She is sitting in her dormitory, staring out the window. Unaware of her surroundings. Unaware of my presence. I start to call her name but hesitate to break the silence. Cool November breeze touches her hair and I notice the moon glancing at her. I decide to stand quietly by the door and join the moon in this sight. How simple and beautiful, even her sadness. She looks down at her bangles and holds one hand in the palm of other. I dream to be those bangles on her arm that flirts with her hair when she ties them. It caresses her face when she tries to wipe those tears. The tears invoke me to inquire about her grief. I sit next to her, take her hand in mine and ask, “what’s the matter?” She looks at me and speaks softly, “look, the bangle broke.”
I like to think people in my life as Ornaments. They are the ones that decorate me with their different and unique personalities and make me who I am. This blog will mostly be about them.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Walking among the angels
looking for a legend
He carries with him, his hopes and dreams
and a bag full of memories
The dreams keep him awake
and the memories keep him alive
So he moves towards the mountain
where his personal legend awaits
He hums a song as he walks
and his steps follow the beats
The song that only he knows
The lyrics that reflect his soul
Music comes from the wind
and the birds join in
Trees and peaks couldn't resist
and they begin their dance
Silly traveler continues to walk
missing all the signs
He’s blind to the miracles
and the beauty that surrounds him
Passing all the fellow souls
and the angels that make way for him
Reaching for an unknown
on a search that may never end
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
HAITI
Photo: Tequila Minsky for The New York Times
Many bodies, lying still, scattered in this land
Many strangers in this field, but there might be a friend
Many strangers in this field, but there might be a friend
Teary eyes, crying faces, digging rubble of despair
A little girl looks at you, wanting to hold your hand
"This is a time when we are reminded of
the common humanity that we all share"
~President Obama
Monday, January 11, 2010
Swimming
I am swimming in the alphabets...
dodging all the fishing nets... ships and freaks and crazy jets... carrying thousand giga pets... line them up and play some sets... pump it up as loud as trumpets... piano, drums and clarinets... don’t stop till the sea-horse rests...
I am still swimming in the alphabets.
dodging all the fishing nets... ships and freaks and crazy jets... carrying thousand giga pets... line them up and play some sets... pump it up as loud as trumpets... piano, drums and clarinets... don’t stop till the sea-horse rests...
I am still swimming in the alphabets.
Painting SEARCH by Rodger Roundy
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