Calling all Vikings

If you’re hiding in some forlorn cafe hoping to meet your soul mate like Iam wont to do ….I’d reckon it may take a while. Here’s the thing though I do wonder where they can be found? I hadn’t really meant to voice that aloud but then Ralph must make himself heard …thats umm what imaginary friends are wont to do…..he looked at me and said maybe I ought to call off the search and simply enjoy the sudanese blend. And to the ummm Vikings I do meet in life ….smile more and take a chance ….ask her if she’d like another round of coffee and don’t worry mommy is right around. Meanwhile onto matters more frivolous may-haps a dip?

And afterwards I could read your fortune in the dregs?

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Of what the fragile left behind

she waited days and nights
hoping for nothing but a song
they tiptoed all around avoiding her destiny
when time stood still they weren’t to be found
and she, she waited some more and
finally made it along
a mermaid with a sea-shell and a song

smudged smiles and charcoal eyes

If I turn around and look back at me I can almost always hear happy laughter, tinkle of silver bangles, pretty toe rings and more often than not a bashful smile left behind in a trail of lily of the valley, a cup of steaming tea and opium incense in the air …I wonder what it is you see?….do you even remember?

Come with me and let me go

How swiftly the cocoon of memories created wafts away as one reaches home…..you try holding onto a steady stream of conscious thought desperate in your desire to still belong…all it takes is one ring of the phone to remind you of being back. And soon familiar sights of the haven known lull you into their illusion of being well….but you do know some part of your soul now lies scattered over the myriad waters blue and a setting woebegone sun.

Only the bent blades of grass to remind you of where you’ve been all along.

When the sun sulked

Morning turned to a night’s fall
life waltzed in and about
music was heard in a far play ground
as i read my coffee and stars abound

From the tales of a gypsy at kumarakom

He loves me not!?

You…you aren’t perfect but then nor am I. I suppose that in itself must count for something? And if at all I was looking for a sign from the universes combined i’d say tis kismet that got us aligned. I send you my love across time and I harbour no hopes of you being mine but perhaps you shall buy me coffee when you see me next?

My love for all things flawed including me above all ….reflections over a lotus pond@ kumarakom

Forever and a day

Ive always welcomed a new day with open arms…call me crazy, call me what you will …but each dawn brings with it an awakening thought…maybe it gathers clarity …maybe it rusts to no return…maybe you sink maybe you sail…or maybe like me you gift yourself another day. You flirt with the sheer insouciance of being, just an ephemeral soul on an endless passage of thought…

…frosted breath on window panes in unknown places …..I saw your face in a crowded place and gifted you a thousand forevers.

Home is where the heart is….at kumarakom

An ordinary life….an impossible love

Woke up to the incessant chatter of birds ….well my lovelies I hopes breakfast was good coz mine will have to wait ….. It rains now ….and I am on my third cup of cardamom tea. I like the rains in kumarakom, they are as moody as I am and often make an appearance when ummm none is called for …. But I like their hurried departure even more …. leaving everything soaked with infinite goodness and cheer.

Kumarakom where the gods smile ever so often….

A bridge too far

Ever looked back at a journey taken many moons ago and one which you are repeating again? Ever wondered how naive you were then and how silly your fears still are? Ever thought of how you could go back in time and change a few things and predict what was to come? Ever wondered that the trees looked so tall and I so small but now it’s all tame? Ever wondered how strangers would go on to become friends and some friends to fall?

On the way to kumarakom and all that was..is

Along came an …ummmm

Poppadom’s here was ambling along on his way home trying to make it in time for lunch…. he didn’t even give me a chance to offer him a chilled beer