Muddled up reality

Walking
back alone
on the road
which leads home.

The skies open up
and liquid fire
pours on me, naked
burning me, in my desire.


I have been trying to write all evening but I just cannot get myself to say what I want to say. It's just too many thoughts in my head. It will not stop. Things worth talking are what all I did last week. I started learning a new script and a new language, Kannada. I am reading the most beautiful of books right now. It's Love in the time of Cholera or El Amor En Los Tiempos Del Colera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Of course it is a love story. I'll write more on it some other day. Then I listened to music which could make rain. It was so magical, I was at a live concert watching him play and the skies opened up in sheer delight. I received bad news yesterday evening. And again today morning. I keep thinking about the time I almost died. I saw a rather unusual palm last week and spent the whole day trying to figure out the lines on his hand. My brief research into palmistry had me look at the palms of all my colleagues. It makes a very interesting past time. We all sat and discussed our lives, what had been, what can be and obviously who was getting married next!

My heart reaches
out tonight
in silent prayer
that every wish,
every dream,
every joy,
may come true.

I saw two magnificent films, Tokyo Story by Yasujiro Ozu and Nizhalkuthu (Shadow Kill) by Adoor Gopalakrishnan. I got wet while coming home yesterday evening. "Everything will happen when it is time." That's what my Dad said today morning. I did absolutely nothing all day. Nothing. Life seems to be stuck in a state of suspended animation at the moment. Life seems to be waiting for something to happen. I wonder what?