Thursday, March 25

summer rain

When you stop seeing beauty
You start growing old
The lines on your face
Are a map to your soul

When you stop taking chances
You'll stay where you sit
You won't live any longer
But it'll feel like it

I lost myself in the summer rain

Just as you find me
Always I will be
A little bit too free
With myself

I lost myself
Now there's no one else
In the summer rain

Tuesday, March 23

bland

i feel bland. just not the same. feels like i've drifted too far from myself. i want to let go. for a few days. until i start caring again. about anything in particular. about myself. about people. places. things. the disconnection is incomplete. i've stopped enjoying my thoughts. i'm tired of myself. tired of sleepwalking through life. tired of bouncing. tired of sleeping. tired of sleeplessness. not bored. just tired.
i'm returning to bombay for two months. but it has stopped feeling like home. i'm not excited. not thrilled. i wish i could just turn the other way and catch a bus to hosur for all i care. i'm tired of unfeeling. half living. and leaving. for a few days, in a faraway place, i just want to be. to live and to see.

Saturday, March 6

between darkness and light,
sunset and moonrise,
the dusk of Holi
nineteen eighty five,
twenty five years back
i was born to be alive