Castles in the air - they are so easy to take refuge in. And so easy to build, too.

आम्हां घरी धन शब्दांचीच रत्नें | शब्दांचीच शस्त्रें यत्न करुं ||
शब्द चि आमुच्या जीवांचे जीवन | शब्दें वांटूं धन जनलोकां ||
तुका म्हणे पाहा शब्द चि हा देव | शब्द चि गौरव पूजा करुं ||
- abhang of Tukaram Wolhoba Ambile of Dehu

There's No Freedom Like That of a Child's Imagination

கடலுக்கு உண்டு கற்பனைக்கு இல்லை கட்டுப்பாடு

Monday, May 04, 2009

Summer is still here

Night clouds shine red with
pollution, the city's busy
watching TV.
- me

City on this side,
red clouds above, stars' time-
less bloodgames beyond.
- Max

I wake to morning's
symphony, the koel leads.
the sparrows chorus.
- me

Early morning bird-
fest, appears rather like
a parliament.
- Max

It takes me seventeen
syllables to say something,
it takes her none.
- me

One cold look from her
and my seventeen syllables
crumble into dust.
- Max

The morning breeze wakes
me up, then leaves me alone
in searing stillness.
- me

Searing stillness
portends a lull before the
storm: we can just wait.
- Max

Fresh dewdrops wake me
up, then vaporize to come
back as dripping sweat.
- me

Sweat often seems like
tears shed by a dumb skin -
hassled, scared, witless.
- Max

Breeze, the balm supreme
for skin lacerated by
sun's merciless glare.
- Max


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