Saturday, March 28, 2009

Photo: Anuj Gosalia

I know it's only a few months, weeks maybe.
But they don't.
They see me.
They decide.
They judge.
They think.
They know.
That I am not nature's wonder. With velvet greens and blossoms of crimson.
I am not a great writing spot... so serene and inviting!
I am not their rendezvous place where they can whisper sweet-nothings they learnt from 'Rahul' or 'Raj'?
Not even a passer-by's consideration for a little rest!
What did I expect!?
I am barren. I am dry.
No utility. No beauty either.
They know that.
They know I am no good.
They know I am not a 'tree' tree maybe!
That it is ok, now, to bring me down.
I know it's just autumn.
But they don't.
I know that it is only a god-damned season!
I know I'll still have my being, my reason, my character.
But they don't.
They only know what they see...

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Photo: Anuj Gosalia

Lone star,
For it, shining is
But shining.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Photo: Anuj Gosalia

Give me some sunshine on my road,
Give me those dancing rays.
The bright and shining journeys,
The peaceful rest of glaze.
Don't bother about supposed needs,
Just give me those good old ways!

Give me some tall woods by my road,
Give me that musky smell.
The long and winding pathways,
Their countless tales to tell.
Don't bother about the lost dangers,
Just give me Nature in all her swell!

Give me the pleasure of the plight,
All of travel's delight.
Give me the rain and the rock,
All the reason to mock.

Don't bother with any other way showed.
Just give me my fuckin' own road!