I’ll be there! It’s not virtual… not online… I am here… I’ll come to you… I’ll talk to you.. You need me to listen? I am there for you… I’ll reschedule my doings… I’ll reorder my day…. Its not virtual, my friend! I am not online… I am a friend in deed… I’ll be there …
Monsoon is here… Monsoon is here.. Drops of heaven, Flow down to earth, I’ve been longing for you, It’s been so long, So stay for long and long, My life-giving rains… And take away all our pains…
If you really go, go, go…. I did not know, know, know… That you will sow, sow, sow… Oh so many roots in my heart… You broke my heart apart… You were like a sun in my darkness.. You were like a tree in my dessert… You poured down like my rain… Erased all …
It’s the End! It’s the End! The week is ending… I’m not done! I’m not done! There’s work still pending… I can’t start afresh… My undone work is a mesh… I need a day… another day… Please let there be another Sunday… A 3-day weekend… I can do all the work pending… Sigh… Of course …
The big moving metal boxes.. With its wheels screeching, moving and screeching.. It moves about.. moves about… moves about… moves about… The crowded stations await the trains.. To a city of millions, it is like the veins… They board it…they need to go places. There is less space.. very less space.. They hug their purses, …
Spicy Rasam 