Saturday, January 13, 2007

Eyes n search...


My people...

Who are these people?
My influencers? I don't even know if there is such a word...
But if there isn't such a word, I shall define what I mean by it.

'The people who have influenced my life'.

What is the significance of me telling you this? That you tell me.

But 'my people' are those who are such. Who have touched my life. And I am sure each one of us does have such bag full of people influencing a person's life.

My people are not necessarily any 'well-known' people. They are from celebrities to a person on the road,


Today belongs to such a man I came across on road.

Place: JM Road outside Crosswords
Time: around 9 PM

I am sitting on the steps,
I see a man, wearing old cloths
Mud and dust and smoke and dirt
Hunger and pain
Anger and strength of wildness
One might be tempted to call him 'bhikhari'

He looks towards me
He walks to me
He looks at me
He walks to me
He looks in my eyes

I am a little baffled
I am a little confused
I am in search

Is he too searching the same?
What am I searching?
Am I sure about my search?

Our eyes meet
He is standing close
Really really close
Our eyes are locked with each other’s

What are his eyes saying?
Are they saying anything at all?

What am I reading in his eyes?
Why am I trying to read something in his eyes?

Am I reflecting?
Am I reflecting myself in him?
Am I searching my potency to be him?

What is the ache in my heart?
Is it because he is the way he IS?
Or is it I the way I AM?
Isn’t it the fact,
the realization of uselessness, helplessness?

Poor n Pure
Poverty n purity

Reality?

He has sharp, clean
May be haunting, may be challenging eyes.

Is he challenging me?
What can he fight for?
What do I have to lose?
What does he have to fight for?

Anything n everything

He is still gazing at me
His sight doesn't shake a bit
His gesture is upsetting me

Do I see myself in him?

Sanity and insanity

Reality and ... ?