I recently stumbled
upon this amazing group of people (on Facebook) who run Spoken Word Poetry
workshops: Airplane Poetry Movement is active in Bangalore, Pune and Bombay.
Their Bombay chapter hosted a workshop last Saturday at The BirdSong Cafe in
Bandra. With little experience in slamming and a great amount of excitement, I
landed in this dreamy, quaint little cafe. Met a bunch of lovely people.
Disturbed the traffic outside the cafe with our practice sessions. Performed
spontaneously in front of 20 beautiful people in the cafe, who were generous
enough to give attention to us (and also clap enthusiastically), rather than to
the yummy hot chocolate on their tables. This one of a kind experience left me
with a feeling of high, that feeling of high you achieve only by following your
passion (in my case, being engulfed in words). Here's the poem I performed
there in a perfect setting: rich aroma of coffee and the smell of rain, mingling at dusk. Damn! Some
cliches are just beautiful! ♥
I remember a time
When little achievements mattered
And dreams were not so easily shattered
When there were innumerable fights
But no cold battles!
When love was for
real
Whether in luxury
or in tatters
I remember random
moments and things mundane
Each curve of your
smile, also the unsaid pain
I remember each
try, the failure and the cries
I remember the
ethereal twinkle in your eyes
You may not know
the magic it holds
In a world that’s
bent on crushing souls