Sunday, March 11, 2012

I'll write to you of my days here-
How I ration out a little of myself to the dust everyday,
And how I master the art of staring at these red walls.
I'll write to you about the rains-
How they break and make
And how they break again.
I'll write to you of these songs-
How they stay stuck to my head
And how they all have no words.
I'll write to you of the poetry these men write-
How they sometimes lack in metre,
And how they sometimes make sense.
I'll write you of the women here-
How safe they feel behind their layers of Khadi
And with their heads of unkempt hair.
I'll also write to you of the voices in my head-
How they tell tales in unknown tongues
And sing long forgotten songs.

I'll write to you...
One of these days.

10 comments:

Ananda Ray said...

Write to anyone. But keep writing.

You're always a pleasure to read.

storyteller said...

Beautifully written <3

Angika said...

Very nice :)

Magically Bored said...

I like. :)

Anindita said...

i love every word you write... <3

Arse Poetica said...

I'll wait.

so?hi!kneee. said...

i love rain.and i love these lines.

Sree said...

'How I ration out a little of myself ...' very very earthy. I can almost visualise every line. Awaiting the next one.

Zeba said...

You talented writer.

sujaan said...

"How I ration out a little of myself to the dust everyday" - my favourite line :) i had almost forgotten how well you write...