Ode to assurance

as I listen to shabdhane rasta perio by sayak

Gazing solemnly towards the oblivion

The far-off crowded metropolis

Everything obscured by the sandstorm ahead

The fidgety mind - too weary and jaded.

An evening bereft of sprightliness

The dejected kid and his inconsolable restlessness

The unrelenting solitude

Eagerly waiting – waiting for a hint of unruffled certitude.

 

It’s crowded, too crowded; locate me if you may.

It’s crowded, very crowded; be cautious while fighting out your way!

                                                                         

Painted in water color

Estranged image across the sky

The pensive poets

And among the clouds scattered, are their haphazard sonnets.

Wild flowers on their knees across the dry grassland

Baffled are the retrieving ripples forming on the wet sand    

The path paved for your arrival can’t crave for more

Amidst the bewilderment dwells the bizarre serenity of the shore.

It’s crowded, too crowded; find me if you may.

It’s crowded, very crowded; be cautious while fighting out your way!

Memory Remains.. Lonliness

Memories make us or we make the memories... Good question..the answer i guess is blowing in the wind...

It's funny how the memory remains...  it may remain in the form of a beautiful weather, a dusky twilight, an impromptu outing, or probably in the swaying of the eucalyptus tree.. 

may also be in the form of a heavy downpour or a gentle drizzle.... may be in the form of a song or a tune or in the form of a small chit of paper -- a bill of a roadside dhaba.

maybe a routined one of making the daily evening 'chai' for yourself and others..

may also be in the form of cooking an impromptu delicacy or bake a cake.. far from being perfect or edible yet be a sweet one to cherish for the rest of your life.

May remain among endless heartrending promises over one night's heavy drinking or may reamain amidst the lazy 'nothing to do ' moments of life..

Lots of good and few not so good...

At times can be forgettable to one while the same being unforgettable to the other..

Memories - we take pictures, we shed tears, we sing, we dance -- we celebrate.

Can it be built by one.. well I guess not or probably yes.. We have a different word for it, which I guess we call lonliness..!!

thoughts, drizzle and music - tonight

Random.. Oblivion.. Swaying... I feel, as it drizzles tonight. Kisses, so sweet and subtle, as raindrops keep falling on my head..

Wait! what was that song, no, it was never about kisses, it was about..

..It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me, 'cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free, Nothin's worryin' me...

What a lovely song! Can't stop from listening to it, round and round, as raindrops keep falling on my head...

My day started with Chopin's Ballade in Fminor and what a way to cherish the night as raindrops keep falling on my head.

Drizzle, from a lazy elegance to a steady one, little pricky, rather ticklish I feel, as raindrops keep falling on my head.

Followed by 'Orange Dude blues'  a duet by John Sebastian and Annie Raines, ah! me and my jolly nodding self, I feel high as raindrops keep falling on my head.

....and the last song for the day, rather for the sweet rainy night, it seems to die down.. ..die down to a nagging one.. Wow! nagging, never felt so good. I listen to it as I get wet.

....I am just a poor boy, hmm, work's my middle name
If money was a reason, well I would not be the same
I'll stand up and be counted, I'll face up to the truth
I'll walk away from trouble, but I can't walk away from you....

:)

...love this song, thank you! love you, for this song.

ha-ha! Someone once said, it is more difficult for a writer to write than for a normal person, like you and me..
How true! I will keep on writing as much as I can and as much as I want!

Good Night!