Souldeep

Telefilms. All those short movies i've watched, esp Malayalam ones

Bits of music i've heard here and there...esp one bit that's been playing in my head at random/dramatic moments, the last ten years.

Old Tamil movies. Eighties through nineties. Magnificently tragic and haunting. Just the way i like it.

Padmarajan movies. Wistfulness.

Ilayaraja's music. Before Rehman, there was Ilayaraja. He still is God for some.

Tagore's poems. Won't explain. Can't.

Random lines by Rilke, Anais, Hafiz.

Some blogs. People i know, people i think i know, people i just don't know.

And yes, the story in me that hasn't yet found a voice. The very one that breaks into song when i see rainclouds, or a patch of green.

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Prayer for an Absconding Soul!

My days are listless, my nights starless
My dreams brim with loneliness
My God has left her pedestal
She roams the fiery streets of Hell
Her anklets clamor in the crowd
And in the mirthless silence, I sense it loud
My palms are numb, my breath shallow
And as I wander the paths narrow
I seek a soul that has no voice
I seek a soul that's lost to vice
In Hell's dim lanes
I know I stand free of life's chains
And in my private hell
I send up a prayer
For an absconding soul
That has taken my perfidies so well
I bleed, I cry, I rise
As a phoenix from the ashes
My eyes flutter open and I see
My God, she's smiling at me
My soul's back from Hell,
back where it should be!