eyes of light

She twinkles in the moonlite like today's...
Sleeping in an alien city now..wonder if she has had dinner or has she dozed off on the bed alongside the books.She likes tea before sleeping( yellow label with very little sugar).Nights with her are like a balm...There is absolutely nothing that cant be paired down to perspective(except the temperature of the air conditioner..she likes to sleep freezing)

Everything has a proper place.You like me wouldnt know it until you know better from her!The big decisions and the small decisions are all in her EDL. Just press the button and you would know Just the right thing for you!You're a big fish or a small fish or a medium sized fish..she has a recipe for every disaster that you have tasted in life so far!(Really i am telling you!)

Lying beside her on nights like these,I have felt gawky and bumbling..like one feels while holding a little baby in one's big scratched hands. My smoothness has all gone where her shines bright! My courage is waning away while she still protects her dreams in a small wicked space...I bump into walls and reach her to ask why didnt I see them?

On dark nights when the greys of the world leaave me blind with their details, I miss those eyes of light!

Bare essentials at 26

a single friend with a 24hour hotline
a reader who follows one's writing through and through
a purple chunni to cover oneself when there is too much grey in the world
some sweets in the fridge
a familiar author who has written on ones present tragedy in life
a promising upcoming project at work
old cherished memories that can be brought up without embarassing anyone
the promise of seeing a loved smiling face sometime in the future.
a few good pictures of one's own face

Salt~

If it doesnt taste sweet
If it doesnt change color
If it hasnt burnt to become something else
If it doesnt loose taste after all the warm concoctions and freezing indiffrences breathed into it
If it doesnt harm the insides after swallowing
If it tastes bitter compared to other things at your table
If it still sticks to your 'full hands'
If you cant take it back once you've given it
If nobody can buy it nothing can undo it
Its salt!
The little salt that turned into an earring from your hand into mine...

Sand in my bra

Sipping chai at lonely stations
Sleeping with lights on in sickly cold railway compartments
Passing by the lights of the cities which have been home once
Wearing salt earrings to not forget what I have taken from the world
Fulfilling the promises made to random gods
Smiling at strangers kinder than you
Squinting and looking hard
Passing thunder and lightening on the way
Remembering the life I had prayed for
Living the life I have been given
The sand in my bra singing as I run...

My Hands

These hands that will last a lifetime
Skin that has absorbed memories
Big not petite as would have made them pretty
Not a bit brittle these bones inside
Clenching
Approaching
Poking rudely
These silly hands..
With lying fraud lines
Stubborn
Slow
Senile
Strong
These hands that I live with

Listen Buddha!

Some questions that troubled my silence in Vipassna...

Q1-Will you listen to my troubled questions?
Say yes and mean yes! Dont run away from my questions...
Q2-Do you have the time to listen to me?
You should! What else’s so important anyways…
Q3- How will I live when you are not around?
Lets talk about it at least!
Q4- Do you know how much it hurts living in this world?
Listen to me too! you listen to all the other crap of this world..
Q5- What about my dreams?
Ill bite everybody on this earth to get to them..OK!?!
Q6- Will you tell me what’s important to you?
there are no ears more eager than mine anyways!

whatever!

Dear Whoever,

Dont know if it has happened to you...
Ever felt so hungary that you cant sleep at night?
Ever begged for grace and not found it?

@#$%^^
Nobody