Three companions : Chapter 3

Lemon knew that Bach had a special significance.
He started scribbling nervous phrases just to keep his cool.
They summoned him. He rambled across the hallway.
Everyone knew that Lemon had two obsessions:
Food and Violet. Don't get me wrong. He wasn't proud of it.

Violet looked white. She curled herself cozily beside the fireplace.
She felt troubled. She began to care for the man with yellow boots.
But..come now. Didn't they just meet? It wasn't even an encounter.
They had a past. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

Maroon looked triumphant. He was too pleased with his performance.
The approval from the crowd proved that the bizarre incident was an usual act.
The man still lay there but his yellow boots had vanished.
Lemon was showed in. When their eyes met,
Maroon and Lemon were in state of stupor.
Both smiled graciously nonetheless.

Three companions : Chapter 2

It so happens that Violet keeps humming the lines
'on and on the rain will say, how fragile we are, how fragile we are'.
She takes a sneaky glance at the man wearing yellow boots.
No! she didn't find it strange at all rather she's a little curious.
That's all.

Lemon seems to know this man.
They embrace each other and share a knowing smile.
The man enters this murky room where two hefty men
are having a big brawl. Alas! After each grisly attack,
they seem to revel in glory.

Maroon looks up, the man with the yellow boots
stoops low to pick up an empty cello wooden box
and returns a cynical smile. Maroon seemed flabbergasted.
He took out his cello and started playing Bach's Cello suite no 1.
The man fell dead within seconds.

P.S: For Piya :D.

Three companions

Meet my friend violet:
fragile and baffled
engrossed in bliss.
Apathetic towards grief
headstrong and full of herself.

You mean the outline visible from here?
Oh! That's my friend Maroon.
You see the big wooden box lying there
it is the cradle for his cello.
He is a fine cellist you see, (that's what everyone says)
but whoever comes to greet him here
returns with dead corpses in other wooden boxes.

But come now, you must meet Lemon
With his alert glance and killer smile
he sure knows it best.
Philosophies and symphonies
have a charming effect on him.
He doodles multi-hued patterns
and scribbles awkward lyrics
whenever his spirit is let loose.

10 lines

The city lights are growing dim,
the dark alleys find new companions.

An artist gives his boldest stroke,
the pallete however, appears too grey.

I stand away soaked by the rain,
the solemn cello strikes a chord in me.

The bookstore is closing for the day,
the new tales fail to evoke the finer sensations.

I walk away lonely and torn,
the nightbird and the moon show a magical path.

Sing happy dreams!!

You asked me 'what makes me happy?'
I thought I had the answer but my head seemed empty.
Words escaped my lips, my body felt heavy.
The creepy rain kept knocking on my door
but the book of music filled me with hope.

You asked me 'what makes me sing?'
I thought I had the answer but my legs felt numb.
People outside spoke of surrealism, holding on to idiosyncratic notions.
The whining wind kept hitting my face
but the mellow flute put me to sleep.

You asked me 'what makes me dream?'
To that I had an instant reply.
Far away gypsy dance, mysterious desert flowers.
The wanderers kept whispering their travels accounts
but the silent terrace narrated me a different tale.

Wanderer for life

I want to be a wanderer for life…

Swaying to the Andalucian beats…

Serenading to a Parisian melody…

Roaming love-lorn in Rome…

Singing all through the streets of Mississippi …

Miming my life’s frolic filled days in London’s theater…

Enjoying the specially cooked Sushi in Tokyo…

Fantasizing much more escapades in El Mundo…

Chronicling it all in an attempt to freeze pleasures…

Better still, I’ll be a wanderer for life…

A Musical Serenade: The Note and the Musician

There you are all too near yet so far...
Come fly me to the music box...
Come play me darling- maybe an octave higher...
Yes! colour me a shade lighter in the following movement...
Make me a tad tender than the usual days...
Let me be your ally to churn few emotions...
Let me comfort you till you find me...
O honey! you meet me at last...
And only you know my cryptic desires...