Bhaskar Pitla

Our Mountain

2012-01-17T06:27:00.000-08:00

The night is a cold
murmur. Our breaths
heavy dizzy sentences
cant make much of
them. The world is at
a distance from the
coordinates of where we
trudge to, slowly.Careful
one wrong step and
we spiral back to
become places that
don't exist anymore.

Death of a Poet

2011-12-20T06:15:00.000-08:00

A poet died one moon

night. On the august streets

of Colaba. There was no blood

only a splattering of verses

like a staccato against the

lit tar. A BMW hit him

just when he was pinning

an image to earth. Lay bare

for the world to see. Finally he

got published. Till the morning

Vultures arrived and picked

the streets clean.

Untitled

2011-11-08T01:04:00.000-08:00

10,216 lines of
conversations on Gtalk later
when they finally met, their
hands still did all the talking

Submerge

2011-05-03T23:27:00.000-07:00

Memory fades in the waters of

Kanyakumari. Remember? when

we met following the north star we

reached the southern tip. Perched

precariously like the sun balancing

on the horizon

Slowly,

Slowly…..

we caught the thermals of the

Windmills they say, ‘take you

places you want to be’. Floating

onwards like a dream.

Nothing

stays the same in these whirls

of the sea. Our only hope is

our skin, every pore the color

of dusk, gleaming effervescence

with every breath, as the supple

waters soothe our souls and winter

flakes the greenest trees.

Freefalling...

2010-04-30T02:35:00.000-07:00

The words you speak
Are soft, porous, unending
Like the disheveled clouds
Spread across our
incoherent existence. We

are trapped in a maze
Amaze our minds. With
a daily drub of inconsequentials
We’ve become a habit. Now

you stomp your foot
And I tap my heart. Feel
the rhythmic vibrations. Listen
to the music that we make.

We traverse the world. Drift
back to the same place. Trace
our hearts with charcoal. As we
burn and lift up like ambers
of dead winter wood. I

melt like the receding
Glaciers in your eyes. And
you like the virgin
Rainforests of yore
Forever green, grow.

Sure there is madness
In this not knowing,
In this free falling,
In this letting go.

Fated

2010-03-25T05:06:00.000-07:00

it's creepy

how sometimes
thoughts
leak out
      from
           the mind and fall on
   blank sheets of paper, how
words converge in
                unanimous symmetry. How

                          they wander, float, rest
silently. Till We dont
   even grasp
        the enormity of

vowels rounded and
moments profounded.

Homes

2010-01-26T00:58:00.000-08:00

What happens to them?

The cozy places that

We inhabit

Come back to

Every evening for

All of our lives

What happens?

To homes

When they are left

On their own

Long after we cease

To exist.

Do the walls turn?

An eerie shade of grey

Do they crack and crumble

In the heat

Of May

And what happens

To all our belongings

Who tends to them?

And the beds

We dreamed on

Made love

And hate, procreated

The future

Who sleeps on them?

Does the clock still

Tick the time away
(tic-tock-tic-tock-tic….)

Stand still

When the batteries run out.

And what about

The gods we bought

Little temples

We made

All the prayers together

What’s their fate?

Walnut Dream

2009-09-06T10:20:00.000-07:00

She seeps in
Like a walnut dream
She rests herself
In my heart
Well she doesn’t know what she does to me
She’s got magic eyes

In the night
beneath the starlit sky
In light of crescent moon
her face it glows
like a magic wand
She’s like rain in month of june

and she never comes
(makes me wait)
and she never goes
(forever stays)
like a languid stream her laughter flows
and my heart’s besieged by her wonder
what to do…………

well she told me that
she’s a part of me
and we are a part of
something new
and our love, it will forever stay
as fresh as the morning dew.

Upper Crust

2009-07-11T03:29:00.000-07:00

Cloaked in sheets of linen
Lingering feel of perfume splash
Chains of gold, to free the spirit
Real self is meant to stash

Wine and caviar rules the roost
An enviable mode of existence
Walls adorn avant-garde art
Everything so chic and suave
Known not for what you are
Held in stead for what you have

Caroline Herrera, Manolo Blahnik,
Gucci and Versace too
All these names are endemic
To lives rich and famous few

Pleasantries exchanged
Same old blabber,
Same old people
Just the smiles are new
Beautiful! Yes they are
With a dash of Botox too.

Moody Rains...

2009-05-14T09:07:00.000-07:00

So what kind of rains do you like?
Even the rains have moods, you see.
The gusty windy roaring rain
Which drenches us from all sides, you see
The gently trickling drizzly rain
Which takes a bit, sometime to feel
The early morning misty rain
When everything looks like a dream
Or the late at nights the haunting rain,
Which makes the hair stand on your skin
Are these the kind of rains you like, eh?
Or the first of season virgin rain
Like it touch’s the skin like a first kiss
Tell me now
And I’ll pray for those rains.
Then we shall watch
I from here
And you from there.

