I seem to be all over the place, arms outstretched.
It is raining words! Maybe not…
Words do not pour.
Nor do they fall down.
They float, on a meandering path
They gently wind down.
Snow snows, rain falls down, but I catch words that gently wind down!
There are so many I read, so many I hear…
They sometimes make a gentle popping sound.
After which opens up a bottle of rainbow soda!
Up come bubbles of psychedelic fizz
I thirstily gulp down.
Always!
Thane is always good.
We walked down the market street. We shopped.
We ate Rajmata Vada Pav and had Sitafal pot ice-cream.
We walked. We got tired.
We sweated. We laughed.
We stepped on each other’s toes. We frowned.
We saw Jogvaa I cannot write about.
A concrete road snaked
Under a canopy of two named trees
Could have been Gulmohar
Could have been Shirish…
Walking lightly against the gentle breeze
Like a bubble gliding in the wind
The falling yellow leaves
Was glitter at my feet…
It is raining words! Maybe not…
Words do not pour.
Nor do they fall down.
They float, on a meandering path
They gently wind down.
Snow snows, rain falls down, but I catch words that gently wind down!
There are so many I read, so many I hear…
They sometimes make a gentle popping sound.
After which opens up a bottle of rainbow soda!
Up come bubbles of psychedelic fizz
I thirstily gulp down.
Always!
Thane is always good.
We walked down the market street. We shopped.
We ate Rajmata Vada Pav and had Sitafal pot ice-cream.
We walked. We got tired.
We sweated. We laughed.
We stepped on each other’s toes. We frowned.
We saw Jogvaa I cannot write about.
A concrete road snaked
Under a canopy of two named trees
Could have been Gulmohar
Could have been Shirish…
Walking lightly against the gentle breeze
Like a bubble gliding in the wind
The falling yellow leaves
Was glitter at my feet…
