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June 08 COMFORT ME...Comfort me,
Comfort me,
Fill me up
with joy,
Brim me up
with contentment,
Serenity,
like a mother' touch,
when you hurt.
My heart pines
no longer,
satisfied with your touch,
your effect on all
my senses.
Comforted,
Comforted,
filled up my tank.
Anxieties put to rest,
Sadness drowned
in the wine,
Loneliness lost,
In every morsel of
Peace.
Now, all that I have
to deal with
is my stomach stretched
and aching! SALAAM BAALAKHappy smiles on dirty faces, Shock, on clean, Free and reckless In a world so mean.
Reaching out with abandon, To all and sundry for A loving touch, a gentle hug. Little clean hands curled close.
The walk through their lives, Of drugs, violence, Gangleaders, More real in its pain.
Till the shelter, Where friendships were made, in a matter of minutes. A bright ray of hope for others.
A tear ‘scaped my eye, When the clean touched the filthy, Lovingly, in a gesture of friendship. The barriers had been broken.
A seed sown with hope, That the world will be a better place. Only time will tell, Clean apart from hell.
I took my kids on a visit to an NGO called Salaam Baalak last week, to expose them to the reality of the street kids, who are taken care of by this organisation. This is a humble prayer for all those kids who touched our hearts! Penned on 29th May, 2006. DECCAN SYNDROME!"Calcutta, Calcutta, Calcutta"
"Kochin, Kochin, Kochin"
"Bangalore, Bangalore, Bangalore"
"Yes, Yes, I am Bangalore!"
"Please move, I am Kochin"
"God cant you see where you are going?"
"Why cant you see, if you are Delhi, then why are you here first?" "OH God, I doled out four thousand to stand here first! YOU have a problem?" "Excuse me I worked two months ahead! So you better move!" "I have been waiting here for more than two hours! SO I dont care! You can push your way through, but I wont move!" PUSH! BANG! SLAM! BAM!WHOOOOSH!
"Stop fighting guys!"
"How come you are so relaxed?" "I payed only 800 for this!" "Really? HOW? You did it through an agent?" "Nahi yaar! Four Months ahead!" "Oh acchha! I got it for two thousand five hundred...the same thing! God!"
"Hence, I cant crib!"
"Yes you better not crib!" Anybody who had flown AIR DECCAN will understand the above. For the others, let it be a simplinew experience!
Enjoy!
June 07 ONLY WORDS?Words fail me,
As my pen rusts
Coated with dust.
Emotions scamper,
amok in my head
and heart,
a mix of disappointments,
contentment,surprise,worries,
and waiting for unfound wonders!
Words fail me,
Evaporate in the heat,
Short circuiting,
my thought process,
the bridge between my heart
and my brain!
A road staring ahead,
empty and unchartered.
Should I?
Words fail me,
uselessly trying to
convey meaning...
unformed, unshaped,
illogical and untamed!
Values that remain as
abstract as before!
But, I will walk!
So that the failure of words is
Overwhelmed by the success of experiences! |
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