Thumbs flipping pixels.
Scrolling away,
Memories, news, death, fear, love, lust,
And everything imaginable.
Fingers pinching the plastic.
Enlarging the images,
Feeling the virtual more real,
Sensing the intangible.
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Thumbs flipping pixels.
Scrolling away,
Memories, news, death, fear, love, lust,
And everything imaginable.
Fingers pinching the plastic.
Enlarging the images,
Feeling the virtual more real,
Sensing the intangible.
Continue reading “Digital”
Remember, it is very likely that a Boeing 737, 900 series aircraft does not have a window for seat 10A. For once I was sitting beside a windowless wall on a long flight this Sunday. I missed staring into the infinite. I missed the window.
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Window,
An opening.
To allow air,
To allow water,
To allow sound,
To allow light.
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I filled a jar for you.
I filled some glacial water,
With pebbles and music of the flow.
I filled a crescent moon from the day before yugaadi,
And a star I caught in the night.
I filled it with some wheat,
And the wind
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I open my eyes, again
I am still there, unmoved
The same street, crowded
The same people, pieces of jig saw puzzles
The same sky, eclipsed behind tall concrete
The same ground, barely visible between feet
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Wind was flirting with those fallen leaves,
They think no one heard the gossip.
In hurry some leaves brushed the ground,
Some rustled.
I walk along the ground,
Some leaves follow, some crush under my feet.
And some set into a dance with the wind,
I walk along, smiling.
Winter has just departed, it isn’t spring either. The air nonetheless carries the discomfort of summer. It isn’t unpleasant though.
I am at the airport much before my filght departs.
I am thinking about the time spent with her, while writing those ‘important’ work emails. My mind was attending several thoughts. I cannot avoid observing those passengers or airport staff. The young couple juggled between shuffling luggage and soothing their infant. The mid-aged gentleman is engrossed into Economic Times. Those two children are happy playing merry go around. At a distance, the security person was all attentive with his suspicious gaze. Right ahead of me, an old couple are seemingly having light conversation. The lady seems observant of the surroundings.
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You are a little of everyone you live with
You are a little of everyone you like
You are a little of everyone you dislike
You, are not you.
You are some of everything you possess
You are some of everything you desire
You are some of everything you cannot be
You, are not you.
You, are within you, you are without you.
You, are not you ~