All kinds..

It takes all kinds to fill this planet.

The cranky who never seem to find peace, the fussy who fiddle around with details, the laidback who live like there is no tomorrow

So many different colours, so many different experiences, so much to talk about, so much to discover. Like the fingers on our hand. Different folks. Different strokes.

Sometimes I think keeping your eyes and ears open is such a pleasant exercise. Considering life's meandering roads there is always some music or some discord at the corner. 

Sajda

Sajde bhi karte ho
Aur khud ko kaafir bhi kehte ho?
Itni shiddat se mohabbat ki hai
toh masjid ko imarat kyon kehte ho?
Bolo?

With or Without You

'With or Without You'
and light drizzle on my face
mornings--filled with blissful lace
Travelers stuck in a mold
should pause and revel in musical gold

You know?

You know that goosebumpy moment when you know something about someone else and they are trying so hard to hide it?

You know that feeling in the elevator when you look at a person and wonder how you lived life without knowing such an individual?

You know that feeling when a stranger tries to make desperate conversation and all you want them to be is their true self?

You know that feeling when you look at your circle of friends and wonder how time passed by!

I love all of those moments and more...

Life is..

... eating chocolate icecream in the cutesy hole near your bed while your mom yells at you to clean your room.

Beauty in Words

You are a Sunday porch I could do nothing on
and feel like everything was happening.”
— Derrick Brown, excerpt from Waltzing the Hurricane


I am gorging over contemporary poetry and Derrick Brown is my temple

Loving Neruda

Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,
without your going, that cuts noon light
like a blue flower, without your passing
later through fog and stones,
without the torch you lift in your hand
that others may not see as golden,
that perhaps no one believed blossomed
the glowing origin of the rose,
without, in the end, your being, your coming
suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life,
blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze:
and it follows that I am, because you are:
it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we:
and, because of love, you will, I will,
We will, come to be. 


How can you not be in love with Neruda? He puts the gleam in my eyes. He weaves words the way God paints colors in the afternoon sky. Some light yellow, some reds thrown in and a deep shade of orange..