Good Dancers by Sleepy Jacksons in the background..
hey you..
do you remember?
the soft sultry warm air of negombo..
the coarse sand under the feet, the blue sea.. salty tang mixed with fish market odor in the air..
tall lean coconut trees... the breeze....
the quaint old houses.. strange forms they called modern..
haywire wires crossing the blue sky..
the busy narrow winding streets.. the people!! vivid colours.. noises..
you pulling me back! watch out you said..
the rush of people.. men holding hands...
kerosene lamps of mango men.. black sea in the night.. sea of people filling the galle front..
snaking our way through the market.. looking for sandals you said..
tuktuks rushing around... shouts of vendors..
the streets of colombo...
all the way to galle....
big barren hall..long tables.. ladden with food..
stringy white coconut cakes.. curries.. spicy spicy curries.. thick dahl.. bananas.. ananas...
sitting on the floor...
linking together with a string of white..
you refused.
the evening grew quiet.. the bus took too long you said.. let's walk!
where to?
dinner.. that little restaurant somewhere there.. let's walk.
long dark road.. where to?
men on the streets.. night markets.. food vendors with kerosene lamps... we had our doubts..
we talked..
why? did you refuse? i wondered..
guilt you said.
it's just a gesture! does not mean anything if in your heart it does not!
still....
nevermind...
you told me your stories.. i made up my mind then..
i cannot..
you will find someone you said.
the road long and dark.. in a strange world..
i had you then. it was ok.
you were gone
a letter came..
it's from her.
i could've thrown it away!
i put it on your pillow instead...
....
the path was steep.. the morning cold..
my legs heavy as lead..
you ran ahead.
a sliver of gold.. revealing cold blue peaks above the misty white..
nirvana?
you went ahead..
beyond my reach...
hey you..
how're ya doin' mate?
good i hope..
you liked them.
"Don't always dream for what you want
But i love to watch good dancers talk
(When you think with your mind you've got a place to go now)
My heart is stronger than you all
(When you think with your mind you've got a place to go now)
But i love to watch good dancers talk
(When you think with your mind you've got a place to go now)
Don't always dream for what you want
But i love to watch good dancers talk
(When you think with your mind you've got a place to go now)
My heart is stronger than you all
(When you think with your mind you've got a place to go now)
But i love to watch good dancers talk
(When you think with your mind you've got a place to go now)
.............."
~Good dancer, Sleepy Jacksons
staring at the ceiling..
just reminiscing...
of the past long gone.. like the burnt wick of the candle of time..
Good dancers by the Sleepy Jacksons in the background...