Saturday, May 24, 2008

musings of the SA node

These lines are the manifestations of an internal turmoil......in the way to the heart of my love "Zoya".


You are ..that one drop of rain...that embraces me ..tearing apart .the mask i wore .....feel me ...like u've never felt me before ...and make a man .....out of me ..out of nothing ...actually..... .............


zoya...............when u smile ....a slender....ray of light ...gently enters the tears of separation ...that i shed ...in love ....in silence ....i have no choice but to be resurrected.....as a ..Rainbow

Children un known unseen ... playing hide and seek ..selfish and busy life on the platform..the laughter...the joy....of the children....zoya..u are talking to them...and they whisper in my heart.. pristine tearlets emerge from no where..choke my throat...Andheri 7 pm.yesterday .today and tomorrow


"rootless" men......have no name ......lives they lead ...is like a seed...seperated from their own....they float in a bliss that the cosmos envies......and Zoya loves...here and now..


in waiting for you zoya i move from thinking to feeling .....talking to silence.....and a certain death...to...life ...waiting is .....in fact ...unmasking the emotions ...of my defiant spirit .in love

When we meet Zoya....let us hold hands ..and feel the future in our palms....let us walk a mile ...on a road that has no mile posts....and let us talk...for a while.......the world can wait..in the same silence ...that i do ...holding a million orchids ....only for you.


i took the river in my palm...........and gave it back.....the moment of rebirth....is always sacred.....reborn in u Zoya .....i am free.


when u sleep ........in my arms.......i am awake ....alive .....i gently stroke your hair ....and touch ur lips....knowing that im there ...u hug me tightly ...in ur sleep....wish i could peep in to ur warm heart ....and make in it ..a home for myself .... Zoya.

with a full moon gazing at u.....and gentle summer breeze blowing over .......some times even Mumbai sheds anomie and appears less traumatic ....i yearn for u zoya ....less than i yearn...... for a raindance


the enigma.......of being in love with you ..is ..nothing but a fresh drop of dew...on a rose petal thats just born...its like the aroma of dry and lonely earth receiving the drops of first rain........zoya....

the elderly couple who fought bitterly..today...an old woman poked me so badly that my tummy hurts...and two children slept peacefully on their parents laps...a maths professor who solved another equation..the morning begins...in mumbai a bit of cosmos unfolds...


As i went up to the old tamarind tree and embraced it ....and placed my ear on her bosom.........the tree told ...in simple words...i love you......In the unborn twister that my mind was....there was birth of ...Peace ...and Joy .... and.....A story ...that needs to be told..


I dream....of you...of the sea...of the waves...of the sun....of the footprints on the sands.....and live ....dont be afraid of my love Zoya....just fall in it ...and live with me ...for ever and ever...


Some times I wonder .........why do u have to flirt with me ?at all......
I know .............now .........You are in true love...!!!
How does it matter ? if it is me ....or if it's me not....

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