Tell Me No More of Enchanted Days

It happened accidentally, again. First, the damned thing didn't close, so I sat on it, as I always do, jumping up and down, and just when I thought the lock had clicked and dragged it upright, the overstuffed luggage swam out. It covered the floor, and created a flood. Mango leave smells in summer, grandmother hands, the glass cutting through small feet, spattering red on the playground green, warm tongue plays in love's cold windows, yellow moon, solitary stars on the mountain top, God under the pillow at night with ghosts of tumbling hair, a father's bath lemon scent; tv in the darkened room, the swing, the black, the snow, the melting, ... then the snow again, and the flooded room all around. I didnot close the suitcase, I sat and watched the swirling and whirling in the water, as it reached my knees, It didn't matter today if I missed the train. It didn't matter at all, It was time to rest, and recollect how far I had already travelled. It didn't matter wha

Song to a Seagull Fly silly seabird No dreams can possess you No voices can blame you For sun on your wings My gentle relations Have names they must call me For loving the freedom Of all flying things My dreams with the seagulls fly Out of reach out of cry I came to the city And lived like old Crusoe On an island of noise In a cobblestone sea And the beaches were concrete And the stars paid a light bill And the blossoms hung false On their store window trees My dreams with the seagulls fly Out of reach out of cry Out of the city And down to the seaside To sun on my shoulders And wind in my hair But sandcastles crumble And hunger is human And humans are hungry For worlds they can't share My dreams with the seagulls fly Out of reach out of cry I call to a seagull Who dives to the waters And catches his silver-fine Dinner alone Crying where are the footprints That danced on these beaches And the hands that cast wishes That sunk like a stone My dreams with the seagulls fly Out of reac

The cat is in the bag, the cat is on the street, the cat wants the cream that you refuse to eat. She'll scratch your hand, she'll purr at your leg, looking up at you with eyes, scary and enticing. Do you feel mesmerised? Do you see the emptiness behind the green grey light? Do you want to pet her? Do you want to lock her up? Does she confuse you, because you want to touch her, but you still don't trust her? The cat is always alone, climbing walls, searching for prey. The cat is in your house, tied to your loyalty, tied to your tamed ribbons, tied to her seasonal litter, kitties fed by her suffocated breasts. The cat is always free, dreaming of long gone forest fire days, when noone judged her, when noone asked her who she was, when the pleading of death in their eyes was all she ever saw before she devoured and cherished them, lovingly, hopefully...

Maine kabhi kaha nahin, na keh paaongi, bahut bar dekhi hai haar, is bar samjhaute ki sharam nahin seh paaongi main. Kehte hain log rakho sabr, karo intezaar, us intezaar ka raaz samajhti hoon main, par phir pighal kar apni barf ho simtan nahin paaongi main. Ek bar pehle pyaar kiya tha maine, bhool kar aapne aap ko jiya tha maine, tum kehte ho kitne saboot pangti hoon main, sabooton ka inkar chah kar bhi nahin kar paaongi main. Chalo man liya tum kuch nahin de sakte, man lo ki main bech kar bhi khali haath nahin hoon, Aaj bas aakar do shabd hi keh do, tumhare shabdon ki methi kathas main hi main jo nahin kar sakti, sab bhool jaana chahungi main. (Translation) What I may not be able to do I have never told you, and I may never be able to, I've seen failure many times before, but I may not be able to suffer the humiliation of compromises any more. People ask me to be patient, wait some more my dear, I understand the suspense of waiting, but I may not be able to melt and harness my sn