...when it rains, its just the one awning on the shop, the protector
and it does not discriminate
not between the laborer nor the lady
not the officer or the beggar
"the shelter i provide is not only yours or theirs to take",
it says...
"for as many as can fit it, a dry spot for all is mine to make...
because when it rains, i am the awning, the protector...
and i don't discriminate..."
[one rainy morning in mumbai, journeying from home to work]
To Be Continued for a Conclusion.??.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Monday, June 18, 2007
probability
just some pain in the rain today
washes away those most wanted yesterdays
can i please live that life one more day
can you please make those hours...forever to stay
in the blinding darkness of these eyes wide open
in the blankness of these empty stares
i only see a time gone by
back when it didn't matter...to understand
i realize now..it was life and happiness waving a goodbye
have sat here for a minute and thirty
trying to paste a picture of my thoughts
this sheet wears a blank..is the same nothingness as before
can you please explain this void through the myriad confusion of my mind
can i please collect my autumn ideas in a spring basket of time
when you walk a forked road in two directions never to meet
and have not the courage to walk a third...your probable choice
and reach a destination...no matter what might be
undo yourself your box of pictures
for all things spurned, you will always carry your own memories
there's no more rain for this place today
didn't wash the pain, took away my yesterday
i tried...couldn't live that life one more day
you..couldn't make those hours..forever to stay.
PS: wishing for a happy ending.
# have relocated my life to a new city. the experiences abound ...somehow the words don't.
Mumbai is a city of dreams they say...for me it is a place to snap out of my reverie of the past years and take charge of life...again!
It's all good.
washes away those most wanted yesterdays
can i please live that life one more day
can you please make those hours...forever to stay
in the blinding darkness of these eyes wide open
in the blankness of these empty stares
i only see a time gone by
back when it didn't matter...to understand
i realize now..it was life and happiness waving a goodbye
have sat here for a minute and thirty
trying to paste a picture of my thoughts
this sheet wears a blank..is the same nothingness as before
can you please explain this void through the myriad confusion of my mind
can i please collect my autumn ideas in a spring basket of time
when you walk a forked road in two directions never to meet
and have not the courage to walk a third...your probable choice
and reach a destination...no matter what might be
undo yourself your box of pictures
for all things spurned, you will always carry your own memories
there's no more rain for this place today
didn't wash the pain, took away my yesterday
i tried...couldn't live that life one more day
you..couldn't make those hours..forever to stay.
PS: wishing for a happy ending.
# have relocated my life to a new city. the experiences abound ...somehow the words don't.
Mumbai is a city of dreams they say...for me it is a place to snap out of my reverie of the past years and take charge of life...again!
It's all good.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
her block...(maya pt 2)
she has wondered often... about the times she can't write...
her block...(maya pt 2)
there's no music in my life today
no song to explain the cause of the day
an uncharacteristic emptiness of thought inside
or so maya , two years later,leads herself to believe
understand that you lost the right to deride
the day when you found your first word to write
there is an overwhelming urge to think
to give direction to a chaos that reigns
to find one milestone pointing towards light
to prove wrong these self blames
but sometimes life's like chalk on slate
where each single day can be wiped away
all then that is left are memories
of lines and songs that could've been mindtrees
there's no music in my life today
no song to explain the cause of the day
into this inexplicable silence why i foray
i think maybe today... i have nothing to say.
there's no music in my life today
no song to explain the cause of the day
an uncharacteristic emptiness of thought inside
or so maya , two years later,leads herself to believe
understand that you lost the right to deride
the day when you found your first word to write
there is an overwhelming urge to think
to give direction to a chaos that reigns
to find one milestone pointing towards light
to prove wrong these self blames
but sometimes life's like chalk on slate
where each single day can be wiped away
all then that is left are memories
of lines and songs that could've been mindtrees
there's no music in my life today
no song to explain the cause of the day
into this inexplicable silence why i foray
i think maybe today... i have nothing to say.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
stranger face, assures all's well
dear umbrella man...
don't know when/if i'd ever see you again...
don't know when/if i'd ever see you again...
stranger face, assures all's well
they walked the same road in opposite directions
there he was, comfortable in his person
and there she went, conscious of her being
he didn't see the frown on her face
caused by dissatisfaction in everything she knew
she saw the lines on his
native to wisdom that showed
in the calmness of his visage
they passed the other and moved on
him, w/ the stride of purpose
her, w/ a thought of what was behind
the eyes needed to see what the mind thought improbable
so she turned to see him walk his lane
the old man w/ an umbrella
on a day that wasn't to rain
sat staring outside her window one day
complicating the world inside her head
her roving eyes stopped at the tree
where stood the old man plucking flowers
slung simply across his shoulders rested the umbrella
unopened , its hold supporting his significant acts
inspite of herself she decided to remain
to see the old man w/ an umbrella
on this other day that wasn't to rain
he saw her walk up from the opposite direction
another entity among the plethora he crossed everyday
his hand clutching the unopened umbrella
he walked with his stride of purpose
oblivious to the smile that formed itself
never to know the silent greeting sent his way
she could stare but explanations would be in vain
about an old man
who carried his umbrella on days that weren't to rain...
they walked the same road in opposite directions
there he was, comfortable in his person
and there she went, conscious of her being
he didn't see the frown on her face
caused by dissatisfaction in everything she knew
she saw the lines on his
native to wisdom that showed
in the calmness of his visage
they passed the other and moved on
him, w/ the stride of purpose
her, w/ a thought of what was behind
the eyes needed to see what the mind thought improbable
so she turned to see him walk his lane
the old man w/ an umbrella
on a day that wasn't to rain
sat staring outside her window one day
complicating the world inside her head
her roving eyes stopped at the tree
where stood the old man plucking flowers
slung simply across his shoulders rested the umbrella
unopened , its hold supporting his significant acts
inspite of herself she decided to remain
to see the old man w/ an umbrella
on this other day that wasn't to rain
he saw her walk up from the opposite direction
another entity among the plethora he crossed everyday
his hand clutching the unopened umbrella
he walked with his stride of purpose
oblivious to the smile that formed itself
never to know the silent greeting sent his way
she could stare but explanations would be in vain
about an old man
who carried his umbrella on days that weren't to rain...
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