I Choose To Remain

Dig deep, and you shall find me right there
Memories you have long forgotten or chosen not to remember
but Somewhere deep down
I choose to remain
Buried under heaps of faces, images and words
unrelated to me or us

Over the years
I have seen it all
photographs becoming faceless
songs losing their melody
places getting lost in oblivion
words vanishing into meaninglessness
But somehow you haven't been able to lose me.
Consciously though you have tried

Its as if I have dropped anchor
and the tide has forgotten that I existed
making me an island without touching me.
Yet I don't complain
because I choose to remain

I have hope
At some moment in time
these recollections will break through
washed by the tide
they will compel you to remember
what you choose to ignore
I shall be free then
And you an island.

Rain Rain Rain

Its amazing how the earth comes back to life once the monsoons are here. India becomes a different country with happiness shining through the wet earth everywhere. Different shades of green emerge through the disappearing brown and birds find new song in their lush surroundings. Staying on a hilltop of a campus in Lavale, Pune I have a first hand experience of the serenity and fury of the rains.

Love happens in the rains.......Hopes surface......playfulness finds a new turf.....and colours gather a new meaning.

When a distant flute's music finds its way to your ears and the winds start caressing your face and you watch the colours play mix and match in the sky, the soul finds its freedom and the heartbeats stop.