Warm Jackets,
Endless quilts,
Books on the floor saying 'What the heck! I am no Indian'
Simone De Bevoir calling me to travel backpack,
Abhi and I star gazing on our way back from Jaiselmer...
Travelling through creeks and folds and reaching a sweet water fall
We sisters throw away our swim suits in Goa...
Ah that nude dip in diamondy clear liquid...
...the weeds and shoals of fish...sheer art of occult...
Little brother's coming back home from Muscat...
Ma's becoming increasingly our child...
Baba swinging between sanity and love...
Thick Sweaters and Green mufflers...
Its Christmas Time again...
My mind is chasing dreams ...
...also feeling despondent and soul less...
...I can recount many more happy days...
But I can bargain it all for one smile from Ma...
So between wishing, brooding,hoping and despairing...
I tell myself... in present perfect this time Laddu...
In every end there is a begining...
Merry X'Mas and A Very Happy New Year!
touching.
ReplyDeleteall my best wishes to Ma, Pa and of course You.
:)
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ReplyDeleteAmazing :-) Touches my heart each time I read it.
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ReplyDeleteA mouthful of hope
ReplyDeletebrimming through
the senile Sun
Hope of re-birth
of an old year into a new one
Of a new love becoming old
It's the time
of the year
when jasmine flower
becomes a little girl
flinging stars
in her mother's eyes
Hoping for a life
Life alone...filled with hope
Blessed by the senile Sun...