Tuesday, June 24, 2008

As though in a dream

As though in a dream,
Water splashes through the air
And gushes from the clouds.
Shimmering refreshing shower
Transformed from white to blue,
From springs to streams,
From torrents to waterfalls,
Whipping up mountains of froth.
As though in a dream,
You hear the faint spattering of a mist,
The babbling of a mountain brook,
The roar of a majestic cataract.
Sparkling in the sun,
The water murmurs its ode,
Chattering with a stream,
Humming a sweet melody
As whispered confession of love.
As though in a dream,
she releases her ethereal essences,
Like the freshness of a garden.
Light as a cloud,
Diffusing exhilarating perfume
With delightful chill across the skin,
Despite the enveloping heat.
For her, water becomes a caress.
The sensual sweetness of rose water
Blended with the succulent flesh of pear
For a mouth-watering start.
For him, water becomes a bracing spindrift.
Frosty zests of mandarin bubble with vivacity.
Sprinkled with aromas of aromatic sage,
He becomes an invigourating wave,
Cooled by the nearly marine
Accents of sweet nothings.
The frosted white heart holds the promise
Of an otherworldly paradise:
A vision of water, air, clouds and flowers.
It opens to unveil bottles tinged with poetry,
In glass as blue as the midsummer sky,
Adorned with delicate murmurs
Screen-printed in white thoughts.

Friday, June 6, 2008


The other day I was having an email discussion with one of my friends. It was about troubles and relationships. I wrote to him, ‘I love troubles...That’s why I'm where I am... After all, I love u and that is all what matters…’
He replied, ‘in three lines, u have said that I am trouble!!!!!! I love troubles and I love u. The inference is you are trouble.’
The whole thing was laughed out, but I realised that I do make such comments often. I am confused if anybody is offended by such remarks. It is never deliberate, but it creates uneasiness within me. I am more conscious when I make even the silliest comments.
Here is another incident. After office I have to wait for a taxi to go home and getting a taxi is a nightmare especially on weekends. As I work on the weekends, I face it every now and then! Last time it happened, I phoned up my mom and told her,
“Mom, I can’t get a taxi. Will u come? If I get a taxi, I’ll come by myself.”
She asked me, “If you are getting a taxi and coming home, why do you want me to come to the office for nothing?”
I just laughed out feeling myself as a clown. What else could I do?