Rain on me

I stand alone
Drenching myself from head to toe
There’s nowhere to go.
I sense you in the skies I see
And yearn for you to rain on me.

As trickling droplets
Surf every inch
I feel your fingers run over me
Speaking through unspoken words.
The fresh green leaves shine me shy
In the blowing breeze; shivering with joy.
I drink you through drops
Beating on my mouth,
Sip you from the crevices in my lips.
For ages high and dry,
I gaze between the earth and sky
Coming down on my knees.
Go on and rain on me.

The wet mud runs
In my breath
Your essence tickles within.
Dancing in the puddles
I see your reflection in,
Trying to shed illusions.
But now you’ve seeped inside
And the soft dribble of water brings whispers
You sent to me from miles away.
Thunder and rain merge
My tremble and ecstasy.
As you rain on me.

IT RAINED!!!

Last night I walked out of Gaiety at 12.30 after watching Fanaa and i was like O my God it's raining!
I saw it pour!!
I have never felt this happy seeing the rains and never felt such a strong urge to get wet in the rains.....I was ecstatic!!
I had to, I wanted to, and I needed to get wet....so we walked in the rains all happy and gay to a small restaurant and ordered for a cup of tea.
Sitting there sipping tea after getting drenched in the first showers of monsoons left me so happy that I haven't stopped grinning since then and have been singing....going...lalaalaa....since morning.

These are the seasons of emotion
And like the winds they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion
I seek the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient
Upon us all a little rain must fall.

And yes....with every drop of water trickling down....I missed you....like i always do when it rains...wish you were here to share the moment!

I understand there is vacuum.
I understand the empty spaces
Somewhere within
The emptiness of the mind.
What I cannot grasp
Are the depths within it.
Seeking a vehicle to travel
Through this void.
Resistance and acceptance
Stand at logger heads.
Fight the friction
Of human nature and will?
Or flow with the wind
And travel aimlessly?
Or is there a another way
To unravel the mysteries
Of the inevitable circumstances
And stop the looming thoughts
Playing in loop
Hovering over each moment
As bouts of strength appear and disappear
In awkward repetition?
What if the blankness grows
Larger and larger?
Making the journey longer
With every depth I counter.
Or should I abandon
The passage itself
And wait for the vacuum to seize.
Will it seize to exist at all?
Vacuum cannot exist without
The friction of nature and change.
So I get down on my knees
And submit to modification.
Allow nature to take its own course
While I watch myself from a distance,
See my empty picture
And laugh at my self
Saying: take over.

Craving for subjugation

Climbing up a creeper
That’s leaning on me.
Walking over sand
That’s closing in.

I’m driving to the dead end
Craving for subjugation,
Striving to be overthrown,
Waiting to come into my own.

To feel your warm hands
Run over my weary face,
Hiding under the blanket
Of your memories.

This is what kashid is made of:

Five stoned fools, white sand and the blue waters of the sea.

Pristine waves rushing in and taking the sand along making your feet sink deep.

Strong waves wetting your body and Varun diving into each wave that tries to overpower him.

Making a mountainnof sand, then digging out a tunnel and then shouting in joy when my hand meet varun's inside that tunnel....as we revel in our new work of art.

Running in slow motion in the waters towards Varun as the sun sets behind us....acting out the filmi MILAN!!!

Lying in the hammock under the shade of the coconut trees having nothing to do but chill out on the sunny beach.

Allocating a hindi song to each person. For Meghna: Mai Albeli ghoomoo akeli....koi paheli hoon main. haha.

Varun and Akki fighting for more gulaab jamuns which they never could get their hands on.

Three days of being cut off from the world with no mobile network and no phone at close quaters.

Finding our way with a torch (borrowed after much effort by our two sloshed companions) to the beach in the dark night and lying around watching the stars and the white foam on the waves.

Posing as some sidey band members clicking photographs for their latest Album's CD cover as the guide takes you around Janjeera fort. The guys wear Provougue goggles...while the girls wear their bandana.

Video recording Akki's long trips on a slab of ice in the snow, floating on the clouds and seeing the light come out of the dark and ofcourse laughing at it.

Droping off (Akki's one and somu's two) chappals as they doze off in the tuktuki and then going back a few kilometers to fetch them, and actually finding them. yay!!

It was just out of this world man!!