Only That

Tied to our younger dreams
Mistaking them to be our secrets
Glorifying them, and
Dramatically becoming weary

A few days after Mumbai attacks in November 2008 (26/11), still recovering from what we all saw on live TV, I kept thinking that these verses are what Kasab might be saying to himself while he and his fellow terrorists...

Once, When they tore them open A life fell out of each Now, They are driven Smiling with them Rights of their own In bright sunshine Hauling with them Buried in black One mile from the graveyard The rights of man...

This is the story of how I live in S-lane, And how I love the little things here. There are a thousand houses in the S-lane, And when I walk here, a thousand looks, Each a thousand carat diamond, greet me in the S-lane...

He said he pinched himself
Still in disbelief
That he is my husband
"Really, REALLY...!" he said.

Come in, come in,
Look down into the abyss of my inkwell
See for yourself what you did