Friday, August 21, 2009

She glanced around fondly, at her favourite place in the world. it was as though a puzzle piece from the past had dropped onto the fast changing street, where the buildings grew taller and barer and cars grew louder and shinier. there were no shiny cars here. the man across the road still had an impeccably white astra, that his driver, who's hair had grayed only marginally in the last thirty years, scrubbed down every morning. the new car was not for show, it stood discreetly covered in the corner, as though it knew it did not belong.
The walls were yellow. it was incredible that even though they were repainted almost every year, they began peeling withing a month of painting. the cracks in the walls and the creeping wisps of the rebellious peepul trees were perhaps the most beautiful thing in the world. there was a time when she had hated the creamish-yellow, called it ugly and cheap, but she loved it now, it was perfect. as she turned the car into the uneeven driveway through the cracking white gates, she smiled as she saw the garden peeping out from behind the low wall. it was gorgeous, with every imaginable kind of flower climbing up walls and crawling along the grass and standing straight and tall trying to catch your attention as you got off the car, to entice you to slip in just for a moment. the nimbu tree was heavy with magnificent green limes that had a scent that couldnt be found in any vegetable market. home grown ones always did.
the plastic tarpaulin that hung in the uncertain space between the garage and the garden wall, that hid the gardeners tiny home, where generations had grown up and married and had babies with the same big brown eyes, the same warmth, knack for learning and affinity for happiness, but were carried away to the village to the same fate once they turned eighteen.
homes were places for broken hearts, she reflected. homes were never really sanctuaries, they were usually the place for greater turmoil than the rest of the world.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Close Your Eyes

close your eyes
and imagine that the wind is taking you with it
to all the places it wants to go
close your eyes
and watch
as it takes you through its phases
anger, misery, lust, euphoria
listen
to the slow melancholy whistling
at a broken hearts window
slowly building..
gasp as the fury wrenches at its soul
weep
at the pain the wind left behind
the shattering silence
the shades of quiet.
feel for the poor heart
left crying over the broken glass,
and then move on with the wind,
close you eyes
and watch
from a distance
all that you were.

.....

close your eyes, and imagine
that you flew away with the wind
to the place in his heart
that never lets you in
close your eyes and imagine
that the wind blew away
but that hollowness inside is here to stay
close your eyes
and picture
what its like to be free
free from all feelings
what its like to be me
close your eyes, can you hear?
the dawn rush away
the overrated sunrise,
the insignificant day
close your eyes and just watch
as the world goes on its way
and nothing but the silence
is ever here to stay