Oct 2012
One rainy evening
sitting by the window
a mug of coffee in hand,
she looks down
at the busy street -
the world is in a hurry,
unaffected by it
she is far away
from the rush and madness.
Steam arising from the coffee
forms mist
and the present disappears from view
as memories play themselves out
in a stream, one by one,
before her eyes,
as she stares on
in calm oblivion
at the street...
sitting by the window
a mug of coffee in hand,
she looks down
at the busy street -
the world is in a hurry,
unaffected by it
she is far away
from the rush and madness.
Steam arising from the coffee
forms mist
and the present disappears from view
as memories play themselves out
in a stream, one by one,
before her eyes,
as she stares on
in calm oblivion
at the street...
Was listening to Chaya Geet (a music programme) on Vividh Bharati (Indian radio station) when this came to mind. To those who've never listened to Chaya Geet - Do listen to it, its a beautiful programme.
