Thursday, March 30, 2006


Love, and the Lack of it,
Mind, and the Madness of it,
Truth, and the Tenderness of it,
Pain, and the Purpose of it,
Darkness, and the Depth of it,
Tears, and the Truth of it,
Past, and the Pain of it,
Eyes, and the Emptiness in it,
Time, and the Trap of it,
Idle, and the Intimacy with it,
Fire, and just a Flicker of it,
Gale, and only the Gust of it,
Veil, and the Visions from it,
Death, and the Design of it,
Paradise, and just a Picture of it,
Child, and the Cruelty of it,
Eden, and the Entrapment of it,
God, are you the Garden I am in,
Or I the Dream in You?

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Summer of '06

Winter’s now practically disappeared and it’s summer-time again. I can feel the sweat on my brow, feel it crawling down my neck, I can sense the stickiness of my clothes and that familiar body odor that no deo can mask away. Oh, how I miss Winter, the cold that makes me feel warm inside, grey clouds hovering in the distance, a steaming cup of masala chai, a hint of rain when I take my bike out in the morning, the afternoon sun casting a gentle smile on me before hiding behind the clouds again, the evening rain, watching the rain sipping tea from the balcony and lost in thought, getting drenched from head to toe in the night rain, getting scolded from my mom every single time and just laughing back.
The only obvious advantages of this hot and humid climate is that I can now stop applying Vaseline on my dry skin, travel to coastal areas and frolic on the beaches and have all the ice-cream I crave for. My midnight snack’s now officially chocolate/vanilla ice-cream topped with banana and grapes.