Arvind Dichpally

I am no poet neither have that potential, so can't be. But I've always wanted to write like one considering so many things that comes into my mind for last couple of years. If there's anything in the world I want to imitate (no, really) and be proud of it, it's the way some beautiful lyrical some writers imagine & write some of the most memorable line that leave impeccable for years & generation — a cascade of expression that sweeps you off your feet by its immense imaginative quotient, astounding authenticity and superb imagery — deliciously intense, joyously experimental, distinctively modern (they must be the only few in this generation to write in a language that speaks to the rock-addict, pop-loving generation). As i was driving today to my work happened to listen to Guru title song (even though heard several times earlier it was with my full concentration was listening to lyrics),it has four lines I am enamored of: " Jaage hain der tak hamen kuc...

As i was watching some random animal channel came to know a Hermit crabs. As they grow, they keep shifting from one shell to another to fit them properly. This does not necessarily mean that the previous shell was unimportant or invaluable. It just means that they are moving on from something which was stunning their growth. Same is the case for humans. As we go through our lives, we meet people and have different experiences at different stages. Our social circle and encounters are something which constantly change. Those who were once pillars of strength and out solace may now be just social media acquaintances or strangers. An experience which made us feel secure just may be a bland memory now. This does not diminish the value of the relationship or the experience;they were what we needed during that phase in life. As we grow, we need to sometimes let go and reboot our social circle and consciousness, which i'm yet to learn. We need to let go of relationships and experienc...

I love Windows!! As a child, i always used to hanker for the window sear during our family journeys, particularly by train. Whenever i choose to fly on occasion, my priority was getting a window seat and i remember few of those memories when i fought to sit by the window with my brothers. The window always lets the world in, no matter how small our own inner world is. Along with light, it invities views of the larger world, reminding us how small we are. And for me, a window is also the perfect metaphor for transparency. When we choose to love in spaces without windows, we lose out on perspective. We get trapped in out own vision, which grows weaker by the day. Sometimes, we may have a window, which we closed. All we need to do, in that case, is to simply open the window.

There are so many moments that I remember, that just come into my mind and have become like pictures, how do I forget them? How can i forget them & what do I tell my heart...there are so moments & there are so many things that my heart wants to pour out at times but sadly they have become silent on my lips...some day, listen to them, someday feel them, know what tears has to say…where did i lost you, where did all the nights, evening & days gone when we spent with each other....was it all dream?? Why dint this story not finish?...where did this distance come from, in both our hearts, an unknown sorrow is hidden....will it ever reduce, what can one say....both of us had once obtained in a curve of life & what sort of loneliness, what can one say...how alone is this moment. The smoke languishes in the breath, where has this distance come from? So many moments, I remember they become like pictures....how do I forget them,how can i forget them & what do I tell to...

Today as usual after a busy office day was returning home with my usual heavy heart of going back to a cocoon that i have built all this month's to hide myself from the world & not to show anyone what my eyes are speaking....noticed & almost seemed diabolic incident and somehow wondering if I could go home at all from office when a small baby met with a terrible accident just a lane in- front of me. Suddenly i could see with-in minutes the lady's car who was driving crashed to death(could have) and again those moments of pain were captured by my eyes, i got down the car rushed to see but was blocking the way for emergency vehicles to even help in whatever way i could....after many a days i felt so helpless, when i wanted to do something to contain the situation but couldn't do anything. It took me close to another hour or so to rush back home, come back to the same place where this incident happened only to know that the lady was actually working in my office. ...

Sometime my lips smile even in pain -- and those are moments when i remember the memories i shared with you and the moment i spent with you, All those past moments i got in my life with you even for a moment itself, i felt real and had i true smile. My days with you were true and those days in your arms which i spent my nights were true and today when i remember those moments, those moments force me to forget all my sorrows. Whenever i remember those memories and those past moments, those times when you were putting your head on my shoulders and those times you were hiding in my heart dear were true for me. Today i'm lost and feel like broken glass, today when i recollect those moments we shared it vanishes the loneliness in my heart even in pain i get smile...Love you always.

My dear in every room of our time together there is a box, for all the memories that we shared together, now it is the time to pack away those beautiful memories, with lot of sadness,pain and with lot of care. The first one is a simple & yet beautiful smile, whenever i was thinking about you, i tired to neatly fold into four, and that's the best that thing which I could do. Next are all the memories & moments spend with you, of the times when we were two & spent time together, wrapped with lots of love one by one, and is sealed with tears as glue. And then there are the butterflies all around, which I had when you were near & close, and now they are trapped in a cage of sadness & in dark, and locked up with a tear. Next are the times we kissed & looked into each other eyes, each of which are now wrapped with a sigh, placed next to a rolled up list, of all the times I've asked myself why.....why this separation? Now had to pack a...