Wednesday, April 17, 2019
Friday, August 3, 2018
Wednesday, March 28, 2018
Oft one hears...."Just throw it away, it's broken......" Aaaah! yes, but I never could, doubt I'll learn to, well, doesn't seem likely anytime soon...just love it too much: fixing broken stuff. As a youngster, it was the TDK tapes with my favourite songs that used to get stuck in the tape-recorder (gunjal ho jaati thee) and I just couldn't throw them and loose all those songs, ouch!! Nevaaaah! And so I diligently fixed them with cello tape. And voila! the music, it played again, minus a couple of lines and a distinct sound when the cellotaped portion ran over the tape reader.....My stuff, yes, I like fixing it, it gives me memories and with it, a history.
well, I'll be darned
being irresponsible enough
wasting the poetry that emanates from some deep recesses in my soul
whence our souls should brush past each other
on some highway
you and I were meant
say I not
it's the conversations of the souls
I am the medium that feels these conversations...
The accidental flick of the hand against the quivering stomach
yes, almost missable...
the rush of emotion that engulfs
the constant sharp desire
to have your head where your hand just brushed past
love is not so much in the realm of the obvious
but in the strength of the knowing
in the awareness
in the urge to give and receive, so strong...
a chaotic yet soothing the sense of homecoming.....