May 11, 2015

Java journey - stop #3 - Karimunjawa Islands


Geleang island, one of the 27 islands on the Karimunjawa archipelago, north of Java, Indonesia
She sat on the lonely beach
overlooking the open sea
and sometime between the
waves and the gathering dusk
she lets out a sigh, inaudibly.

There is a longing held inside
which suddenly bursts free,
and over the waves it runs amok
and up the 'cemara' tree

And days later when she's leaving
the longing waves goodbye
and now and then comes in her dream
begging to reclaim her life.

Cemara trees on the island of Geleang, Karimunjawa, Indonesia.
Where once lived the nice lady and her son and two wandering girls. 

May 10, 2015

Java Journey - stop #2 - The reality of surreal joys

Kawah Putih, Crater Lake south west of the city of Bandung, West Java, Indonesia

Kawah Putih, was surreal. At first glance you could make out the entire expanse of a lake, but not quite. The highly acidic lake, constantly billowing steam and sulfurous gas.  Also mist flowed in, given that the lake was 2,430m a.s.l. So at a point it was hard to see the lake, but in between strong gusts of wind, you could see the surrounding crater walls blanketed by deep forests, but the trees on the shore bore thin and lifeless. Despite the overpowering smell of sulphur the lake is a beautiful place to stop and catch a breath and let yourself be.

It makes you wonder
all you can be, all the people around
the reflections of you and me.
And the mist renders it unclear
of where the next steps lie
somewhere between faith and knowledge
questioning the ties.


May 9, 2015

Java journey - stop #1 - Tangkuban Perahu

View from the Tangkuban Perahu, a dormant volcano 30 kms north of the city of Bandung, Indonesia

Its always mesmerizing to see the mountains stacked up in layers of differing shades. Somewhat representing the slow unraveling of relationships and people. Kirsten and my journey to the island of Java, Indonesia began with Bandung and Tangkuban Perahu was the first stop.

This is the first time I have witnessed a volcano (albeit a dormant one) at such close quarters. This was the view from the top of the volcano. On the other side the mountains shrouded in mist with a bed of green tea estates at their feet were nothing if not majestic. 

A blip in time

A stream of continuous thoughts
fills the atrium of the mind,
in a blur of emptiness,
somewhere deep inside...

and i managed to stop yours
just in the nick of time,
to hold close and let that
moment stay with me
perhaps for a while...



Jul 11, 2014

Edge of desire



Where will you and I be,
at the edge of desire…
when it fades away
with the last rays of the fading light.
Will the dark draw us closer?
or will we lose our way?
and in its midst will wonder,
if love is all it takes.

May 8, 2014

Places we've left behind

I traced with trembling fingers
the places we've left behind
and closed my eyes to peer
into the archives of my mind. 

There he stood beside me
wondering how much to unfold
in a moment floating on a tear drop
unsure of how close to hold

And in the gathering gloom
the big rain drops quenched
the thirsty green of the hill sides
while we stood steadfastly drenched

The cold winds cut through
drawing us a little closer
just enough to feel your warmth
just enough to feel you deeper. 

Apr 2, 2014

Notes from a road trip: the water


Conversations flow like water
of the vast golden sea at sunset
or perhaps the rippling of a lake at dusk
Purple and pink, as if it blushed.

She must have teased me, for I melted, 
with the thought of someone new
Someone far away and waiting
His thoughts in ebb and flow.


In the calm of those waters we sailed
as the wind carried us afar 
But as the upstream struggle struck
It only began anew
There is hope yet of another sailing
A sail with a different view.

Mar 30, 2014

Notes from a road trip: the earth




The roads around Western Ghats are narrow, usually double lane, with a generous amount of potholes in stretches. That said, it still entices you to take a leap of faith.  In those often deserted roads one witnesses the landscape changing from dense forests to sparser bamboo groves to sometimes vast tracts of paddy fields before finally breaking through these, are the tropical palms and coconut trees closer to the coast.

It was somewhere along these roads that Kirsten introduced me to the OST of Inside Llewyn Davis and especially the song 500 miles sung by Justin Timberlake and Carey Mulligan, soulful and full of a rush of childhood memories beckoning a time altogether elsewhere. 

There are glimpses of the winding road
Children playing along the way
And one among them who smiled the widest
He took my heart away.

The circles drawn in the sand
Etched by the seashells washed ashore
Alongside we painted two little people
To whom a likeness we bore.

And somewhere on that earth
With not a soul around
I think I left a piece of me
Or maybe a bit of me I found.