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Some random musings, a poem… other stuff.

Ok, I know very few people read the poems I post. But that’s not all I am posting. A nice poem, some general facts, no fundas or major theories. What do I do, I am all out of words.


“You”

Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head, so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name, like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllables like a charm, like a spell.

Falling in love is glamorous hell; the crouched, parched heart like a tiger ready to kill; a flame’s fierce licks under the skin.
Into my life, larger than life, beautiful, you strolled in.
I hid in my ordinary days, in the long grass of routine, in my camouflage rooms. You sprawled in my gaze, staring back from anyone’s face, from the shape of a cloud, from the pining, earth-struck moon which gapes at me

and I open the bedroom door. The curtains stir. There you are on the bed, like a gift, like a touchable dream.

— Carol Ann Duffy

Nice, huh?

Among other things, I did a half all-nighter on Sunday night. Work, obviously. Was okay, not so bad. A bunch of people on the phone till 2:45 am talking about database servers, backups, file system copies, stuff. I woke up nice and early at 7 am, did my Kriya and felt mighty puffed up just because I was all perky after sleeping so less. Doesn’t matter because I was dozing the rest of the day in bits and parts.

Hmmm, watched Le Grand Bleu over the weekend and it was not happening at all. Guess the script was so intense that my expectations were too high. Jean Reno was obnoxious, Rosannna Arquette was cute and strictly okay… The camera work was lovely, no doubt.

Am so looking forward to visiting India in Feb. Will be loads of fun with so many of us going. Mmmmmmm.

Am reading a book finally…. and it had to be The Da Vinci Code. It’s funny how the *bestselling thriller* thing creeps up on you. Tantalising one-liners, suspenseful chapter endings, it’s funny. Especially since the last bestseller I read was .. years ago.

Atlanta is blowing hot and cold in parts. And I am itching for something I dunno what.