I sometimes think of discontinuing writing in this journal. Throughout the day, I am running around the office and home organising things, talking to people, attending to guests, looking after the interests of the office, watching over Aasim, feeding him and his father, going here, doing this, looking at that… I just can not sit at one place for long enough to write sensible entries.
\nI reminiscence those carefree days when I had few friends to talk to and all my emotions and feelings I would pour in my diary in the form of poetry. I found that diary today buried deep inside my cupboard.
\nEven when I worked 14 hours a day for Pressman, I had more time at hand. This poem was written on one of those evenings when I was looking at the sun setting in the horizon from the window of my cabin on the 14th floor of my office building. The love of my life was hundreds of miles away and I longed to touch him, hear him, see him… <\/p>\n
Standing
\nnear the window
\nwhenever i peep out
\nand look at the tide
\nreceding and
\nthe waves far away
\nkissing the shore softly
\nI recall
\nour evenings on the beach side
\nwhen we walked
\nhand in hand
\nlooking for the
\nbarnacle colonies
\nover the rocks
\nsearching for the colourful tiny crabs
\nleaving behind
\nour footsteps
\nin the freshly washed sand
\nThe sun,
\nunleashing its
\nevening colours
\nsplashing it across the sky
\ninto our hearts<\/i><\/p>\n
(Written: Feb 12, 1993)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"