Li'l Scribbles

October '06

**** He was my friend....now, he's Brutus.

****The pain crossed the point....now, It gets me high.

**** There are three kinds of ppl..
one, who like you;
two, who don't like you;
and three, who don't know what to do with you.
I find the last kinds, Interesting.

**** I Don't wanna reach the highest points and the high peaks of life....
....I just wannna
.............truly, deeply, totally.......get under the surface.

The Night Waits

14th August'05

When the sun goes down..
..and the birds are back in 'bodes...
And when the sky of the dusk doesn't darken..
..but glows, redder and redder............................................................

I hold in my hand..
................................a li'l diya...
...a shimmering, glimmering, flickering flame..
...an ode to the sindoori beauty, night.

She peeps through her bridal finery and then again shies away..
She's quiet, doesn't speak.... but her breathing gives her away....
She pulls her dupatta all over herself, yet again...and gets lost in her thoughts..
She waits with faith, counting the stars she adorns...

She waits..
...........She waits..
....................She waits..
motionless....noiseless.....just so quiet........
But just as the dawn breaks....
.............she whispers........."why?"

My Caravan on The Road

13th October '06

The echo of silent strings
and the core black transcends...
A night without u..
turns so long..................

A time when people sleep
an opportune to be home..
tucked under covers,
safe and sound.................

My home I cannot see..
and a sleep which does not sleep...
Traversing the tips of continents...
My home, My Caravan...
on a journey
without me.................