‘My resolution is...to get a monitor with a higher resolution!’ there were groans of disapproval. In these days when it’s turned fashionable to not have New Year’s resolution, here I was owning up to making resolutions. And instead of revealing some deep truth/confession about myself, I was getting by with a smart-alec answer.
I guess the primary interpretation of resolution is as a decision hinged on determination.
But one of the other meaning of resolution, is to discern two points as separate as against one bringing about the finesse of details, is generally overlooked. It’s an optical term, and the scope of the meaning allowed me to pun on it. Not that I didn’t need the monitor, I do. And being in the profession I am, that of visual designing, a monitor with better resolution is of critical importace.
Yet resolution, that is resolving between two separate poits, is something which is inherent to all processes of life. The act of creativity is an act of resolution, by which from wispy inspiration we resolve to finer details to realising the creative endeavour. Resolution is at the heart of all decision making, for it’s in the details which provides us information to negotiate choice. Resolution is the key component of project management. The better resolution there is of the project, whereby objectives have been segregated to constituent mini/micro objectives, the better can it be managed. The act of film making is an act of generating greater resolution, from story ideas, to scripts, to story boards, to pre-visualisation to the final film making. The art of dream chase is again a function of resolution. Not just in being resolute in its pursuit but also resolving in greater degrees the various steps which add up to the objective.
Recently had been contemplating on aspects of intimacy and realised that it too was a function of resolution. To be able to see not an amalgam but as various separate points which adds up to the picture. It wasn’t a function of analysis, just an act of focus and attention.
The more I thought about it, the more I realised that resolution is something I could definitely add to my life. To resolve desires, phenomenon, feelings, experiences, dreams into greater details and finer points.
Thus I’ve decided to adopt ‘resolution’ as my resolution for this year. For that which one’s able to resolve, is no longer a blind spot or presumption in one’s horizon.
So not just a new monitor, which I do need, but also a new view of life...better resolved, discerning between broad strokes to make out the finer details which make up the picture. As to how successful I get to be; only a year’s living will tell. 
Do you have a resolution?
Annie's Song
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Annie's Song
You fill up my senses
like a night in the forest
It used to be her favourite number...The one she loved to hum...The one she loved to sing to me...the one I loved to hear her sing, and wonder as to how I could evoke such emotions in her?
And here she was, singing me this song on the New Year’s Eve...the evening couldn’t get more special...
Like a mountain in spring-time
like a walk in the rain
There we were...at a karaoke bar...couple of months after the New Year’s...it was her birthday...I had flown down from another city...giving her no idea that I would be coming down...and had surprised her...oh to see her eyes light up, and then she went over to the counter, to sing this song...to me...
like a storm in the desert
like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses, come fill me again
A few more months down the line...my birthday...she had flown down, and as we sat over a very romantic dinner the song wafted through the air...I was surprised. Just the song which I had been wanting to hear...was this coincidence?
Looked at her, saw the twinkle in her eyes...she had brought the song over and had got the restaurant to play it for us...
Come let me love you
let me give my life to you
New year’s again...we’d be married in a couple of months...there she was, singing again the song...yet there was a seeming disquiet...something just didn’t seem right...
Let me drown in your laughter
let me die in your arm
It was a restaurant in Delhi...suddenly the song came on...six months back we were to be married...six months back, got to know that her feelings had diverted...six months back had got to know that dreams can collapse completely...there was moisture in my eyes...
Let me lay down beside you,
let me always be with you
Come let me love you, come love me again
Five years had passed...here we were...the same group of friends...together for over seven years...she wasn’t there...she wasn’t expected to be there...she had made a new life for herself...and a friend put on this number...suddenly realized its significance and glanced at me?
I smiled...no there was no hurt...no pain...no anger...no rancour...just a smile...for the good days that had passed...the days that had since come...she hadn’t been singing it to me...I hadn’t been hearing this song from her...all along my singer...her audience...had always been life!
- Abhijit
Annie's Song – John Denver
Smiles
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Which is perfunctory
Held on face by steeled, a will
An obligatory tithe
The token of servitude
A gesture enacted out of needs
They are bright and attractive
like any paper flower
But carries somehow an essence of demise
Of trees brought down by acts merciless...
its life compressed
And soul stripped
For utility’s purpose and sake
They make me feel
Like a potentate
Important as long as I have dictate
Tells me in subtle reminders
that all of life is a power play
And the fortunes exists in that
which you can snatch and not
In what you can share
And there’s the other smile...
Which first starts
As a twinkle in the eye
And then bursts forth
Like a volcano on an unwary world
flooding with a mystical magma
transforming all in its wake
And it tell tales of how
The dawn always chases away the dark
Of how hunger can be whetted in the heart
It envelopes like an embrace of a warm rug
In the biting chill of a December’s night
It talks of knights
Riding to rescue on white chargers
And all those demons, the strife of life
In its presence, honour bound
To lay down all arms...
it’s about living and the glories in life
The smile, much like the flower
Exists in the fragrance
Not in the appearance
One makes me shy away
For the other I’d walk countless miles
And stay...
- Abhijit
Red
Alf Chambrun: Red Lips
Red, there it was
Resplendent
On those lips
Glossed over by love
Yet adorned with care
Invite to ever present
Some stroke of luck
Which might fall for
self adorned, that smile
set alight by the rays
of setting sun...red!
In dettached loving
Earn a night’s intimacy?
And thence fuelled
By heady ambrosia
Liquid fire in red,
Indulge in the play
eternal and carnal
Yet the paramour never stops to feel
Or in any ways inspect
The ache in your heart
As it bled away hopes
In drops of unshed tears
Engrossed in passion’s red
fulfilling ravaging lust
Who has time, to pause
And wonder
Do broken hearts
Bleed in red?
Red, there it was
Resplendent
In that single dash of desire
Set up against the pale
Of moribund dreams
Yet adorned with care...in red
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