coffee, tea or me? one by two tomato soup please..
Trumpeting Away
one is happy
one went for long vacation of 5 days
ok, so that does not sound like a long vacation but boo to you.
one went to bangalore and then to coorg
one stayed with elephants at the camp at Dubare
majja came to one
elephants are very nice and gentle and intelligent
one just wished the bleeding mahouts/trainers would stop poking them with that stick
one also wishes that the chains from around their feet would be removed
but one was also glad that they were fed well and left free for most of the day to roam in the nearby jungles and their tusks were not mutilated
and one was gladder to have been able to stand by them, scrub them and tell them about how beautiful they were
one believes they heard and understood every single word
one loves elephants.
ok bye.
Posted in Jungle Babbler.
– September 18, 2006
And so they say
Bits and bytes
go whizzing by
as you wring your hand
in vain
a dreary job
a weary thought
and deadlines to drive
you insane
but there is scope
a tiny hope
a weekend to forget
vocational pain
Ta ~ 
Posted in Deranged.
– September 8, 2006
Lines from a bygone era
I dream of a different world
where the old gods meet the new
where unseen hands caress tired faces
where all is understood
where the earth will rise to embrace the air
when fragile hearts release their burden
I dream of a different world
I dream … of being understood
Ages after being part of an old blog post, the above still makes sense.
Posted in Nostalgia.
– September 6, 2006
Push and Pull
The bug, he bites
The human, he moves
A little chequered bag
A little chequered road
Adventures, good and bad
Incidents, new and bright
Unraveling strings
Unhindered moves
A long time
A sudden pull
Homesick
Alone
Back to the grind
Back to the familiar
The bug, he bites
The human, takes the bait. Again.
The circle, continues
God, chuckles …
Posted in Deranged.
– August 28, 2006
Gone
I don’t exist
I was though
I lived
One moment
And Poof*
Dust to dust
Tracks and Stain
Wipe me clean
Call the Rain
Dreams and Sorrow
Smiles to give
Share it with another
I don’t live
Posted in Deranged.
– July 13, 2006
up above the pole so high, hangs a man, fixing our lights!