busy
Busy, if that's what it means when time flies. Lately everyone seems to be buying a house and accessorising it. Their kids fill the news. And I am a willing listener. Someone close is getting married and the best thing to do is to not add to any excitement and keep still. Some colleagues are moving. I have tried to learn a language and it has been useful. I managed to make a (really) tiny contribution to the open source community. Life is eventful with very little contribution from me and I am not complaining :)
rains and bow
Yesterday.
A wandering eye above the horizon would find itself to be the very eye of a storm, a silent one. The patch above is blue and white, the rest of the sky adds gray to the mix in varying quantities; sometimes smooth and sometimes stark. In some places, descending down, the colors paint a worn out curtain, filtering the golden rays; a distant rain. The storm blinks and a spray makes the concrete surface come alive. A thousand dark eyelids blink on the cement gray for a while before they get together and start reflecting the sky; heavens, above and below. The black kites hang around in the drizzle longer than the crows which prefer to perch on a frond as the wind gathers strength. By the time the kites disappear into the black of the rain clouds, the noise from the splattering on the fronds overwhelms their rustle in the wind. The rain makes everything vibrate; you can attempt to close your eyes and see with the sounds.
It rains almost everyday. Even for a landscape with no visible mountains, sitting high on the plateau, the weather is pleasant and varies mostly, only in degrees of comfort.
Now there are only thinned silver streaks launching into the puddles. Soon, the palm squirrels may come out; walk on the cables, upside down for a distance; climb vertically up the parapet, several times their body length; and gather a handful of food, kept by a neighbor as an offering, and munch on it for minutes. The eye is open again. There is a spotlight on the east and behind it, on a gray canvas, kites bask in a rainbow.
A wandering eye above the horizon would find itself to be the very eye of a storm, a silent one. The patch above is blue and white, the rest of the sky adds gray to the mix in varying quantities; sometimes smooth and sometimes stark. In some places, descending down, the colors paint a worn out curtain, filtering the golden rays; a distant rain. The storm blinks and a spray makes the concrete surface come alive. A thousand dark eyelids blink on the cement gray for a while before they get together and start reflecting the sky; heavens, above and below. The black kites hang around in the drizzle longer than the crows which prefer to perch on a frond as the wind gathers strength. By the time the kites disappear into the black of the rain clouds, the noise from the splattering on the fronds overwhelms their rustle in the wind. The rain makes everything vibrate; you can attempt to close your eyes and see with the sounds.
It rains almost everyday. Even for a landscape with no visible mountains, sitting high on the plateau, the weather is pleasant and varies mostly, only in degrees of comfort.
Now there are only thinned silver streaks launching into the puddles. Soon, the palm squirrels may come out; walk on the cables, upside down for a distance; climb vertically up the parapet, several times their body length; and gather a handful of food, kept by a neighbor as an offering, and munch on it for minutes. The eye is open again. There is a spotlight on the east and behind it, on a gray canvas, kites bask in a rainbow.
Mr.Black and Ms.Blue
It rained again.
The message was delivered again... microtones galore - you are a witness to a drama in which you are an actor.
He came.
She looked.
He whisked her away.
The couldn't be enemies stood still in awe.
I laughed. I got goosebumps. I was thrilled. Now, that's how you do it.
The message was delivered again... microtones galore - you are a witness to a drama in which you are an actor.
He came.
She looked.
He whisked her away.
The couldn't be enemies stood still in awe.
I laughed. I got goosebumps. I was thrilled. Now, that's how you do it.
Lotus
his prayer answered, he cries out the name of his rescuer who has assumed a shape. my tears well up... he offers Him what he could reach. he offers Him that which led him here...
i wonder if the flower was a shade of violet... pale on the inside...
it rained. there is a soothing chill in the air...
this is not what i wanted to write... yet i have written it.
i wonder if the flower was a shade of violet... pale on the inside...
it rained. there is a soothing chill in the air...
this is not what i wanted to write... yet i have written it.
strikes
a righteous storm ends.
strike, a pair...
it's good to be rooted.
free third, I want out...
the bell vibrates, no ring,
the end is here... so I wish...
wishes don't come true always,
this has to be done... the hard way.
strike, a pair...
it's good to be rooted.
free third, I want out...
the bell vibrates, no ring,
the end is here... so I wish...
wishes don't come true always,
this has to be done... the hard way.
statutory maya
Steered from within, I move. Apparent will.
