Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Jasmine nights

While I was working at IISc, my favorite thing to do is cycling and having tea at I forgot the name right now. Scientists inspired me so less in no time and I always was seen as sometime not bound to that place, but people did trust me that I am born for something else. Never mind what people think,  I actually remembered after office time. Once I reach close to my hostel, I felt everyday to eat a bread omlet and tea. With less money those days, that was the cheapest and my favorite thing before starting my part time job. Sometimes when the work is more in both the jobs, I used to cheer up myself with small chicken tikka biryani from a nearby and another favorite place of mine.  It was 40 rupees and I always craved for a larger one. Even now I remember the sense for happiness those little things have given me.

A few days back at my in laws place, in the middle of an afternoon it started raining. ..I think we cal them hay stones, they were the size of walnut and were falling sharply from the sky.  For a while all the people around me were happy, kids jumping,  I was also happy, though my mind wandered around my village and rainy days, it was happy. I suddenly felt, there is so much happiness in so much sadness among people. Life less known is more peaceful.

I dreamt last morning that, my sister saved me, while I was drowning in an ocean. I was being very nice to her in the morning.

I am recently stuck in 29 level of candy crush, I read cheat sheets, trick and tips, nothing is helping..I almost played 200 times same level. The game surprisingly gives me breaks..saying u r not allowed to play for next 20 mins.. but then it is addicting.

Flowers
Fragile flowers of my garden
While they named you jasmine
I saw you smiling at me, like you are mine
I walked with my phone in front of you
Where you playing with me sending some bubbles of your smell
They reached me, dont you worry I didnt notice you
After dinner, I came to you
In the dark night, in the moonlight,  between those green leaves, you were hiding with all those new born magical smell of yours
I pluck one of them and took it with me to my bed
You are not just a flower in front of my house
You are a memory of my teenage
You remind me of those days in a glimpse
Happiness slowly reached for a while
Jasmine, you are part of my fond memories



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