Monday, July 28, 2014

I'll write when...

I'll write when the time is right
And when life is true
I'll wait till I'm in the mood
When I'm not -- or not enough -- blue.

I'll write when I'm alone
I'll write when I am free
But I'm too sad to write
On the nights you leave me.

I'll finish that novel someday
And the play I started too.
But today I have blogs to read
And housework to do.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Photos and Words about Bombay

I really love living in Bombay. I don't have anything very coherent to say (yet, though that may come soon), but here are some photos and observations.

I love how CST (Victoria Terminus to my childhood self) looks in the evening light.

Monday, July 21, 2014

Gray or Grey?

I can't decide.
Gray looks prettier, more interesting.
Yet my fingers automatically
Form grey.
Maybe because
It's more common.
My eyes got used to it first.
And my fingers.
Maybe that's what I was taught in school.

And so, habit wins over affinity.

Monday, July 14, 2014

The Weight in My Chest

What is this weight I carry in my chest?
This despair that overshadows my life
I am not poor or heartbroken.
Is it grief or disappointment?
Is it loneliness?
Or merely being lost
Not knowing where I am and where I'm going?

Monday, July 07, 2014

Highs and Lows

Sometimes I feel alone and full of despair
And then again I'm happy again
But not for long.
Like the ebb and flow of the tide:

Sometimes life seems full of vitality
You and life are one;

You are so lucky
Everything is going your way.

And then the tide recedes
The sands beneath your feet shift
You sink a little lower.
And the horizon seems further away.

(Written in response to something a friend said about this.)