Interpreter of Maladies
Sunday, January 21, 2007
GraffitiI wrote this quite some time back. I guess it was a mix of remembering college and the pain of leaving Joka. Or maybe it was just old memories. Dont know what it was but when done, it looked pretty decent. So in total absence of any creative work since a long time, posting this (at least it gives me some time to come up with something originally creative)
LONG LIVE THE GRAFFITI
Even when I am gone away
My shadow lingers to this day
Through this scratching on the wall
I will stay a superstar
In this alley, on this road
Everyone will know my name
Coz’ it’s engraved on the wall
I am still a superstar
Memories, the haunting ones
Are written down on the classroom door
It has my names and those of my friends
Our nicks etched in the panel below
Those friends are spread across seven seas
Yet there was a time when this was our world
It’s to remember that time bygone
And those friends that I could never mourn
Coz’ my soul breathes among these walls
Out here, I am still a superstar
On the crossroad, by the lamp
I met that girl who lived my dream
On the bylane by the sea
She blew me my very first kiss
We wrote our names on the rundown tree
And a heart and an arrow, in between
I forgot her name but the graffiti reminds
Coz’ its still there, a little faded but alive
Memories live through these uneven prints
And the smudged ink from a broken pen
The nicks, the names, the hearts and the games
They all live here through GRAFFITI
