In everyday I find a significance. I learn to love the little insignificances.
The emergence of the ice cream parlor from the corner of this
road. I have learned to love the loud jingling sound of the bell of his cart.
Impatience consoled to a prolonged calm when the bus to home arrives
late under the broiling sun.
Glimmer of tiny ripples on the lake I love,
Rain rushing into its still surface like a thousand bolting arrows.
I see now, the faces in the tube to work, awkward limbs walking
in and out. I imagine us sharing a laugh.
I observe how the view beside my window confuses into a blur and
rushes opposite to the direction we move.
Sitting at one place I focus on a tree, a house.
The sight of home gives me a burst of energy. I realize I have
more to do here than outside.
I noticed how the tender flesh of a well cooked fish craves for
the juice of a lemon. End up sprinkling lemon zest in all other dishes.
These days I write more often. They say there is more life to it now
than before.
Do you like sandalwood? I think you smell of sandalwood or quiet
near to that.
Sleep kisses these eyes unaware. The body gives in, hunched up
in the chair.
The earphones still plugged in, the music passing into a dream.
I hope to breathe life in you from time to time.
