Sunday, June 13, 2010

the sound of I

I am the sound of... 
tapping fingers on a keyboard,
baby's babble in its sleep,
foot steps of high heeled shoes,
a glass bangle twirling on a concrete floor,
mom's anklet filling my home,
a cd player when it ejects the cd,
an alarm clock on snooze
flipping pages 
leaking tap that wakes you up 
clipping nails
fluttering eye lashes
thunder amidst rain
changing signals at train crossings
hot cuppa chai being poured into a cup
a child learning to blow whistle for the first time
a lisp
a stammer 
a stutter
smacking lips
kissing lips
glass panes being cleaned
a dive in a pool
a pin drop
sound of om
the deep  voice of sri in my ears
thanpura
sa pa sa
dosa on a frying pan
mustard seeds in hot oil
a breaking dawn
snow fall
lullaby
the strings of a veena
raaga lavangi
disconnected phone call
a hot shower
a ballerinas' jump
the waves of an ocean
stone thrown into a pond
fountains
chocolate wrappers
aalap on the flute 
coins and keys in the pocket
sparks in a camp fire
bullock carts on muddy roads
my fathers' ' I told you so '
he he , lol and :D
phone call during a play that is not  switched off
whispering dreams
knuckles hit by glass rod by teachers in schools
out-of-tune school assemblies
a recorded voice saying "the number you are trying to call is busy , please try again later"
the screams in my head
footwork in bhartnatyam
mishra chaapu thaala on a singers' palm
short circuit
tube light being lit
locks being unlocked
flipping pages of an old photograph
nasal chants of purohits during homas
the phone that never  rang
the message that you never received
unspoken word
silence
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