Thursday, February 28, 2008

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

i, me and the peachy-red nailpaint. (a post for my girls-J's of my life)

i missed you so much, i put all that nailpaint, jappu.
and i did call you to tell you that, didnt i?
i put all that gloss, even though i had no where to go.
I'm wondering how jazz is, her red sweater makes me feel so warm. :P


the liquid shine lip gloss that was the start of the most amazing night ever!!:P
jazz get well soon, i love you, miss you.

Saturday, February 23, 2008

photographs and memories

I can stare at your pictures for hours. And I can’t still understand you- the smallest, tiniest thing about you is a mystery. Unfortunately, it’s simply a mystery to me. If you love something, even a thing, you feel its every contour, open it out, explore every inch of it and try to remember every crack- or how the light glides off its surface. To everyone else, it’s just a phone or may be just a car- but to you- that would be something so important- every memory attached to that object would replay every time you think about it.

So I look at you some more. All I have are photographs and memories. I know I’m looking at the picture of a guy, who- like so many guys- is just another guy in reality but I put him up on a cloud in my mind, so high- that he’s looking down at us all while we look up.

It’s like somebody very intelligent once told me. “It’s never a cloud that comes in front of the sun, but a cloud in front of our eye.”

To me, your every look has a meaning. Are you looking into the camera? Having a good time with friends? Were you thinking of me during this time?

Through the blur of tears in my eyes I see..you are wearing the t-shirt I gifted you.

-Push

*****

Sept, 2006

The Open Window

The Open Window

I let my life slip by

Through the open window

The one that didn’t catch my eye


Somewhere inside of me

I knew it was there

But even in my wildest dream

I never thought it would cause me such despair



I hunt for my dreams

Though they are broken

I hunt for words

I should have spoken


I let it all slip by

Through the window that didn’t catch my eye

The one I took for granted

And let my life slip past it.


Pushpanjali Banerji

June, 2000

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Another Lonely Blue Day.

Empty chairs.

Lonely Blue Days.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday....Sunday...they're all the same.

I took that picture at an absurd angle. Looks like a marble slab.

Monday, February 4, 2008