I too,felt like a worm-
crawling up the endless glass wall.
Cold and steely,
it froze me to death.
No,no,death would be too easy.
It froze me to Silence.
I looked around-
no fellow traveller,
no companion.
Not that I needed any.
I was self-sufficient.
But alone.
Mind you,I was alone,
not lonely.
I looked around
and saw stuffed buses whooshing down R.B. connector.
I could've seen a lazy,drowsy tram too,far away,
only if I were a little taller,bigger...
and less reluctant.
But I had my own battles to fight.
So,I guess my reluctance makes sense.
I was out to collect the elixir of life.
Yes,the first time I had heard of it,
I too,thought it was funny.
But two reincarnations down the line,
I know better now.
I looked around
and saw a stream of people-
making their way through the crazy morning crowd.
Each had a destination of their own,
buried deep under the smell of rice and curry in their nails.
They won't forget.
They won't be misguided.
For they know their route.
They know it like the back of their hands.
Getting lost is a luxury only vagabonds like you and me are allowed to savour.
So,we better make sure it lasts long.
Yes,two reincarnations down the line,
I'm still stupid.
Elixir can wait.
P.S.I don't know why I'd have these words in my mind after coming back from The Terence Lewis show that didn't look much like a disaster. Yes,people,in case you're interested,The Terence Lewis workshop is over. I didn't get what I went in for. Contemporary wasn't there much. Out of the ten classes,more than eight were spent doing Hip hop and Bollywood. Contemporary was there just for the heck of it. But then,I'm no Martha Graham. So,I guess it was a breather for me that the steps weren't tough. So,I could manage just about decently though it's been a year since I did anything except Kathak. Also,the ten days' extravaganza meant only track pants and tees for me. So,a very good friend Moumita decided to help me out with a picture of herself.
The picture is blurry though she claims her mobile camera to be of better quality than my digital camera.*Rolls her eyes*
But I must say I heart the blouse! Reminds me of the good ol' Victorian grace. I'm not a stiletto person but the red beauties are too tempting to resist!
crawling up the endless glass wall.
Cold and steely,
it froze me to death.
No,no,death would be too easy.
It froze me to Silence.
I looked around-
no fellow traveller,
no companion.
Not that I needed any.
I was self-sufficient.
But alone.
Mind you,I was alone,
not lonely.
I looked around
and saw stuffed buses whooshing down R.B. connector.
I could've seen a lazy,drowsy tram too,far away,
only if I were a little taller,bigger...
and less reluctant.
But I had my own battles to fight.
So,I guess my reluctance makes sense.
I was out to collect the elixir of life.
Yes,the first time I had heard of it,
I too,thought it was funny.
But two reincarnations down the line,
I know better now.
I looked around
and saw a stream of people-
making their way through the crazy morning crowd.
Each had a destination of their own,
buried deep under the smell of rice and curry in their nails.
They won't forget.
They won't be misguided.
For they know their route.
They know it like the back of their hands.
Getting lost is a luxury only vagabonds like you and me are allowed to savour.
So,we better make sure it lasts long.
Yes,two reincarnations down the line,
I'm still stupid.
Elixir can wait.
P.S.I don't know why I'd have these words in my mind after coming back from The Terence Lewis show that didn't look much like a disaster. Yes,people,in case you're interested,The Terence Lewis workshop is over. I didn't get what I went in for. Contemporary wasn't there much. Out of the ten classes,more than eight were spent doing Hip hop and Bollywood. Contemporary was there just for the heck of it. But then,I'm no Martha Graham. So,I guess it was a breather for me that the steps weren't tough. So,I could manage just about decently though it's been a year since I did anything except Kathak. Also,the ten days' extravaganza meant only track pants and tees for me. So,a very good friend Moumita decided to help me out with a picture of herself.
But I must say I heart the blouse! Reminds me of the good ol' Victorian grace. I'm not a stiletto person but the red beauties are too tempting to resist!
