lapsus linguae

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Remnants Of Our Conversations

usually the sound of passing roads, sudden brakes, interrupted dialogues
night before last the sound of knife chopping Aalu
evenings when it pours the sparkling dome of my blue umbrella, the cool of the rain on my face
always the urgency and comfort of comraderie, weightlessness, simplicity, warmth

thank you.

6 Comments:

Blogger Ratna said...

Enjoy even if 'Kal ho' the little things in life that Meera points out, that many of us bypass like they dont exists.

Thursday, June 30, 2005 9:30:00 PM  
Blogger Brandon said...

here via Truth Blog. nice.

Saturday, July 02, 2005 9:00:00 AM  
Blogger kaaju katli said...

Hi Meera,
Love your writing. Can I add you to my list?

Thursday, July 07, 2005 10:30:00 AM  
Blogger John Michael Keba said...

I'm always interested in what you have to write. But you should know that.

How's Joseph Knecht striking you?

Thursday, July 07, 2005 6:31:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hey what happened 2 u?
no regular postings....
I luv ur writings....
Rajaram

Wednesday, July 13, 2005 4:13:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Liked all the lines except the last.
It just seemed too pretentious :)

Thursday, July 14, 2005 7:53:00 PM  

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