Love and Lust....

Everybody was happy that night.This guy did'nt had much interest in visiting his native village.The road was all murky and dusty,with every hour the journey was unsettling me.As the tonga galloped through the the dirt track amidst verdant paddy fields , i felt i was in another century.But the occassional cycle that strode past us ,this could be pre industrial revloution era.The hiatus in time is evident not just in what i see around me but also in what i hear people around me. Reaching my uncle's place was an end to two n half hour nightmare.When the tonga stopped and i got out ,with hairs flung like effiel tower and body covered with just dust and dust I was looked upon by village people as an alien.My parents were already there and they were happy to see me visiting my native place for the first time.

An assorted shapeless cluster of mud huts, roofed with thach adjacent to my uncles big kothi stay claim to his status symbol in the village.I watched rather aimlessly as i was wondering what i was doing admist this lost-to-the-world place.


Leave it i cannot complete this coz.. its really something that if i write up here there will be lots of questions and i dont want to go into all this.

Feeling Hurt

When i wanted to share..
There was no time to share
When i waited yu was'nt there,
when i wanted you didnt cared.

Whispered,the words were not heard.
The bonds broke and so our souls.

The madness of love
Itself caught us unaware
We've everything today..
Except -ourselves

Somewhere you still exist
we are lost and so is the meaning
The aura of love,
The togetherness of being!!

Part of Truth

The night is long.The moon waning its exisitence.
Emotions still wet with her passion.
Her distintictive odur prevails in the room.
She lay on the floor , unclothed , by me waiting.

Its is silent ,serene peacefull night.
But thats only part of truth.