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

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

Where did I hide my peace of mind?

And today ends with some familiar and some new molecules of restlessness, longing and an itch to up and leave.

Casper, mimicking my state of mind. Where did I hide my peace of mind?

I am hanging on to ‘this too shall pass’ for dear life.

What do you do when you want something, but you know you may not be happy once you have it? You look the other way and try and erase the memory of  what you saw?

Meanwhile, Casper just yawned at all this drama.

And then, there was Amy Winehouse, with her violently beautiful voice, belting out words that felt like they had been strained from my thoughts.

Curse these hormones.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Skipping school again

Guilty glances!

Hope around the corner

The Bus Driver’s Outlook