Archives for the month of: November, 2011

a constant question for most, in her true style.

 

My grandmum, nani – Sheila Didi passed away this this morning. You could feel the gods through her love for music. She was a perfect mix of gentle funloving and crazy. Below is a beautiful song she loved to sing. Don’t miss it.

Here’s something I wrote when my nana, ¬†when he passed away

I fly

I fly to you

I fly straight

in a calm line.

Little beauties

change my line.

This big cloud-

this soft hard cloud,

I touch

its boundaries

its edge

I touch.

My only curve

in this straight

journey to you I fly.

The meandering silver

glistens below,

moves so slow.

The meandering lights

on those

clover shaped cement strings

the lights

they move so slow.

The stars above look at these stars below.

I fly to you

I am here now

Your love by my side

She looks at you

and tinkling years

in her tears

pass by.

Your kids

look at you

and their thoughts

about you-

float in sad clouds;

to you they fly.

Your friends touch you,

they talk of you-

when you were young

my age

they talk of your spirit

of gentleness

and humour

of love

and communism.

The red flags fly.

They talk of your bravado-

of will and grounding.

Your poems,

your seekings-

my dispirited heart flies.

I touch you,

ice cold

eyes half open.

I talk to you

my words to you

Yes, they fly.

They take you

with tears,

they set alight

these years

of memories

their last physical

contact with History.

Fireflies,

Ashes fly.

Up and up these

mountains which you so adore

adored

adore

We touch the ice cold water

flowers and ash

ash and water

ashes to ashes

dust to dust

you ethereal

you fly.

Just back from Tehelka’s Think fest, wow, at Goa. My mind is on fire. If you were to open up my brain and look at how it worked, it would look something like this. More posts on think fest coming up, as thoughts crystallise. Amazing work this, by Guided Collective.

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