Pomodoro

bolo pomodoro r joye
bolo emon jinish kon deshe hoye.

koto deshe deshe ghure seshe
mon bole italy te eshe
bole emon sobji kono deshe nai..

to be expanded later :D

A train station... a tiny little old train station.
Five of us.... on foot. Up the stairs and into the platform....
Why are we here? Who brought us here? Was it the ghost god himself? :)
It is a beautiful station.... and it is day before yesterday!
We walk around.... go down the steps and under the tunnel and over again.
Now on the otherside.... a light suddenly out of nowhere... and a dog..
perhaps loose... they didnot stop to find out. Cowards!
A lone venture with a lurking hound (of the bagchis!!) was not very enticing prospect. So even the unwilling me followed..

Miramare .. fare you well!

Imagine

imagine a dark blue sea...
imagine a rocky shore...
imagine some dark mountains beside it...
you are on the rocks...
nothing between you and the ocean...

someone nearby is playing a guitar, softly... gently...
the sun has gone down quite a long time back
but the sky still remembers her like a lover lost...
there is a trace of light where there should have been none...
darkness, like harsh reality, is moving in to erase the last traces....

the colours of the evening turning into night .....
wish i could stay there!

I am in Trieste, Italy. Just back from the shores of the Adriatic. I am sitting on the desk of this room that I have been allotted. Strangely, even now, as I look out into the dark sea, there is music playing. Not the soft guitar, but some drums and a voice.. not bad :)
I have been here for a while. Had been to London before that. I had been thinking of my blog for a while. But as always is the case, did not get time to put pen to paper, or should we say put hands to keyboard.

A few more posts might be on their way... maybe tonight!