Travel Tales and a Pet

It has been so long since I wrote anything that these words feel guilty to even being typed. What a year it was! It is a majestic mixture, when regular banal happenings collide with sudden changes of plan but it did bring a lot of stories. One such change was the addition of a member, our beloved kitten, Zeus. Unfortunately had to give him up for adoption soon. Thus the travel tales begin, an exile in a different place, once again, to make a new home out of strange lands. 

12 Years After

Banished

I see the seven colours hovering in the sky, flying free.

The surroundings are muted because of all the sudden surge of colours and chaos

But it was short-lived this merry making

When freedom becomes disenchanted,
And dignity seized away:

Love reigns inside.

How can one patrol our desires?

Fury seethes inside and tears away, 

Caustic reactions aplomb -

The war has begun now.

Colours cannot be controlled.

Desires rush to the fore.

We love with all force.

We will love all the more.

The Yellow Window

Suddenly Ibrahim's eyes notice the glass-walled lone room inside that crowded house full of people and children. Strangely, the room was left undisturbed by all the chaos around it. Through the glass wall he could clearly see the deep blue of the sea against the yellow of the large Russian carved window frame and the waviness of the splashing water, contoured by the deep green leaves of the large Mahua tree.  Ibrahim at that moment was unsure whether he was dreaming. The noise around him suddenly became inaudible, he moved cautiously towards the enticing window lest he might wake up from his reverie. The room, he noticed only then, was some kind of a drawing room, small and lowly lit and perhaps thus lonely. He left the cake he was carrying on the centre table and sat by the window taking in the exquisiteness of the place and the calmness of the room accessorised by the sounds of the wave and the whispers of the leaves. He tried to look out of the window when to his further amazement he saw numerous fishes swimming on the very edge of the sea. He wanted to go out immediately to feel the air. For the time being, he opened the glass window and let himself sink into the tumultuous emotions that the sea let erupt inside him, bursting forth with all energy and making him come alive. 

...to be contd

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Sand, Sea Shells, Foam, Blue

Of all the intersecting lines in the sand

I routed a labyrinth to your lap.

I never used a map sliding off the land

On an incidental tide,

And along the way you know, they try

They try.

The Shins

An Unicorn in my Dream

Photobomb

Little 'Neel'