On the bad poetry

Must I apologise!

Well, there might be a sudden downpour, so Linus carried umbrella to his office. When you cannot trust nature (it was sunny yesterday afternoon), what makes you trust me?

Well, if Annie becomes a poet, can I remain far behind!!! (she send me such a sweet poetry in the course of answering my mail...) I cannot but paste an excerpt from her creation:

Transy curtains, fog covered mountains you say,
The balcony, white chairs and sky beyond…
Feels really nice to hear from places away…
of tranquility, beauty and tantum spray!

How beautifully she captures my sore throat, how seamlessly she makes the tantum spray I use 6 times a day a part of the lovely backdrop that I mail her about....

She and her humor, she could almost have been cruel, but thanks to her pathetic poems, she is just cute and funny...

She even writes for some pathetic poetry site I assume. But as in the comic serial I watch these days, one should never Assume, because when u assume, u make an ASS out of U AND me...

Anycase, Annie's writings have enthused the poet in me, now I don't have romantic juices flowing that I can write of love songs that I once would have written... So I am taking to writing crappy prose, a different philosophy all together, I may assume.... errr... I may understand!!

So, my friends, this is the reason for the two stray poetries (do they qualify to be called poems after all), on the blog....and this my friends might give way to more....

Must I appologise...?

On Move

I am getting along

I am getting along,
I am on move

I wonder if you have captured
a still moment
a moment of togetherness
a moment of joy
a moment of unrevealed love
a moment of hidden truths

Get going, move
Oh! stranger,
live no more in dreams
breathe the crisp air outdoors
for the winds have changed of long
for I have been on move.

The tree and the moon

the tree and the moon

Do you see the moon?
I ask myself.

Through the branches of the tree,
the moon looks so small
so distant
so far

yet so near,
so near
that it wakes me up
from my every night's sleep
and I look aghast
i see no moon
yet i see the tree...

Good old ME

Snow Capped Mountains and Meeting Indian women

Today was an early morning. Linus left at 7-30 am. There wasn't any morning rush, since we had decided on toast and juice for the breakfast.

I peeled almonds for him, and got his toast ready in no time. I looked around, it still seemed dark to be going out, so I sneaked back in bed. Got up half an hour later, by a call from my mother in law.

I was not meeting Linus for lunch today, so it was a lazy afternoon. Was chatting with mom, and thanks to her I cooked some lunch for myself. Then, in the late afternoon I set out to wander. Walked till the Clarens Station. Found out how to buy ticket from the machine. Wandered further to find dry cleaners. Then, finally came to Clarens Center where I buy groceries and all.

All the while, wandering alone, looking at the mountains (I had walked uphill today because the station is not on lake side, always uphill), looking at the snow, realising how the lavish green spread was turning into frosty carpet. Breathing in the cold air, I walked slowly , feeling how tiny I was and how huge the mounts were. The mountains seem so near to me, like Rukmini says, thoda haath aagey karo toh lagega chhoo hee lengey..

Then, it was time to do some Migroing and Denning...hmm Migros and Denner are few of the chains here. I went to the Migros. There while looking for groceries I identified two Indian faces. I was quick to flash a smile. I did not get a very warm response but I was sure they were Indians. Next moment I was by their side, having exchanged names of husbands, who had come from IBM kolkata to Nestle, I volunteered, and I am Vidwata. So that later one of them could or rather eventually would call up her hubby and say, Sweetheart, I met this Indian Female, wifey ....

eeks...

why refer women as females...

hmmm whatever...

i have more ideas on a better post... like the wonderful packaging of rice, salt, cornflakes.... ah i guess i need to write about how Europeans shop.... may be tomorrow...s omehow i feel like going back to Khandai's marketing class... or at least transfer the gyaan on to Annie...

!!!!
does this qualify to be a blog....

time to sleep..

gnite

Captured

The mountains seen through a window of a fortress, Chateau de Chillion.

Suisse Air

Bonjour!

I sit in my drawing room, through the thin transy white curtains, I look at the tree with yellow leaves and beyond that covered in fog or mist lie majestic Alps.

Each morning Linus steps out in the balcony and squeals, here look at it honey, it has snowed on that peak today. Every morning there is one more snow capped peak to look at. I smile at his joy, and from my kitchen I tell him, it is too cold to be outside.

I bring his steaming cup of coffee and lay his breakfast on the table. It makes me feel like a woman. 3 weeks on my own, 3 weeks of cooking, cleaning, carrying lunch for Sunil to the lake side, eating together- it has made me a woman. And I have begun to own this house. Or has this house begun to own me.... I wonder.

And, then when I have rendered my duties to this house. Like a free bird, no more a house wife, I start on a journey of my own. I walk the flowered roads by the lake side, I chat with a newly found friend, I read Amitav Ghosh's book, The shadow lines, I click pictures of mountains from the window of Chateau of Chillion. I wander with my hair dishevelled, like in college days, carefree and a rebel in some quiet ways...

A new life, or an old life... I wonder. Back in a pair of jeans, Nike sneakers and two straps on my shoulders of a bag like a skool going kid.... I wonder if it all were true, the make up, the lipstick, the sarees, the salwar kameez, the necklaces, the rings...

Hmmm... it is raining this afternoon. So Linus came home for lunch for a change. Otherwise I go to Vevey and we have our lunch together by the lake side.

Ah, I need to tell you more about the place I am now... A place that exists in dreams, a place that in the Globe or Atlas will read Switzerland...

More later.