two monsoon evenings

the city reflected.

monsoon transformations:

this cobbler at the junction of sv road and station road in kandivali sets up another shop. alongside soles hang umbrella handles of all shapes, sizes and colour. he sits outside his tarpaulin covered shoe repair space to repair umbrellas.

stitching fabric
correcting bent spokes
fixing buttons and broken handles
correcting malfunctions

the rains make him more than just a cobbler.

The earth calls out to the sky,
the sun beating down upon her.
She cries as water abandons her flesh through cracks in her skin.
The sky responds,
a storm gathers over her dusty body.
The clear blue you cannot see,
it is blocked by layers of blue and gray.
The clouds bleed drops, they fall.
Little drops of moisture,
they bear the image of the world they meet.
An army they descend on her skin
bringing relief from the heat.
Dust rises
her fragrance fills the air.
The sun tempted
peers from behind a cloud.
There were two rainbows in the sky that day.

Yesterday, during an auto journey I came across two young boys yelling from the safety of their car. When they managed to catch the auto driver's attention, they told him, "Bhaiyya, tyre ghoom raha hai!"
I smiled. It reminded me of those long drives to Khandala during the monsoon long before there was the Expressway when four brothers did the same and died laughing! Their victims were mostly bicycle riders as they were very easily distracted.
I wanted to tell them, "Saalo se chali aa rahee hai!"
Somethings never get old.

Georgie Porgie Dharavi boy
Cc drawing made him cry
When r&m came out to slay
Georgie Porgie ran away

(from the slaughterhouse chronicles, edited by deeksha)

it is so bloody flawed,
so full of errors,
it is now officially a comedy!
woohoo!
my life...
inept.
sigh!

one day_early monsoon

"Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow."

- Bob Dylan

fear sets in
paranoia prevails
the surface now moist,
it is held back.

the face wiped,
over come by thought
the voice collapses
and the world disappears.
it is held back.

the veins dilate,
blood now gushes
hurts in the head
i wish my mind were dead.

fear sets in.
it makes its way
on to the spherical red
rolls down, into a free fall
on to the page i write.

what is in the mind is on the face.
i hate myself,
for i can affect others that way.
what was wiped off,
now reappears.

some days,
i know not anything
and i make no sense,
i utter no word.
introvert and cynical,
i wish i had a life.

i wonder what they see.

i knew i should not have,
why did i?
one leads to another,
i should not have.

i alone can be held responsible.

this week eye wrote:

"My long term goal is to evolve and set up an environment where academics, research and a fabrication workshop come together along with architectural work in the form of an office or a studio, either independently or as a collective of likeminded colleagues. "

vajreshwari