I try to say a lot while saying very little. Get used to it.
gese
When it started we were alright
But night makes a fool
of us in the daylight
sitting back. headphones in place. the strumming should come from your fingers, but it echoes in your head nonetheless. you look at the the screen in front of you. its getting boring. you’ve been looking at it for a while now. seven hours is a long time. you think you hear something. headphones off, walk around. nothing. the place is dead. there’s no-one around. motion sensor lights come back on as you walk past them, one doesn’t. you move back and forth to get its attention, this is unfortunate… a motion sensor won’t recognize your existence. and this matters to you.
have you become so mundane that you are considered part of the background ?
the final light flickers on.
So up they picked me by the big toe
I was held from the rooftop then they let go
Dizzily screaming ‘Let the windows down’
As I crawl to the ground
you want to yell. you want to scream. you want to be seen. you want to be known. thats why you’re here. you don’t want to be nothing. you don’t want to be forgotten in the debris. you don’t know what you can do to make sure you are never the muck. you are tired of being the shadow. you don’t want to be lost in the night. barely noticed as you pass the streetlight.
but the one thing you want most is that you want to see her. see her face light up when she sees you that night. you want to see her be impatient that you haven’t come yet. you want to be able to leave early and surprise her. you want to sit doing nothing, watching her do something. anything. have her ruffling your hair. see her excitement at a trip somewhere. even just to the movies. watch the fireworks light up her face. feel her burying her face in your sleeve when something scares her. remember her burying her face in your chest when you left her last.
just her.
If you’d only if you’d only say yes
Whether you will’s anybody’s guess
God only God knows she won’t let me rest
But I’m just so tired of this loneliness
I’ve become so tired of this loneliness
Coldplay – Yes
gese = ‘yes’ (in old english)
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cuimhne albannach
about 10 months ago - 3 comments
I left the lab the other night, getting into my car, going through the usual rigmarole of adjusting seat belts, switching on the ubiquitous mp3 player, and putting the car into ‘R’. The first chords sounded…
When I wake up yeah I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who wakes up next to you
…and More >
he fuckin’ won!
about 1 year ago - 1 comment
Recognition is sweet. Even sweeter after an awesome musical performance. Even sweeter coming during a career that has truly transcended time, place and belief.
No matter that he has been felicitated so many times over that this is just one more feather in the cap. But its a feather that India has never really been a More >
camera one
about 2 years ago - 2 comments
Closed the curtain, unplugged the clock
Hung his clothes on the shower rod
But he never got undressed
And no, he never made a mess
watching. waiting. looking away. sipping the water in front of you. looking back. waiting. ever so slightly leaning forward. seem to listen intently. waiting. look down. note the sheen on your shoes. rest More >
await
about 2 years ago - 3 comments
Pehli saans
Mere din ki pehli dhoop
Chaand ki pehli kiran…
walking down the street, the twilight barely lighting your way, you don’t notice. the harsh shadow of the streetlight seemingly bars your way, but such considerations barely affect you. the wind bites, you barely huddle up in your coat. lost in thought, you don’t notice the autumn More >
take-off
about 2 years ago - 3 comments
the hum of the engine penetrates the shell of the plane i am in… vibrating, permeating and then trailing away into nearly nothing at all. all at once, it is back, then gone; every few minutes now as the pilot readies for take-off. the plane speeds up. i can see little of the illuminated runway More >
realization part trois
about 2 years ago - 3 comments
no matter how many times i’ve done it… i’ll always always hate leaving india. even more so when it feels like i’m running away too soon.
roundelay
about 2 years ago - 2 comments
Where do we go, nobody knows
I’ve gotta say I’m on my way down
God give me style and give me grace
God put a smile upon my face
sitting there with chris martin crooning, the piano chords striking something deep, deep within. all at once, the symphony comes together; drums, guitar, bass, keyboard… and the chorus resonates. involuntarily, More >
the first of many
about 2 years ago - 3 comments
as of 2 days ago, it has been a year since i came to the USA.
it isn’t the first time i’ve been away from home… or even the first for going abroad. in some ways, i was pretty sure that life was going to be a tad similar to the bachelor’s life i’ve been leading More >
it still blows
about 2 years ago - 1 comment
it has been a year and a day since bombay fell victim to 7 blasts in 11 minutes, wounding over one thousand people; bringing the city to a standstill. it took less than 6 hours for the city to get moving again, with people using the same lines that were victim to explosions.
it has been More >
everyone stop
about 2 years ago - 1 comment
Wait in line
‘Till your time
Ticking clock
Everyone stop
sitting around the room, each of us looking away. the number of possible activities you can indulge in not requiring the presence of any of the others, even though they are right there… are being explored. a frown, a smile, no expression, and yet all of them. look up, More >






about 1 year ago
Good post Satish!
about 1 year ago
about 1 year ago
Beautiful