Sep 17, 2007

There Is Something In The Air


There is something in the air these days, wonder if it is the slightest bite of the nip. Yeah I can feel the winter coming, can feel it in my bones. Summer is finally coming to an end. Oh the hot and steamy summer, the blast of the heat, the endless sighs and whines, the shimmering whites,the pretty pinks, and the the cooling greens.


There is something in the air these days, wonder if its contentment. Maybe it is because I laid to rest a lot questions and made peace with the riot of emotions that threatened to spill them selves out of the maze of my mind. Or is it something wholly inane like how beautiful the old peepul tree looks in the evening time in light of the dying sun from my veranda.


There is something in the air these days, think it is autumn welcoming itself into this world grown weary with the summer. From the part of the world I left behind I can almost hear the approaching sound of the “dhak”( drums) and the priest’s voice chanting hymns aloud as the teeming millions come together to pay homage to the Goddess or maybe its the musky smell of the incense stick that overpowers everything that comes its way.


There is something in the air these days. Wonder if it’s magic or is it you who makes me so happy? Maybe it is the endless hours spent trying to be around each other or looking for excuses to be with you, feel your touch, or is it the conversations we have away from the prying eyes of the harsh world, revealing bits and pieces of our selves slowly and steadily or maybe it is the laughter I share with you and the dreams we weave.


There is something in the air these days. Wonder if it’s the shadows growing longer. Or is it the colorful pictures you keep clicking and transforming them into mellow sepia? Or is it me trying to live life to the fullest knowing that very soon this sojourn into my dreams will be over and we’ll go back to our ordinariness left with nothing but fragments of old forgotten conversations, and sepia tinted memories.

14 comments:

The Dude said...

very nice, simple and wistful post.. i think itll connect with almost everyone in some part or the other..
you have a certai gift for the written word yknow?
and i particularly loved the end lines:
"Or is it me trying to live life to the fullest knowing that very soon this sojourn into my dreams will be over and we’ll go back to our ordinariness left with nothing but fragments of old forgotten conversations, and sepia tinted memories."
keep at it, im really enjoying your blog.
cheers..

Renovatio said...

Memories are one thing, making new ones is another. I'm going to start by finding my frigging trench coat. I love that thing, it's huge!

(¯`•._.•[Raaji]•._.•´¯) said...

wow... this is beautiful. Very articulate.
I don't even have words for it. You are such a good writer. Keep writing!
Cheers!

Princess Banter said...

Autumn I find is the loveliest season there is :) It's mysterious and it's not -- it's just perfect. I love how you intricately limned your words to paint such an imagine :) Brilliant!

a blue eyed girl said...

awesome. i love autumn, its such a relief after the heat of summer...i really love this post, its very lyrical. :)

a blue eyed girl said...

btw love the header on ur template. :)

Kalyan said...

WoW...beautifully crafted words. Every word & sentence simply draws us into it and we could really feel the words and the moments....very wonderfully written and along with it a beautiful pic too....lovely post!

She said...

Sigh!!!!! Its beautiful!!! Sigh!!! I love how your words paint such a vivid image in my head. I can almost reach out and touch winter right now, feel a dry leaf crackling in my hand and warm myself in the gentle sun, warm in the thoughts of someone- feeling the sunshine within!!

I love your blog!! Considered writing for a living?

backpakker said...

simple and very evocative and what pictures...you write so well

Evil Spock said...

There were a bunch of bugs in the air when Evil Spock was riding Evil Spock's bike. Evil Spock swallowed quite a few. Nasty business. . .

You need to be writing for someone; a literary magazine or something.

Rajeev said...

Wonderful!
nicely written! :)

peace & love
Jeevy

akanksha said...

Wow that was beautiful...Awesome :-)

Sameera said...

Lovely thoughts...

Uta said...

Good for people to know.