DELHI IN THE MORNING
from M-75, Ridgewood Apts.
in haiku
THE STINGING CHILL, THE UNEVEN SKYLINE, ALL SO
UNFAMILIAR.
SO NEW, SO UNIQUE. A DEEP BREATH- "I'M HERE." I SMILE.
I WAKE TO MUSIC.
IT'S LEISURE, AND IT'S TRANSITION. THE FREEDOM, TOO,
IS LOVINGLY BOUND.
COMFORT IS REBORN, INDEPENDENCE IS DORMANT
BUT NOT WITHOUT JOY.
BOMBAY-TO-DELHI: ONCE AGAIN, "IN TRANSITION",
A NEW CHANCE IS BORN.
Delhi, for me is, the uniquely special transition between college and home... a vaguely familiar place between two lifestyles. a place full of careless joy and irresponsibility- the perfect reckless balance between two places of slight seriousness. a period of no philosophy, no growth, no stress- only friendship and fun and chaos....and, of course, shopping. its the place memories are made of, but not dreams.
4 comments:
haha. i can see your sister's string biking backwards.
delhi.........hm.......always full of great memories.
long drives to nowhere.... singing out of aliya's car....nights full of gossip and laughter......posh, expensive dinners.....gurgaon drives.......all those crazy little cousins full of their cheeky attitudes and hilarious dilemnas........drunken calls at 6am.....
i like the way you say
the place memories are made of but not dreams....
its so true. nothing productive ever happens there but its always so very memorable.
i love the haikus. all of them.
the chill of delhi...also the wild company and the sudden movement...
these capture them fully.
all the years i lived in bombay, i could never identify so specifically just what i missed.
K.
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