Mashobra...unfold

Of Rain

Of Faces in the wilderness

Of Bonfires and smoke

Of Six Strings and chords

Of shadows and darkness

Of Conflicting Egos and arguments

Of Peanut Masala and

Of rum and coke

Of Manala and mellow intoxication

Of freaky gyan which erks

Of more rain

Of the wonder car and its elements

Of chilly water and rapids

Of forced appreciation

Of forced clicks

Of longing for more

Of show of the lifetime missed

Of reality that bytes....

that was this trip...

why not

Heard her voice
Drowned in melancholy and seclusion
Thought she would and should be happy after all
Then why ….why not

I long for her happiness …..
I long for her peace…..

hold on

Mosaic of emotions
Scared, blemished, cryptic
Veiled in the little corner of my flickering mind
Want to hold them as long as I can…before they wreck
My artificially sweetened life….
Something inside seems bursting out……….hold on…

home

home..
wonder where is it......
in the quaint old town ....were my folks live and love
or in this mad house were i run after and from my facets....
amongst old deodars , mango trees and ashokas,.....
or between dust ,cement and rotten grass
150 crazy cacti..park double the size of my nest.
or 150 books ....and my mattress....
do i luv the old Victorian high ceilings with roshan dans ...
or the new space crunched rooms....and balcony
the chai,,,,newspaper and jenny
or slim milk....worldspace and my bai......
with my folks ...who are a generation ,,,,ahead....
or with my loneliness....

hmm

hmm
havent written for quite some time...
i guess i am numb
there is pain but i cant feel the pinch
there is joy but i can feel the tickle...
there is hope but no positivity
there is light but its too dark to see it
i have gone through the highest high and swimmed through the lowest low
right now....i guess i am in search
in search of well another new me
this time around....a lill less of everything////
gud night god bless