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…

9 comments:

amritha said...

i never thought that we would get our asses out of campus on a sunday and actually manage to go maula ali.
I had fun in spite of my 5 minute attention span. :D

asmita said...

Dude you must thank God for small mercies... otherwise think, how else would you have managed to survive four semesters with a nut case like me...
All thanks to an attention span of a five year old!!
:D

amritha said...

pooodi!!!!

crumbs said...

^^^
awwwe! get a room guys! oh, wait a minute, you already have one too :P

asmita said...

@sneha

Yeah yeah... u feeling jealous... don't worry will drop a few hints with Safa :P

AMIT said...

Oh i like your writings.

Boise real estate

priyadutta said...

kind attention to all..this was the poem that received 2nd place i think in the creative writing comp held at EFLU in 2009 :D :D..

had to mention that dude :P

jinxed said...

Haan haan I don't mind publicity when it comes to my blog :P

asmita said...

Err... no not this one...