Out of the shadows, into something darker


July 2016

Feeling a bit hazy

It rained today.

It did yesterday too , but it was different today.

I was different today.

When I stood by the bush leaning on a pole in college today, the leaves swaying in the wind felt cooler, the apartment building against the grey sky somewhat bleaker, the moods of the clouds somehow sadder. And it was beautiful.

When I got off the bus at Gathaghar knowing I’d have to get a lift home, the rain was pounding almost as hard as my heart has been a couple of days. I jumped over puddles brimming with lights from the streets. I turned around as I walked and stopped to watch raindrops storming space above the earth. I stood and watched people seamlessly make and fill spaces in the rain.

Again I have my little book of poems by Rabindranath Tagore on my bed, beside me.

“LOVE! When you come with the burning lamp of pain

in your hand, I can see your face and know you

as bliss.”

It could not be more true.


A silent meeting

Dusk In Koteshwor.When the blue of the sky, the gray of the earth, the gold and the black of people dissolve into darkness. But before the all consuming dark, a unity in deep blue.

As if the sky and the earth are silently meeting, dissolving all distances of  differences, letting us bear witness 

knowing we have no time for fickle things.

Amidst faces of a woman

Its past seven. I get off the tampoo at Koteshwor.I hurry to get on a bus home amidst the usual bustlings of street market, people hurrying to and fro, and vehicles running around like wild animals set free. bUT then I see light fall in fragments on this woman standing on the other side of the cart

fragmenting her.

Something else looks on amidst embellishments.  Maybe nakedness needs no embellishments.

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