Magic Sunrise

2009-03-12T06:20:00.000-07:00

After the sun has set
And the translucent amber light has long faded away
After the days are done and we herald the night
And the sky is lit up with silver moonlight
After we pack ourselves and unpack our lives
Like sheets of creased paper into envelopes
In our beds we hide
And we dream a dream for ourselves to find
After all the frowns have ceased and our lips are smile
The grass is green and the trees are style
The forests are all dense
And the rivers are wide
After all the birds go back in flocks they fly
And nestle in nests built upon the sky
After all the clouds are dark, can’t stand upright
And distill the air of this stacked up grime
A bud it blooms, a fish it slides.
After all the fireflies converge on open fields
And songs of gold the night it yields
After there is nothing but silence
And the murmur of our breaths
Our bodies entwined like two birds cradled in a nest
After all the seas are still
And our hearts are free
The twilight sets in
And we finally see.

Road Tripping - I

2009-02-02T10:59:00.000-08:00

This was it, our very own road trip. After two years of waiting and endless dreaming, we were ready to embark on our first bike trip out of town to a place called Asangoan a small sleepy village on the way to Nashik, about 90 kms from Borivali, a steady two and half hour ride. It had been long due since our college days when during our drinking sessions conversations used to veer towards heading out of town on bikes and how it would be a change from the maddening city towards something calm, serene and adventurous. But we were a bit short on money as well as bikes and maybe not that much on intent.
So it all finally fell in to place when two of my friends got their bikes – the Royal Enfield bullet, which is so very synonymous with freedom. There were six of us on two bullets and a Honda Unicorn, pretty formidable but as compared to the bullet nothing beats its hum and the sheer steadiness it provides when you are cruising on deserted highways. It was a Saturday in third week of October; the winters had barely set in and the timing was perfect. We decide to gang up in a lane next to the national park a stone’s throw away from where jimmy stays. Evaris picked me up on the way from Andheri in Kandivali while Sajit and Anthony came together from Borivali IC colony, the other guy Sushil also reached on time as it was a half working day at his office. Everybody gathered at about 4 Pm, though we were scheduled to be there at 3 pm so that we could reach in time for a dip in lake that we were so fond of. But being on time was a virtue that most of us lacked and maybe there was a strange sense of bonding in it too. So after our customary rounds of cutting chai’s and cigarettes we were off in tow by around 4.30 pm. Sajit heading the pack on his Unicorn with Anthony, me with Evaris on his Electra and finally Jimmy along with Sushil on his Machismo.
We had been to Asangoan before but it was never a road trip until now. We took the Goadbunder road leading to thane and finally the Mumbai- Nashik highway no.17. The weather was just fine not too hot or cold, just warm and pleasant. As soon as we left Bhayander and entered the green environs of Goadbunder the air smelt fresher and the roads were winding. I could hear the whirr of the bullet against the sound of wind lapping against our faces when Evaris wildly exclaimed “Dude, this feels amazing, just amazing!” and I replied calmly “yes it is, it’s almost cathartic”, then we slipped back in to our silences. We were doing a steady 40 kms as its engine was new and we just wanted cruise and take in the surroundings. Sajit was always a freak on the bike weaving past ahead time and again and then waiting again for us to catch up; Jimmy slowly was following us as he was new to biking. Our first halt was at Thane near Hiranandani where stopped for some water and to catch a few puffs of cigarette. We chatted up for a while nonchalantly about the joys of riding and how these small pit stops for food, cigarettes, and little conversations can be so profound. Then breaking the huddle we trudged on to our respective bikes, taking a left on to the Mumbai- Nashik highway, an hour away from Asangoan with a rotund orange Sun gleaming right behind us.

Rugged Love....

2008-11-27T00:35:00.000-08:00

your laughter's like a gentle stream
through my heart it flows
takes away all the pain
cleanses all my woes

your eyes are like a kaleidoscope
through them I can see
all the shades of life around
and a part of me

your curls are like a shade of tree
forever which will stay
in them i would nestle
akin to bird of prey

your lips are like a wildflower
longing for a zephyr's kiss
makes me let go of
the splendour of the daffodils

your slender arms are like liana
bit by bit they'll entangle me
until a mellow slumber takes over
your rugged love sets me free.

Back to 'B' Road

2008-09-12T09:56:00.000-07:00

the quaint corridors
are abound, with
fleeting reminiscences
veiled within
a myriad carefree ways.

echoes of your laughter
still linger, on
the stony silence
stashed within
a many splendid days.

turn around I
long too, be
there with thou
lost in flail
a queer pretty face.

of tales once rendered
on breezy winter afternoons
are all that we had,
terse a few
were winding.

now the memories are quaint too
much is lost in
the world gone by,
not to be found.
As I trudge
my feet knowingly
back to ‘B’ road.

