mihir

His head was the devil's drum He, the only audience His nerves provided the percussion Symphony of chaos His face bore an actor's expressions The world, his audience His spirit provided the deception Silhouette of darkness His ears were open to Ravens He, the only receiver His 'mastery' provided him with council The Citadel of misinterpretations His voice bore a Politician's trickery The world, his audience His struggle eluded them all The House of Cards He is you, he is me. He is stronger than before He is here to stay Life /* After feedback from multiple people in relation to the difficulty faced in understanding the poem, I have decided to write a paraphrase. 1st Paragraph: The person's head was the devil's drum- this is suggesting that the person was facing many difficulties; the devil was beating on the person's head.  However, he hadn't shared his difficulties with anyone; he suffered in

Have thought about writing for a while now, and just the lack of motivation maybe, has prevented that from happening. This is more or less how most of my blogs begin, with me complaining of the lack of driving force to get the job done! But rather than just lament about some issue or more precisely lament about how indolent I have been to lament about any issue at all, this time round, I am going to make a conscious effort to present, or rather document my nine week stay in Taiwan, given that I was there for a Summer Research Project. That last statement had some fancy terminology- 'Document', to start off with; well, I hope it does not turn out as dull as the word itself. Moving on to the other phrase that would have made you think of me as some Science Freak who went all the way to Taiwan to quench his thirst (I'm not saying that I ain't one and neither am I arguing in favour of it) but well, in all honesty, 'Summer Research Project' is just some terminology

It was crawling towards me Sensed it from some distance away, Oh I sure did It came closer Touched me right where it hurts the most, Oh it sure was tangible It took control of me Immersed in a pool together, Oh I was drowning It left me, Oh after a long time Memories. It brings a lot of baggage Rotating in the head like a carousel; Spot it, pick it, leave. It brought her towards me Imagined her in her form, Oh I could draw a picture It brought her closer Closing my eyes, Oh it was clear It let her take control of me Lost, Oh I found her It took her with it, Oh Damn Memories. It brings a lot of strength Supporting you like a pillar; Spot it, mold it, leave. It got the mirror towards me Realized what lay in front, Oh it was me It got the mirror closer Everything was there, Oh I had what it takes It crept onto me, Recollection, Oh I have been there before It left me, Oh Experience.

A Sunday. I open my eyes. The clock reads six am. A weird push in the stomach and I decide to make myself light before I go back to sleep. Siting on the spot, going through my Facebook news feed in a drowsy manner whilst my bowel system functioned normally (Surprise Surprise), I felt the need to make this morning count. A couple of months more and I would have been in Delhi for a couple of years, and I still hadn't made the most of any morning. Dawn scenes and you would generally find me sleeping or probably studying (the exam season just got over). Apart from a few early morning jogs on campus, I really hadn't explored Delhi mornings. Sunrise, nature trail and just being there all alone, for yourself- who doesn't love this? While having dinner at a fancy cafe last night (Maybe that explains the weird push in the stomach), a casual conversation about Hauz Khas Village (Can Hauz Khas talks ever be casual?) popped up. Tadaa! Hauz Khas Fort- I could go there. Idea popped up

An aeroplane. I am in one right now. Writing. Trying to, at least. I had mentally prepared to write while I was in the plane but I've spent the first 1.5 hours of the two hour flight, sleeping. Tired, am I? It's been a dramatic last few weeks. Dramatic sounds a bit too dramatic but I'm going to stick to that and let you decide the 'correctness' of the usage. It's the first of March today. The semester started a good eight weeks ago. As I look back, academically I haven't 'gained' much. I have just put in a bit of effort before the exams to get through them. This hasn't been the case with me in the earlier semesters. At least not in all of them, albeit a few. Well, but again I have only had three semesters before this. But you're getting the point. It's been different. Eight weeks. Long time. I sort of know where my time went, tentatively. Have been applying for internships since September. The year began on no different note in

Done and dusted Unclear Lying there, unsteady and expressionless Stagnancy The neurons trying to find their way Impulsive The clock needs moving Ticking The threads need weaving Artistic I needed the sixth sense Speaking out what I felt, didn't work for me Blunt People had different expectations from me Curves Emotion, stay away from it Materialistic I needed the fourth dimension You fall in love only once Truth I needed the second love They hurt, they really do Expectations Be there for yourself Pillar Look within, deep within Satisfaction Open your eyes Beautiful I need nothing.

Sitting by the window Staring into the unknown Thoughts came rushing by Worries, troubles, decisions to be taken Clearing up my mind was all I needed A little clarity here A little clarity there I thought I was doing good only until I started writing this Waiting in the bus Thoughts came rushing by Past mistakes thrown into the limelight Getting over them was all I needed A little maturity here A little maturity there In search of an escape route to distract myself A trek through the mountain ranges My photographer friend treading along Capturing my candid moments Oh, he did a great job! Sitting on the rocks, watching the sunrise Damn! The thoughts came back Darkness was all I needed To fill the little hole here The little hole there The rustling of the leaves The silent chatter of the tractors in the distance The irritating groan I gave out every now and then to fight the cold The 'air' in the wind blowing against my cheek Getting baked in the S