Monday, February 12, 2007

A wet morning

Earth stained red with a poor man's blood
A smile on a face so long missed
Hands touch...
Smells rise up from unannounced rains
An explosion of feeling sears across dendrites

The city warm after a long awaited bath
A shy sun hidden in the grey sky
Droplets whip past the window
And people drip in on a Monday morning.

In other news, another one bites the dust. And the pain is excruciating!
And did I mention that I finally met Azim Premji, and actually spoke to him?