THE BIG CLIMB

THE BIG CLIMB
I Climbed it

Thursday, October 23, 2008

tussie-mussie

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!

5 comments:

  1. touching.

    all my best wishes to Ma, Pa and of course You.

    :)

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  3. Amazing :-) Touches my heart each time I read it.

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  5. A mouthful of hope
    brimming 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...

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