I think I'll never see
rain like this
that joins sky and earth
and otherwise
never touch hearts
of you and I.
May the rain , rain over me
and you be the raindrop
that slurps
in to my heart pages
stored words ,
lines - half erased ,
completed,
the jumbled ones and painted pictures
down the straws
of every vein and capillary
and walk tippet y -toe
in and out
hearts and kidneys .
Eventually you know
everything connects
even raindrop and blood
and even ,
you and I...
Sunday, October 26, 2014
When you have young blood in you
There are up days and down days. There are things we like to do. There are things we want to do but we cannot do. Life is short. There’s only a little you can wish when you are in death bed. I remember a Lawyer, now a Judge saying that you should enjoy every little thing that comes your way. ‘Do not wait for a ‘nakatha’ (an auspicious time) and overthink whether to do or not. Some things fleet so fast, you can’t get them back. If you get to work with a Minister, tell him to take you too around the world. Fill passports .There is so much to explore....
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Some nights in Mount Lavinia
Pic by www.grinellgallery.com
Sun down
inky and thick
half blackened buildings
unfrequented streets
meowing cats and watch dogs
and dancing bats
shadowed on walls
some thin and fat.
Tuk tuks for little miles
cornered in line,
salt spray wipes,
sea wave frolicking ,
the sweet prawn vibes,
even Gin and rum
mixed with 80’s rhymes.
Marlboro crushed
march madness of getting high,
And then,
there is anecdote,
pinched...
Saturday, October 18, 2014
Dear Hiranya , Even miracles take a little time*
It’s why in dreams you have no heart ache; you can be whatever you want. So, Cinderella says believe in what you want to be, even if the heart is grieving. Sometimes all you need is trust, faith and a little pixie dust. Plus an accident too. The broken shoe took Cinderella all the way to the palace. Not necessarily saying that we’d live ‘happily ever after’, but there’s some magic in this universe. You just got to know how to play...
Feet Again
Pic by www.vergenetwork.com
These feet
I love
has crushed by weed,
fed in debris,
strided in time and archeology,
showered by waters in the oceans,
upon the streams,
walked upon earth
like blade ploughed gently in field,
upon the wind
like blown away missiles,
strolled upon heart
with longing , hurt , bruise and everything else
and with millions of secrets
dissolved into one
like dust particle
thrown away into sky.
...
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
In celebration of 'You'
( For Justice A.H.M.D Nawaz)
On some days you are heavy heartened ,
when you capture the wrong , the wrong doing
your world is delicate
soft like a baby’s breath
tender chuckles spilled
and giggles that transforms in to magic,
dancing fairies , Carolinas and Ceasers
wrapped in principles and judgements
even the words orphaned
wisdom and many realities .
I know you
in a little less years
but then ,
I don’t know what you’ve done,
I don’t know what you have seen,
You have walked the grass , the stone , the...
Saturday, October 4, 2014
There are maps and map makers too
There are maps once drawn. Maps once lived. Some drawn and torn. Some marked wrong. And some maps renewed. There were maps to study, maps to frown over. They meant something. Sometimes life is land surveying or cartography. Hearts wait for people and places like maps that wait for countries yet to come.
Even our bodies are mapped. We don’t let blood vessels to run wherever they like. Their ways are carefully identified....