Adam’s Complaint
Some people,
no matter what you give them,
still want the moon.
Some people,
no matter what you give them,
still want the moon.
Sure I am that this day we are masters of our fate, that the task More
She does not know
Her beauty,
She thinks her brown skin
Has no glory.
If she could dance
Naked,
Under palm trees
And see her image in the river
She would know.
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Go Away. No, Stay. Please.
Stay. With me.
Stay. So we can share our dreams.
No, so we can share our fears.
Our songs and our hopes. More
Life with you is fun.
Nobody understood me before,
Now even I don’t.
-Kunal Goel
Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
It was one of those annual events organised by Bombay Chartered Accountants’ Society. These events never fail to invoke a sense of deja vu in me, as if I’ve been through all this before. The same felicitations, the same speeches, the same speakers, the same client-solicitings, the same back-stabbings, the same plastic smiles, the same anger, the same joys, the same faces, the same everything. But this time More
You look at the empty room that you reside in. The ticking of the clock is all the ‘life’ there is in this vast emptiness. You lie down on the cold floor. You want to feel the cool that it emanates. It’s wonderful and you close your eyes.
You remember the distinct fragrance of the hair oil that your father used every morning. It’s one of your treasures, your memories of home. You remember every time More
Note: Odd lines by girl, even by boy.
Can half a minute save your life?
Hey ten seconds would do!
Come on you surely don’t mean that.
I’m sure it’s not untrue.
The gold of the day, dissolving into the silver of the night. And you are wondering about a small speck on the globe. So small that it almost erases into insignificance. And yet he is so important. He is packing bit by bit of his life. Uprooting and then travelling all the way around the world to give life to another four walls. He works tediously. It hurts him. Where he broke his back. But he has no choice. Or so he thinks.
You wonder if he has had More
I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too—
And angels know the rest.
Those lonely days,
Those lonely nights,
That weeping face ,
Those crying eyes,
What she said I’ll never forget,
Those words felt like, More
“What is the meaning of life?… a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years. The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark.”
- Virginia Woolf from “To the Lighthouse”
And then there are people who dont talk much. I always suspected he was one of them. But my worst fears didn’t realize until the day we were finally left alone in the elevator.
It was a really hot day and I was running late for a really important meeting at work. Some financers were coming More
That’s my last duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive. I call
That piece a wonder, now; Fra Pandolf’s hands
Worked busily a day, and there she stands.
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