
Friday, November 26, 2010
Once in your life

Garba @ uway
Sunday, November 21, 2010
A sweet love Letter
To Sandra,
I was five. I spoke a different language and was very shy.
The first time I saw you, I was struck by lightening. I was speechless. You had red hair and were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.
My fantasy was to rescue you from harm, as Superman.
One day, you chose me in a game of Farmer in the Dell. I was overwhelmed when you chose me, and still speechless.
The fantasy lasted five years. Then one day, our family moved away.
What seemed a lifetime later, when I was fifteen and dating my soon-to-be wife, I took what was a rare trip on a Chicago CTA bus. It happened to take me passed the street where you lived.
You got on that bus. You were more beautiful than I could have imagined. You sat on a seat that was right behind the back exit of the bus. You were right in front of me. I looked at your profile as you looked straight ahead. Did you recognize me as I did you?
The bus was almost empty and we rode along Pulaski Avenue in silence. All was silent. I said nothing. I was thunder struck and speechless again. You got off the bus.
I am in my late sixties, with grown grandchildren, and think of you.
Paul, age 65 :)
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Udaan

Jo lehron se aage nazar dekh paati toh tum jaan lete main kya sochta hoon,
Wo aawaz tumko bhi jo bhed jaati toh tum jaan lete main kya sochta hoon.
Zid ka tumhare jo parda sarakta toh khidkiyon se aage bhi tum dekh paate,
Aankhon se aadaton ki jo palken hatate toh tum jaan lete main kya sochta hoon.
Meri tarah khud par hota zara bharosa toh kuchh door tum bhi saath-saath aate,
Rang meri aankhon ka baant-te zara sa toh kuchh door tum bhi saath-saath aate,
Nasha aasmaan ka jo choomta tumhe bhi, hasraten tumhari naya janm paatin,
Khud doosre janam mein meri udaan chhoone kuchh door tum bhi saath-saath aate.