Friday, November 26, 2004

Another Proxy

Work piled all the way up to the stratosphere. Here's another transcription pretending to be a post. From years ago.

I came to your city
And you met me at that ungodly hour,
Wide-eyed and unsleepy.

You gave me your cactus to hold
Soft solky bristles small green in brown earth
Translucent blue pot
While you drove across town to give it to someone.
You took me home to your little room in a corner tucked away
Under roof, windows open on green and sunlight
Reminds me of home
And shared with me your city, your people, your smile.

And if only for half a day
I want to thank you for your cactus
Your little room
Your sudden smile.


Kraz Arkin said...

Nice, can see the pot and the cactus...

bubu said...

i smell the anonymous sadness of meetings and partings - that's the way things seem to go. your colours get under my skin and i can almost smell the dust of forgotten moments. i like. very much.

vijaydinanathchauhan said...

home... home, is where I want to be
the blue pot and the cactus are all I see

Nitid said...

me too had work piled up till the stratosphere :(..meaning exam time and JIT got a lil winter break so will chill...and will also be coming to Mumbai.

hope u r doing well...take care