There s a creeper outside my window..twisted and stuck in the barb of a fence..why does it look familiar I wonder..I look at my life indoors..stuck somewhere in between the morning papers..a host of scattered books..an expressionless face ..I feel guilty I haven't seen the latest shows on television or bid the husband a decent good bye in a chirpy voice that is the birthright of every woman staying in the house..I am instead thousands of miles away..without inhibitions in some beautiful land..free of dimensions and all that covers the modest and mediocracy...If I could, I'd pull out the bundles of energy that my body reflects and go do something that the world thinks is more worthy, like make PPTs and give a sermon..but I'm stuck in my awesome world..where there's gentle music banging and rolling down someone's dirty hair..singing the blues in their non-meticulous articulation of what society and it's dammed mess is all about..I want it to be the 1960 s..when I knew not what it was to be born and yet adored those beautiful women in sheer caftans..swinging to their music..their Beats, their rhapsody..I waft through my manicured rooms and potted plants, with heady fragrances by Jasmine and some cultured bottle..when all I want are the smells of the tiny nooks of Istanbul to reflect in me and me in them..I want to smell the dew of the hills I've left and watch the fireflies emerge when the dew settles on the grasshoppers tilted eyes..I want to run down some hill..with khol in my eyes..a smudge of some orange lipstick of passion forgotten into the warmth of lands where the Sinatra sings..' I did it my way.."
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6 comments:
There are times when you write, when the images painted are enough to send the reader into a high like none other.
Loved it!
Thanks so much Shreya :)
the beauty of loss, longing, and nostalgia. darn, you took me right back to my teenage years. it is so simple, so brief, and so powerful... my friends and i get together every weekend to watch classic rock concerts at home, and it is a very special time, watching pioneering artists do their magic, and enjoying it with a clear head, and reading your post felt similar. life may be messy but it is beautiful. thank you thank you. thank you.
I agree with what Shreya has said and I'd like to add that you're still doing it your way. :)
You write really well. Writing is something that even I like, but the only problem is that it is limited only to the pages of my diary. I have always wanted to have my own blog post, just that I never get time. Then I came across this: http://bit.ly/J9RVh8. A young girl, singing songs and dedicating them to her mother. Even though the songs are from Bollywood and we are all aware of them, but the way she sings makes me think, if she can, why can't I? Is she has made her right decision, I should also follow my dreams and not just do what the society wants me to do.
Subhorup and Unknowngnome..sometimes the simplest things in our life are those that we forget..and miraculously they are often the ones that give such ample pleasure..thanks a ton for reading :) @ Anonymous..please do what your heart really wants to..if not always..at least at times..it keeps us alive :) thanks for reading.
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