I finish the task, perfect. Your will.
Dirt bore the diamond. You took it.
This donkey has had its day. Fresh etch.
Plant a tree, I beg. Throw a seed.
You prefer to weed. I know.
Be the pond, I pray. Stay here.
You bring up the fragrance. Catalyst drizzle.
Walking on butter, I slide. Upwind scream.
I see the other side. Pinnacle Maya.
Shower of arrows, I see. Eyes close.
I stay still, for now. Puffed smoke.
I finish the task, perfect. Your will.
Dirt bore the diamond. You took it.
This donkey has had its day. Fresh etch.
Plant a tree, I beg. Throw a seed.
You prefer to weed. I know.
Be the pond, I pray. Stay here.
You bring up the fragrance. Catalyst drizzle.
Walking on butter, I slide. Upwind scream.
I see the other side. Pinnacle Maya.
Shower of arrows, I see. Eyes close.
I stay still, for now. Puffed smoke.
dog
This week it was a dog. At the end of a nearly two hour long time whiling stroll through the unfamiliar parts of the neighborhood, a little squeaky type dog for some strange reason decided that I should not be walking in that particular direction. It was strange because earlier it did not mind me going the other way. It was rearing and bouncing two feet away, unleashed. I walked away, paying it little attention. After I got away from it, at a safe distance, I lost control and my heart started racing a bit. Some dog owners should be more considerate.
kites
I have heard and seen nesting crows attacking people who get too close(I think). I saw a thin fountain rise of out of my little cousin sister's head when I was a kid myself. A crow had pecked her shaved head right at the top. Today, a kite tried to grab my head - twice. The first time, I was caught surprised, as I climbed over to the roof on the ladder, to see why the water tank was leaking. The second time, I thought I was aware of it, but it still surprised me. It was about two hundred feet away, perched on another roof. I turned my head long enough for it to have another go. The third time I was alert enough to spot it way up high after I had climbed down to the floor level. I saw its reflection in a puddle and didn't venture out from under the sunshade. If I had intended to leave the sunshade and then I had spotted it in the puddle, that would have been cool. But this is not one of my fictions. In hindsight, few days ago I had climbed up to the roof to clean the glass that covers the solar water heater (one that does not seem to have wowed not to give me hot water), a kite flew very close. Only think I can think of is, my t-shirt was red on both occasions and I have a feeling that it is the same kite.
chase
"Why are you running?", I thought. I pursued. I lost sight.
"Oh he is running too?"...
I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked that way and came to a stop. It was taking both of us a while to catch our breath. I was confused as to how I got ahead. There was an incomprehensible smile strained under heavy breathing and a tilted head shouldered by the hands on hips, hardly held together by tired knees. "Doesn't usually run", I thought. I am out of shape myself.
"OK. Let's go.", I was told. I looked at the runner. I turned in the other direction to see if there was a bench. None there. I started to stroll ahead in search of one. Let her run.
"Oh he is running too?"...
I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked that way and came to a stop. It was taking both of us a while to catch our breath. I was confused as to how I got ahead. There was an incomprehensible smile strained under heavy breathing and a tilted head shouldered by the hands on hips, hardly held together by tired knees. "Doesn't usually run", I thought. I am out of shape myself.
"OK. Let's go.", I was told. I looked at the runner. I turned in the other direction to see if there was a bench. None there. I started to stroll ahead in search of one. Let her run.
on vacation
Going home...
to see the sun stop and move north...
to see the year's bounty...
to see the new doors open...
to be... at home.
to see the sun stop and move north...
to see the year's bounty...
to see the new doors open...
to be... at home.
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