All I want is a Ride

All I want
Is a ride.
Take me anywhere.
As long as I can
See, hear, feel.
As long as the dark glasses
Of ignorance
Are stripped off my eyes
Every other minute.
As long as all this extra weight I carry
Of petty skirmish, complacence, mediocrity,
Is stolen, hidden, taken away.
Until my mind
Is simple
And clear
Like the wind in my hair
And water through my fingers.
As long as this sponge
Can soak up
More words,more thoughts, more smiles, more darkness,
More death and destruction,
More happy imperfection,
And learn from it,
All I want
Is a ride.
Take me Anywhere

– G .

Belagavi, India.

Delhi, India

The Cloudy Afternoon

Orange flags
Persistent nags
The days are caked in gray.
I tug at your shirt
We watch our shadows flirt
The times sits still and stays.
All the clouds they gathered
At my doorstep
And the waves
They rose and grew.
The crows,
they circled in the sky
Even the lazy cat
It opened a wary eye
Impatient
For me and you.

Impromptu lines inspired by the sea and an impending storm,  by the looks of it! So much day dreaming..

Walking Home

I stand here
On the sidewalk
Across the street
From where you work
With hope in my hands
A melody in my head
Waiting to be written
To the words reflected
In your eyes
So we can walk together
Bumping shoulders
Kicking stones
Snickering at odd strangers
Pointing at alley cats
Sharing silly woes
All the little highs and lows
Humming ear worms
Making the ordinary, absurd.
Blowing soap bubbles
A million colours blurred.
Waiting
To turn your day around
Hear you laugh
Roll my eyes when you whine
Try and record the sound.
Hold your hand
Walk together
Back home.

– G

On Loving a Prophet

Phew. That must have taken a lot out of Jeanann.
Someone asked me the other day if Ive ever been in love. I said, I dont know.
Have I ever thought I was in love? Yes! Almost every time!
But I grow up more everyday, and push my learning curve up that steep hill, slowly but steadily.I only know, I will keep pushing.
So, what IS love?
Phew.
Love is everything. Everything is love. Love is neither created nor destroyed, it simply changes form, and meaning.
I cant do ALL the pushing in one day!

Calling Mom

oh, oh! thats something.
Its just co-incidence that Mothers Day was yesterday and this stumbled and rolled over onto my screen.
From personal experience and some impersonal experience, Always Call Mom. Maybe she wont understand, maybe she will freak out and HER coping mechanisms will swing into action and the ounce of control you still thought you had left will ‘poof!’ into thin air. But then things will settle down, because you will not be alone, and since your personality was at least remotely derived from her, either she will see or you will.
And sometimes, she will surprise you by understanding exactly how you feel, and pull out the exact antidote you can use.
Moms have hidden depths. Moms were teenagers once.
Dont wait for your smart phone to mis-dial Mom. Mom is one of the friends you should probably keep in touch with.