Li'l Scribbles

Memories

Never, you’ve never been away from me!

Your thought

Suddenly floods my mind

Like clouds, like sunrays, like moonshine.

It doesn’t just sadden me

It fills me up also with joy,

Exuberant joy –

Like the gurgling of a flowing river

Like the warmth around the fireplace in winter

Like the comfort of a soft shawl wrapped snuggly around

Like the fragrance of magnolias

Like the velvety feel of pansies

In these ways,

And in so many other ways

Your thought brings you closer to me.

In laughter

In the creases of my dress

In loving endearments

In the echo of my words,

You hide,

Then suddenly emerge

And become one with me

Like salt in water.

Never, you’ve never been far –

Have you?

In loving memory of 'nanima' who would have turned 90 today

(Translation of the poem ‘Smriti’ by Kumidini Khaitan on 24^th October ’13 by Keshav & Shreeja )

7th October '13

yellow sipper mugs
and orange ink
thoughts that trail in meetings
the silent bell for lunch rings

funny faces and looks across the room
listening, but I'm still not here
here, but I'm not listening still

' agree, Calvin
reality continues to ruin my life too

Auto pilot

Let there be soundlessness
Let there be silence of the pin drop kind
Let there be spaces filled with vacuum
Let there be a single white cloud hanging without rain on the horizon.

Conversations stuck in people's throat
Concentration on mindless games & chores
Covering every bit of time people have
Not even a gap, a slit, a crack
There's a lot on the autopilot's plate.

Li'l red package

13 Aug '13

Chugging journey
Leaves behind smoke in a trail of small grey clouds
All aboard but my li'l red package left behind.

Oh my package
My li'l red.
Ur loss is wreckage
Oh lament.
My li'l's now dead
To me.

I can't see the green fields.
Oh!
I can't see the windmill.
Oh ho!
I can't see the birds on wire in a row.

My li'l's lost forever
To me.

It was packed in polka yellow
And smelled like a garden of roses.
White ribbons bow tied
Fell in twirled bunches.
So many li'l hearts
Pasted all over my li'l red.

Oh, my Red!
I miss you so
It wells me up.

These tracks go on for miles and more
These tracks go on for miles and more

I'll find another heart
Bind it with wind
Lace it with golden daffodils
Spray with sunset red.

Another red. Another day. Another life.
Look outside the window.
Sent on my BlackBerry® from Vodafone

www.shreejawrites.blogspot.com

good night

the dark bleeds silent tears
the silent tears evaporate into thin air
the air gets sultry

the life bleeds hope
the hope evaporates into complacency
the complacency gets too much