18 April 2009

A Song Recollected in the Early Morning

No, I was definitely not going to write it down here. But then ..

Few years back, I watched Bernando Bertolucci's 'Stealing Beauty' and I fell in love with Tuscany forever, making it part of my 'List-of-places-I've-to-go-before-I-die'. After 15 years of self imposed exile, Bernardo Bertolucci set his foot in Italy with this movie and he succeeded in making Italy so visually captivating and full of brilliance. The film is extremely well shot. But I don't plan to write a review. It is definitely among one of the most goodlooking films ever watched by me.

Today morning I woke up to find this song playing inside my head. It was included in the film soundtrack. Another song that was part of the OST was 'Glory Box" by Portishead. Loved it. It went very well with the entire feel of the film.

This sudden song revived the spendour of Tuscany that the film brought forth so excellently, Ah!! The dreamy mirage haunting you, inviting you.

P.S: Watched a number of films after a break.

1) Spirit of the Beehive (after a friend's recommendation)

2)It's a Boy/Girl Thing (part of the regulars)

3)Pulp Fiction (Ah! Tarantino and his wicked, exaggerated but stylised portrayal of everything violent)

4)The Four Hundred Blows. (Truffaut's Masterpiece)

14 April 2009

Fragments of Lost Letters


Today a sparrow sat on my window sill,
Telling me tales of some place else, of some other day,
In its undecipherable tongue, but I somehow understood.
In the evening, I discover all the letters I'd written for you (but that never were sent)
lying scattered on the floor.
The yellow papers were weeping, it seemed, hence got loose.
The music of the evening was so soothing.
I was so tired, I'm so tired still.
I'm dreaming of rain and waiting,
Waiting for something that has simply forgotten its way to my being.

2 April 2009

The Magic of Fragrances


Your fragrance lasts
Like the memories of the bygone era.
Your voice still travels
Through the periphery of my dreamlands,
The night fireflies haunt the air:
Fill it with a dingy glitter.
Ah! The terrible essence you’ve left in me
Needs time to evaporate.
The caterpillar inside
Needs air to breathe.
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