Thursday, April 19, 2007

newyork angel




An almost stranger from the past waiting

An unfamiliar, unexplainable anxiety which was shadowed by the steeping excitement

Busy hotel lobby bursting with rain drenched travelers and I try and read every face which seems pretty and her

And their i see her scanning every face to find a reflection of me...

She stands pretty and tall on the steps with her oh I am so tired look

We walk across to the café, its raining thoughts, perspectives, emotions, illusions, and madness

Corner café at a busy Manhattan street, Italian food , goo goo dolls in the background….

We share a little that we had in common, the weak stitch from the past and little which was unknown, unspoken …stitching us together forever or so it seemed

Her views, her perspectives, she was like my alter ego

The best lunch in the past 12 months and the happiest entry in this blog

1 comment:

Sherry said...

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwh Vaibhav...so nice...of u thankyou...for calling me the new york angell...(lol, hope me only na..not the goris...left n right,,,)...well i suare i wish v both had some more time...thats why i sya to everyone who comes to NY, please make some time for this beautfull city n its beautiful people..lol..well u do rite well.Happy Writing!!!