mates in a cage

the balancing act

Neemrana

Trio at Neemrana

So much to realize and so much to liberate!!!

No it’s just not family and friends
No it’s just not the fragrance of hot earth blessed with rain drops
No it’s just not the India Pakistan cricket match
No it’s just not the celebrations of all festivals
No it’s just not the simplicity, but the complexity together.
That’s yearned for

It’s from the tea stalls at the road to the different markets
From the pedestrians crossing to the driving habits
From the illegal constructions to mansions
From the punctuality to Indian standard timings
From the white that stands for sadness to purity
From the simple dosage of colours to its extreme burst
From the hardwork of people to their sheer laziness
From the hardcore bravery to hardcore corruption
From the vast beliefs which will take ages to comprehend
To simple blind faith
From a vast culture to a culture to dismiss all
From being in a crowd to being lost and alone thru out

Even a weather change is introduced by a fragrance
the fragrance , the taste , the touch , the vision , the voice
No particular definition, but a feeling
This can be nothing more than HOME
And there can be nothing else more than home.

breath in my own country

Breath in my own country!!!

It seemed idiotic the idea that pondered my mind after the movie.
How melodramatic a story can be?
How much can they stretch a casual feeling?
The story about people traveling countries and being homesick
Funny enough----
Breath in my own country
Became my own story!!!

How I missed the fragrance of rain teasing hot earth,
How I longed for more trees
How I longed for those funny moments
when cows and donkey join you in middle of the road.
How I missed the traffic jams that’s created by just two people talking

Breath in my own country,
The four walls that gives peace
The embrace that provides
The ultimate definition of love and protection
The damaged road, even on being astray feels secure
My Breath
In my own country………