Monday, February 23, 2009

Of Lights, chai and voices...

The city lights are visible.
Tiny dots of life
That mingle with the voices in the head.
A gust of wind bring the voices to me,
And I become a part of it.

The steam.
Coiling out of the flavoured cups of chai
The laughter.
That wafts through the air,
To rest on some furtive ears.

The distant call for prayer brings
A sudden quietude
As twelve pairs of eyes look on…

Friday, February 20, 2009

Born to be WILD!

A Birthday that was untold...
and then it was fun!!