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Zakhm(Wound)

eyes, these eyes of mine
are like an ocean
with these wounds
reminding me of you
from the rains pouring down
from nowhere
my heart drowning in its waters
breathless, hopeless, directionless
like love falling, desires fading
with a hand reaching out for yours
he shall drown
and the mind shall not worry nor mind
for this body, this soul
felt alive for a moment,for a reason
and the ocean whispers - "I am drowning these wounds for now
for
one day, they shall learn to swim"

eyes, these eyes of yours
I lose sight of
and so does the ocean
of the rains.

A History of Charm

charm : The power or quality of pleasing or delighting; attractiveness: a breezy tropical setting of great charm.

I walked down the streets of my home town; baffled; confused; and disoriented. The same streets I had walked years and years ago was speaking the same language; yet I couldn't comprehend it completely. The buzz around the city took me some time to seep in. When it finally did; I was no longer baffled but amazed; no longer confused but awakened; no longer disoriented as direction didn't carry any meaning or value. I was able to set my own pace. The feeling to be able to get up at your own sweet time and not having to worry about things to do or complete. In fact I had nothing to do. That was a special feeling I had craved for. What a perfect way to end 2005. A year of chaos;ups and downs and infused urges and desires. And I did it all by paying tribute to my hometown - the charming Bangalore.
People talk about Bombay, Calcutta and Delhi as the unique places of India. I haven't been to Bombay or Delhi myself. And the very reason being, I tend to feel content in Bangalore. That inertia of satisfaction. Let alone the fantastic weather and food and miserably horrible traffic on clumsy narrow roads; a small town where people go about their lives quietly with no hype or expectations. But then again I fear for Bangalore. With every tom dick and harry from the country walking the streets; starting a new lease of life; he is in the brink of losing the innocence he was born with. My fears were answered when the first ever terrorist attack happened at one of the top institutes. It was a weird day for Bangalore; oblivion to such acts of terror. Bangaloreans spend their day over a nice cup of coffee in pleasant weather or indulge in their gastronomic desires with some of the best food available; not having to worry about terrorists sharing the same coffee place.It was a rude wake up call for Bangalore.
Personally Bangalore has been a special to me; a place where my desires were born and nurtured; a place where I fell in Love the first time; a place where my cricketing idol Rahul Dravid hails from! Life has always sprung a surprise or two and my innocence always being targeted. Trying not to sound narcisstic; I have known for my charm; my least expectations from others; my seemingly energetic laziness. And I owe a lot of this to my home town - the charming Bangalore.
Maybe another ice age can only save Bangalore from being swallowed by this sudden migration of inhabitants and their sorrows and lifestyles and worries and acts of terror.I am glad and proud to be a part of history. A history of charm.