If I am going to explain this poem it will take a couple of years of speaking. I went into a relationship mode for more than 3 and a half years. Then I went silent as the reality looks like a very bad dream. The poem mentions that very clearly. This is the situation when I took my phone and typed in a couple of sentences into my phone. This was worked on while on a break from the hectic life unfolding in front of me. Enjoy.
On Another Note:
WOW, wee Wow… Summer is really interesting… First of all, it is horribly hot. I hate hot weather, One of the reasons why I left India was that. Second, Nothing much changed in the last 8 or 9 months. I looked up and said.. people make babies in this time… this is the kinda time when astrologers in South India say “Dasa Sandhi” means a period of deadlock between two dasas… actually astrologically it is that kinda period for me. The Period or Dasa of Jupiter for me is ending and the next on the period or Dasa of Saturn is going to start in less than a year. So everything is going on a pace no one really knows… I said, “If life were supposed to be delivered on a platter to me.. that platter is made with thin air”. I cannot be wrong…. I learned it but I am not a snatcher of other’s happiness or life. I am a Sufi, I only take what I need. When something I need is not available, no matter how much pain it feels, I learned to erase that pain with smiles on my face. I think I just said how my attempt to earn the love of someone I love went.
Little Boss, Read the Notes above.