A challenging dark day
A woman of thoughts
A mind disturbed
A truth of depth
A touch of pain
A memory of road
A ghost
A worthy acceptance
A vanished darkness
-Bindu

Marigold

At school, I remember there was a small rain water stagnate place behind our bus stop

At nights before sleeping I think how far the paper boat I made that evening after school must have traveled..

I used to think if it drowned with any bullock cart's wheel, I will again make new one next morning..

Back in school, I remember how I used to feel seeing those tiny feet of small children from kindergarten. I used to get so much love on them. I like the hand kerchiefs they hung on their front pockets of shirts.

I remember when the bus stops at the school, how I run to the nearby farm to pour the remaining water from my water bottle to the plants..

After it rained, with that moist weather, black clouds around the school, eyelids twinkling with water drops, mud hands washed in rain water to appear like frozen fingers, I see the house in farm opposite to the school...I thought you have to be rich to live like that..may be I was wrong...you have to choose to live there not earn..

There was a love shaped small water pond on the way to home, that was a mark for me to know how far I reached home. I sometimes not see the pond, thinking someone might think of me bad seeing love shaped things..

In bus, I see so carefully towards the road standing beside the driver. Most of them were friends to all of us. I tell him when a squirrel or salamander is passing by, so that he will not stamp on it. And if I see any of them already dead on road, I say about it to mom and my friends in school.

And in rainy season, I had this love for marigold flowers, they were so beautiful with long petals, changing colors and small stems, so delicate plants. On Sunday, in the cycle I hire for an hour, I go around the village seeing everyone's garden if they have those plants and I ask them to give me one with nice color. I think I liked yellow those days. And I come home rushing to plant them in our garden. It used to get all the attention one can give to anyone on earth. I kiss the plant when it gives flower. When the flower withers, I take its seeds, dry and sprinkle them at same place.

What?

A wonder worm entered my mind in last few hours
It made me remember something that I exactly can't recall
But all of a sudden, I jump with new energy
Hey you spark!!
You are wonderful!
Sometimes I have to kick you so hard to remember who you are...
.....took long time ah...
never late
and never far
your life is such a beautiful one
I got you on hold
Play!!!

Window opened with night wind

Feeling sleepy
How would it be to imagine being the child of a living mother
I actually forgot how it feels after forcing myself to stop thinking about it
There lay my village in those dark this night
Rahman has lot of sad melody songs...they are trying to keep me awake
She comes to bus stop everyday to hold me tight first and take my bag and walk me home
I wonder she sat whole afternoon thinking how I must be studying, sleeping, laughing in school
She must have missed me
Someone missing you long back is dunno for some reason strength for me
A human heart is soft, actions are strong, thoughts are strong
My days are fantastic. How dare I say that...ha ha.. I love myself so much.
I have been reading Rabindranath Tagore poetry from morning
I deleted those favorite poet sites bookmarked in my office computer few days back
Poetry brings so much comfort to mind
I change my shift to avoid morning thoughts
Now there aren't making me very weak
I feel sleepy
My home in my village
My mom in my mind
My love in my heart

My dreams in this world

I only want my world to filled with small simple things, how I know to be happy for any small things that come in my life, every person I meet the way I feel everyone is special in this world, not to run with people, run only with my slow moving thought foot, stop showing to the world the egoism that is expressed to resemble the existence of one.

I wonder what you would be doing now!
You must be sleeping facing towards those farms where you stood once talking to me
I used to dream how I would live there sometime

Songs are bringing the high I wanted
High
So high in love
A fantastic feeling that comes only very rarely to someone
Though people call it sad

I started enjoying it
Being high in love
Thank god my thoughts cannot be stopped
I bought something from shop today for you
Spent three hours to select something for you

Life isn't harsh on anyone
It only thinks we are harsh on it

My eyes hurt, I slept only 4 hours everyday from last three days
When I sleep my dad who comes home late feeds me fruits, I eat them when I am asleep.
Does he think I ate less or may be he thinks he cant wait till tomorrow to see me eating
May be that was making happy
I still remember the way you mix curd rice and place in mom's plate and ours. We sit on the table and you both feed us all the food.
Food is made of love..may be that's why it never tastes the same

Along with your blood and nerves, you both passed a feeling so bright into me, that tells me, reminds me always 'You had the best parents'....love you both everyday