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the cinnamon peeler's wife

4.22.2005 at 1:01:00 AM

it's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring

the air still with heat,
heavy in humidity- as if the atmosphere itself is holding its breath
the bright and scorching sun lording over the blue spring sky
and yet darkness, grayness, and impending clouds
stand poised to move in
to overwhelm the tense heat
the heat as if a drug, intoxicating pedestrians
making them languid and slothful in their movements

the break- one drop, then two
with a gasp
the torrent unleashes itself
glistening crystals and pooling wetness
soothe the anxious earth
the pink and lavender of early evening
is cool with the rain
the clouds now light- unburdened
of their responsibilities
dance with the sun's rays
shafts of late sunlight stream through the spring rain
the coolness reigns as the truant heat awaits the morning

he went to bed, bumped his head and couldn't get up in the morning.
rain, rain go away, come again some other day.

quarter red potatoes, rub with olive oil, sprinkle with italian seasoning/salt/crushed red pepper, bake covered 375 till soft, 400 uncovered till crisp, yummy.

i finally found a place to buy rabbi shergill's album (i should've bought it this summer in delhi for 150 rupees) online at shrimati's. the buzz about him is everywhere- all over the blogistan, but definitely watch his video. now i have to go home and find my mom's book of bulla shah poetry.

good friends are great to talk to when you are having doubts. thanks guys.

lala is trying to make me feel better or something. anyway some researchers said that it is okay to be fat or something like that. read while eating a donut (or half a dozen).

the cultural landscape, as well as the social and political ones, has changed in the last decade of the 20th century: people change their domicile and country much more easily, they have continuous access to information on a planetary scale, and they have powers of consumption that their fathers would never have dreamed of. Are they happier? hobsbawm submits the question and tries to discuss it in his book: on the edge of the new century. (try to answer his queries for yourself. warning: may cause introspection)

Anonymous islamoyankee said...

Thanks for the Rabbi Shergill suggestion. He does sound really good. Where did you get the album from?  


Blogger wanderer said...

you can buy it online at www.shrimatis.com (in california).
i haven't found it anywhere else. enjoy!  


Anonymous Anonymous said...

i don't like the first picture. it looks like a guy with thining hair wearing to much gel. so does this mean you will be heading to a land far, far away?  


Anonymous Anonymous said...

write your next poem on yeh zameen:
"mama here comes the midnight with the dead moon in its jaws"

warning: introspection may cause wrinkles.  


Anonymous Anonymous said...

i also love late night talks, i agree the first pic is scary, but i enjoyed the poem!  


Blogger s am a r said...

i like the yellow girl picture. it reminded me of a duck. or morton salt. by the way, i decided that im going to become the type of person that makes comments. im not going to live in the shadows anymore. no more.  


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