Thursday, September 24, 2009


A crowded room,
an empty cup,
silence and its names.

A broken nail,
a forgotten lock,
blood and its traces.

A handful of sand,
a glint of sun,
fire and its embers.

A garland of flowers,
an album of uncles,
memory and its voices.

A string of silk,
a patch of sky,
rain and its scents.

A fallen leaf,
an open window,
time and its places.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

One Rainy Afternoon

"Yes, finally they arrive."

"Yes, indeed."

"I love the monsoon. Though you don't seem to share the sentiment."

"Nothing like that. I do too. Quite a lot."

"Then why aren't you as excited?"

"Yes, obviously I am not as excited."

"And why so?"

"Does any statement here merit any reason?"

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing. Should there be?"

"There definitely is something. What is it?"

"Receding hairline."

"Ha! Why old man, that shouldn't bother you. What's wrong with acquiring age?"

"Everything, apart from- no, everything."

"I don't care now.. I just want to enjoy these rains"

"Go ahead."

“I can go on about how rains make everything seem so beautiful and romantic-”

“That’s the problem- going on about what seems to be what- too many movies and novels I say”

“That’s not true- ”

“Obviously not!”

“Yes, obviously not!! People love rains!”

“They say they do”

“They say what they feel. Don’t you feel these things?”

“People feel too many things. What things are you talking about?”

“Oh rains do these things to me….I feel... Let’s go out for a drive.”

“Why don’t we just stay in and help you out with these things instead?”

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing and everything. Now, let's see what the rains are doing to you..."