Monday, May 17, 2010

Hazaaron Khwaishen Aisi

And I wish time were malleable. Like the squeaky soles on my red shoes. And pliable desires.
I wish time were in stock. Like spare batteries and countless flashlights. And unending hopes for life and sunshine.
I wish space were boundless. Like spring flowers on hilly countrysides. And an expansive sense of the world.

It's been an interesting few weeks. Soon I will move. But before that much has to be done. Quietly, I make my lists, dot my i's and cross my t's. It is time to be quiet. It is time to be good.

Stay here all of you. Send me a word, perhaps some advice and most definitely some sign of presence. Maybe we will all be quiet together. And just maybe we will sing. Perhaps even dance. I don't know for sure. But until then, do stay.

2 comments:

mentalie said...

i wish you barrels of beer and many fat joints :)

Mathangi said...

Thank you love, you can provide them for me very very soon!