Tuesday, November 16, 2010

The party

Long tendrils of hair,
matted and knotted
Long locks of smoke,
joints and cigarettes
Plumes of music going up in the air
The beat of drums, the clapping
of  hands and the beat of hearts,
The clapping of all else that
goes on and around...
Sweating, dancing, humming
The flow of waves, the sway of palms...
The flow of breath, the sway of arms...
The flow of life, the sway of dance...

Kuddle Beach, India.
February 2010

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

I miss...

I miss seeing my toes everyday,
I miss having a sandal tan-line on my dusty feet,
I miss my Indian silver anklet and
its silvery bells sounds when I walk...
I miss my colorful Ali-Baba pants,
I miss wearing a rainbow of a shawl everywhere,
I miss my dirty heavy backpack and
its dozen international flags...
I miss my long hennaed hair,
I miss having a bindi for a Third Eye, 
I miss my free traveling self and
its unburdened and easy friendliness...
I miss my best friend around 24/7,
I miss the long days of just being,
I miss the adventure and the unknown,
I miss the joyous wandering and  
its endless possibilities...