Orange


A flash of orange...eewww...not my colour..
I saw you...speak think...breathe..
The wind did the trick.. in my thoughts...in your hair...on my face
Or was it the darkness
Which marked our closeness
It dreamt of stories... it reeked of nonsense


White...so fair and blue...so blue
A conversation pregnant with hope
A conversation in my mind
And an evening with words and coffee beans
And those with the moon behind your back
It envisioned tales and left them to die


An occasional smile...
Tides and time moving, ticking or whatever it is they do
A happy feeling deep within
No rush, no blush, no more the sighs
Just a pretty page now that made some difference
I now like orange.

These moments, my dear

Ok here is something ...it is blah according to Madhura's definition and hence it finds a place here. Written on one out of the ordinary day for one out of the ordinary person:

An empty page is all I see

Creased with the marks of effort

No words adorn this page yet

No words have yet come to me

The empty page, is still to me so dear

It flashes with memories of you and me

Glazed, glowing the sepia tones

Appear. Disappear.

But every image speaks to me.

The page in which there is nothing to see

Speaks to me

Of a child, a boy, a man I have known

With heart full of love, a gift for me

A warmth that is the aura around my being

A spirit that binds me and makes me free

A laughter that mirrors innocent feeling

A smile that has always been my reason for living.

The images fall silent

Heard. Unheard

But they can’t say no more

For they lack the language

To express my soul.

With every breath, new images form

It intoxicates me with dreams happy and warm

Intangible as they are. Memory-filled images

Play with me and my mind

I find, they fade, I seek, they hide

Words don’t adorn this page yet

The words of gratitude fail to form

The way I wished. They seem inadequate

‘The moments’ says my heart to me

‘Mean more than these words can state’.

I look at you, now gently asleep

Next to me

A sigh of a million moments

Fills me within

A deep love I have known

In me a deep faith does reside

As on my cheek

A smile and a tear collide.

A Note:

Ok. Screw all promises and resolutions. I agree I have not been blogging regularly( and I am not ashamed, life's busy...and the brain's empty). 

But now, to more important things.....Parents are here...visiting, pampering and making my house a home. The two people in the world you can always take for granted...the two people who you know will never say NO....and the two people with whom at some point and time in life you have had a love-hate relationship.

It's strange how we experience different relationships with these two people- you are first their child, then their friend(of course many don't know what that's like and it is indeed....sad) and strangely enough, later in life, a parent(yes when your parents return to their second childhood, it is often like that). And, again, strangely enough all these roles are worth it.....

So, anyway, parents are here...the house feels warmer, the food IS better and yours truly does not need to be responsible for 10 days. The home is filled with loud cheer, long hugs, soft giggles, music, pitter, patter and thump, thump of feet and a general YAY attitude...

Now all of us who have tasted life in a different city, start feeling a little shifty and restless when asked to spend more than a certain period of time with parents...the taste of independence does that to us. Parents, are thus taken more for granted..... It seems cooler to say "I like living alone" and all the hurt that the parent generation feels is shoved gently under layers of "Well, we are happy for you...you are all so-grown up and responsible".

But dear parents.....we(as the generic children class) are idiots most of the time. We live alone and put up a brave front, only to be able to cope....we claim to love independence, only to console ourselves of all the things we feel deprived of and we do complain about you, only because that's what children do...

But we love you more than you will ever ever imagine and the only thing we want to really do is to run home and live off your money....and stretch our  childhood days to eternity. 

Yet we will still be living alone as pretending adults and still be managing in our incomplete ways...because you have taught us well and well....that's what we( the generic class of children) do.