Voices

2008-09-04T12:09:00.000-07:00

Voices in my head
Always telling me things
Facts that I don’t know
Reasons that I can’t see
Embed in the eerie corners
Always devoid of light
A clear conscience not ready

Conflicting realities leave a trail
Leave me cold in the dark
Leading to a different way
A different sense of being
Things I believe in
Gone for a toss
Making me look frail
More than I am

Craving calmly,
For something unknown
Looking outside
And inside the own
Never ending stairways
Lead me nowhere
Feel, I’ve moved
But I’ve regressed.

My Love Rant...

2008-08-03T08:13:00.000-07:00

I celebrate my love
I deliberate my love
don’t know what the hell to do with my love
I strum it out my love
I sing it loud my love
I orchestrate my love
It’s colors all mellow
violet my love
gooey, soft, mushy
chocolate my love
It’s sudden in spurts
twists and turns my love
winding till hilltops
not straight my love
It's to the sun to the sea,
to the stars to the sky my love
free like a bird
not constraint my love.
I am so stoned in my love
I telephoned in my love
don’t know how to get in through with my love
It’s neon like lights on street my love
like walking on sand bare feet my love
it’s all shine and shimmer, elaborate my love
rubies and diamonds encrusted of all shapes my love.
I complicate my love
I expedite my love
It's taking forever cant date my love
It's sinister, creepy not safe my love
hypnotic, trippy its chafe my love
It's binding so tough
concrete my love
with tales of woes replete my love
It can go on forever
this rant my love
but the time is too little
I just cant my love

Sea foam

2008-07-16T05:53:00.000-07:00

It was cold and steely the weather that day.
Just like her eyes whenever she gets mad at me.
And there was a silence not grim but mellow,
I rested my gaze on the horizon,
below the sea waving away to glory,
churning out sea foam by the seconds.
And I was completely immersed in the bustle of the sea.

In Photo-frames

2008-07-08T00:05:00.001-07:00

Memories lay beside the window pane
They look at me for attention
All the different seasons go
And they stack up,
Creep up, on me from behind
From places left far away

In pictures of different
Shapes and sizes
They speak to me
Through the zephyr
Blowing across my face
And the clinking of chimes,
Sullen feelings, pleasant times,
Conversations of nonchalance
A heady cocktail of moments
They all collude
And draw me in

The carefree summers
The mushy rains,
And the jagged chill of the winter air
Echoes of our laughter
And your longing silent stare
Are all hung up
On the wall

With the changing times
They change their hues
Some are sepia tinted
Some are black and white
Some with loads of color strewn
Some have hints of spite

Can’t escape them anyways
Cause ensconced somewhere
In my brian
Are negatives to
All the memories
Ectched in photo-frames.

Spaces

2008-06-11T00:16:00.000-07:00

Spaces still exist
Etched in to the conscious
Have been bought to the fore
Now I can feel the distance

I am marooned in a different mood
Everytime I see your face
Undone everytime you pass me by
Where u going, where u going
Where u going, where u going now…

Torn into pieces
Wither away slowly
Just as the autumn leaves
Coming apart in silence

I am marooned in a different mood
Everytime I see your face
Undone everytime you pass me by
Where u going, where u going
Where u going, where u going now…
Come on tell me…

Now I wonder where you going now
And I like to see your pretty smile
Girl if you are here with me
It just feels like spring every hour..

Untitled Sonnet

2008-06-05T09:28:00.000-07:00

After, you are done with all the talking.
After, I am done with all the listening.
maybe, you can do all the listening
and I can do all the talking
or what ever is left of it,
was not spoken or
listened to
little
and big
words, fragile and
inconsequential.Squealing
our guts out, in harmony we lay
in silence. And nothing is spoken or
listened to: now merely a gesture will do.

The Perfect Summer

2008-05-23T10:44:00.000-07:00

Summer skies, endless bounds
Reaching places not been before
Searching forests for that enduring light
Life is so amazing
Dive in to the Coral waters
Revel in the shining sands
Some space enchanting
Besiege the moment

Flapping wings, going distance
Flocks of birds bon voyage
Vast spaces and eternal seas
Sweating it out the honey bees
Grazing cattle on open fields
Lost in lovely serenity
Rotund mangoes, trudging carts,
Afternoon slumber and lemon tarts
Holding hands, taking walks,
Quietest times and endless talks
Wandering freely gone away
Precious little moments
Still longing for that perfect summer.

Decay

2008-04-21T03:08:00.000-07:00

It’s not your lies.
It’s your eyes,
that bother me

Your jelly-like, hazy purple eyes,
tug at my heart
As if they want to
say something

Your crazy little circle eyes,
spew disdain. It
seeps through
the corners of your

Sombre filled vulture eyes
and little by little
reeks through me
scarlet gloom.