Sunday, 26 February 2012

Sometimes




It’s sometimes the degree at which the sun shines
Or the angles at which it cast shadows through my window.
It is sometimes a particular noon silence
Or the warm air that moves drudging by
It’s sometimes just a whiff of a peculiar odour
Or is it just a figment of my imagination?
My remembrance?
It is sometimes that I am reminded of you,
It is sometimes that my memory pains me.


7 comments:

Rohit said...

Amazing!! Would like to translate if you do not mind..

rajni said...

why do i sense an undercurrent of so much pain ?

Aniket Thakkar said...

Fuck you, man. I was expecting some other current affair related post and you threw this at me.

It brings out so many suppressed memories and poignant emotions. Now I'll spend the evening staring out of the window reflecting upon myself.

Clearly the best piece I've read of yours.

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prateekshankar dixit said...

tu inna mujhe miss kar raha hai?
awwwwwwwww.....
:)

Harnoor Channi-Tiwary said...

Nice...you should write more...

Rajan said...

Thanks ma'am.
:)