The feel

Seen her a few times and

Today talked, and

I am crushed.

When the heart sinks

It takes more time

To imprint.

And mysterious eyes,

Hypnotize, and I turn,

Every time she leaves.

And I know, she’s the

Bestest, beautifullest

In the worldest…

And I surge ahead,

Dance with imagination, Fly…

Don’t read, just feel.

Artificial dream

Artificial dream

I want to tell you a hundred things,

And whisper in your ears,

A thousand things, and

Share a million experiences,

And then some more…

I want to be with you,

Hand in hand, wherever you fly,

And see those, ever curious

About-to-laugh eyes,

Forever…

I want to hear your voice,

In every tone there is,

And sit with you and watch

The Sun going round

And round…

And walk with you

In the rain,

Water dripping from our hair,

On paths, weaved with

Wild wet flowers…

And run on the beach,

Play catch-me-catch,

And listen to waves and wind

While watching the skies dream,

And then some more… 

a new era

this june 2012 seems to me like a new era, as if i have passed a new mile stone. its wonderful how many new things you learn when a jump in your perception levels occur.

had a 15 day travelling trip in the last 2 weeks in the month of May, and passed through Nasik, Mumbai, and Kerala... i had been away for 2 years and the gap seemed enormous, changes every where very noticeable.  the world does seem to double its speed of change with every decade.  

in Kerala met my university friend, and his small family of about 150 people... it was awesome to meet those people and only then i realized how much i missed meeting all those people.  the return journey from kerala to nagpur happened in an auto pilot mode, i was in a trance of nostalgia, so the good thing was i was in a slow moving train and had nothing to do but day dream..

post return, i am meeting more than a dozen people who are interning for a month or more duration, and its wonderful to meet new people as well as getting back to colleagues, even though the gap was just 15 days, it seem longer.  (maybe its just me, or maybe others also feel the same way).

can't put down the changes that have happened to me in a very specific way..  and oh yeah, i am moving ahead with barefeet life style, and enjoyed traveling barefoot even in the summer... the sensations that every step gives is priceless, and its a shame to close our feet for most of our life time.  some day footwears will become like video cassettes... ;)

Painting

Painting

Let it be hanged,

On a nail, in your room,

To be admired, they said.

The painted house carried

That weight without a word,

Where I live, with my parents.

I stared, at the expanse,

The depth and colors,

Which they gave me to look at,

With an expensive sign underneath,

Invest in art was that week’s advice

Of priests at my father’s office.

Green grass, pretty flowers

And a lone mountain looks back at me,

Wherever I walk inside my room.

I was annoyed at the intrusion,

Until the golden frames gleamed,

Made us friends, fellow prisoners.

Daughter…

A love is lost,
Do not mourn,
Before ghosts from the past arise,
Let the dawn enter soon…

You have a beautiful life,
Ahead of you,
Wasted words don't count,
Princess of hearts look back, don't.

You have not lost,
And broken hearts mend,
And I see you,
As a fairy tale's end.

Tradition

Tradition

She seems eager to talk...

I can feel the vibes,

Sparks igniting...

But will this fire start

An unholy dance?

At times resolve weakens,

Then even when she smiles,

Feel like covering

The rising sun, again with

A starless blanket, 

To keep it from rising

I snuggle close

To my own arms,

To be comfortable,

Just to stay there.

Retrenchment

I lie down on bed,
Look at the row of buttons
On my shirt, in a line
Like a series of events
Unconnected, yet tied up.

After the routine temporary death
I woke up, tried to identify myself
With the help of a mirror
But couldn’t; Irises kept darting
Like caged birds.

That cage, hung on an
Emotional chain, steadied itself,
When like cattle, I consumed
Paper grass at the office, until
A shrill telephone bell announced,
Without waiting for lunch break.
Axe’s often fall here at noon.

more on barefoot living...

8 months about to be completed on barefoot 24/7...
had a small injury on left foot, but allowed it to heal naturally and within a week restarted 5km running.
i was worried about being barefoot in summer, as roads and much of artificial construction materials heat up... but looks like my feet have developed enough to withstand the heat.
hope to visit kerala in the month of May and be barefoot all through there as well.

been hearing advice about 'why i shouldn't be doing this barefoot thing'. as i look back at the bunch of advice i have received, what i realize is - the advisers always point out things from THEIR point of view - things which concern THEM the most! even though they are telling ME, what i should do, the reasons are all from their own life - its not connected to me at all.

again and again, i wonder, what makes them give such free advice, right away, whenever they find something different. i dont ask them for advice, i dont tell them to do what i do... as soon as they see or hear about my barefoot style, they start off with...
"why? that's dangerous"... you shouldn't be doing such a thing"... (this is the common starting point --> and my guess is that, "after saying this sentence, they start looking for reasons, why i shouldn't do so".

once, i couldn't stop myself, and i blurted out when someone started telling me, why i shouldn't run barefoot - "i asked the guy, please tell me, which year did you win Olympic gold for running?"... fortunately i was running and he was walking in the opposite direction - so he didn't hear my sarcastic comment properly.

i should work on improving my patience.. that'd be tougher than barefoot living :)

gotta re-write...

Without saying anything how do you piece through
Without doing anything how do exhude enigmatism

Your eyes avoid, wander around, Like a bird on top,
When you try to figure a pattern of its flight on a clear sky

And those lips colored so grey, a shade closer
To darkness than light, like petals on a bud closed up

And her eyes like the wet smoke arising under water
Out of thick purple camouflage, released by an octopus

Her aura like the mist arising in the middle of a night
Which moon forgot, eerie enough to evoke silence

It doesn’t end there, her eyes, like the roll of smoke
Thickly reproducing infinite loops without entangling

Is it a crime to experience aesthetics of a human face
An excuse takes wings, like guilt ridden angel’s plight

She always leaves me stunned with her smouldering look
What would you do when it doesn’t stop even at the end?