A place to scribble words. Allow them to take shape. Sometimes they lead me to a merry dance; sometimes dancing to their own tune or even running away.
Maybe one day they will tango with me and then....
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Trauma
Like a black thread against the pale skin you lie: snaking around, twisting and turning.
You wait you know a name shall be given a relation defined when someone asks who be you?
You will smirk as if to say 'now explain... the heart, the heartbeat the bindings, the leavings the reasons, the beliefs'.
Phir ek ehsaas ne chua mujhko is tarah Phir shaam dhal gayi thaki palkon ke beech
Aaj paaton ne kiya ik ajeeb shor Phool ne baandh li khushboo ki dor Titliyon ne chod diya hawa kaa haat Baadalon ne maanga suraj kaa saath
Bajaa rahi thi mandir kii ghanti Tujhko paya saamne sheesh nawaya jab bhi Chodne gayi thi har iccha kii potli Kar na payi alag khudse teri parchayi
Yeh tay hai kii hamara saath chaar din ka hai Phir kyun jaagi raat, din se hi diya jalayaa Phir ek ehsaas ne chua mujhko is tarah Phir shaam dhal gayi thaki palkon ke beech
Looking in my eyes, the child asked ‘Tell me what will I find’. ‘Delights of this world are many’ I started to describe.
Naked trees are searching For a cover of green Rain clouds are angry Daily tantrums they throw Gentle air is coughing Her battle lost with fumes Silly butterflies keep dancing Coaxing plants for elusive blooms The Sun of pale complexion Diesel invertors are their competitors Tarnished rivers shine in glee Tahitian pearl is now their sheen.
‘What do I tell you about this life We worked hard to create a perfect one for humankind.’