Saturday, May 12, 2007

a tribute


i sip another..yet another dash of lemonade
in the scorching sun melting the walls of my home
listening to the most melodious tunes
the headsets bring me cool bliss
and oh, the newly fit ac is running well too..
and as im so busy, catching up with all the action
ive been missing for the past sem,
the 5-second gap tween the music tracks brought me back to reality
to the world around me..in my very home..'house', that is..
for it's being 'refurnished'...a facelift it had always deserved.
what occured to me was not the will to wait for the next song to come,
but the rhythm of the carpenter's saw grating its way over the plywood.
he's been there..a howard roark of a sort, working with what the world treats him best at..
since morning, this summer day..hands moulded themselves
to hold the tape with such precision..an engineer??
nay, just another man of labour..but what makes him so perfect??
i am sure that the best of the well paid iitians
cannot use fevicol for the decolum with such accuracy..not a drop wasted..
not a minute taken to rest.
bending and mending, he works his way,
as in no time, he builds a marvel in wood.
..a marvel without which the 'house' would remain one,
and not a 'home'..a place with cherished mementos shelved..

it's then, that i realise
that though he doesnt see life as i do-
-no books, eat streets, computers in his world-
it is me, who is inferior, to this creator
who builds what matters a lot to us..
who helps build the soul of the place i live,
to help build his life..

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