Little me

Hot day in June 2005. I keep myself busy with work and reading. Ofcourse music and crisp TV hours also keep me occupied. I am a little upset today. I don't know why. I think I am missing out on something but what can it be. I really can't fathom. Blue-brown images keep flickering in my mind and my hormones do a little trapeze.

I am in my office, right now. It is high noon. I am completely in control yet a part of me is longing for something. I hope the SOMETHING hits me.

I don't pray these days. I don't make love. I don't write too many poems.

I doodle. I dream and I pause.

Lord, adjust my strings.

Sameer Bhat