Tuesday, February 28, 2006

The Lost Warrior

The Lost Warrior

It was pink
That day on the horizon
At Nasik
I remember that was the bluest
At thyssenkrupp electrical steel,
I was out,
My assignment MS project server.
I was lost in her thoughts,
That was the only pink skyline I saw,
I sighed
I felt alone
I tried calling
My reliance phone went off the network
I fumbled with it,
Tried calling her
On the display it showed one bar
I knew I was stranded
The only company , my class of 12
Those men, in their forties,
They sat, heard and learnt all I said.
I left on Sunday,
Back to her,
She turned her back ,
Women ,
Well,
But not all are the same,
I called someone,
She called the priest,
Together now,
Inseparable
My heart now under her ownership,
I forget the world,
Lookin in her eyes.

1 comment:

Given To Fly said...

What can I say...
Leaves a lot to be understood;

Understated yet simply complex,
developed yet unconceived,
Wanton, yet controlled,
A thought is becoming a River from a Trickle.

I shall take my time to truly understand. May be one day, when it is raining hard and I am sitting in a cottage, like that day in Malshej, I would understand what is written; & what is hidden.