Four of us were sitting in Hard Rock... thought of doing something interesting... so wrote this chain poem. Somehow reveals our states of mind... even without us knowing it. Interesting
exercise...

1.

aj: once again I am under the spotlight

db: ...and a million miles away...

sd: I am cluless, but i know i belong here...

ab: so many years I've been drifting... and finally here...

aj: my blues forgotten - though i remember the shades

db: ...of an ocean that looks like a thousand diamonds
strung strung out from the land within...

sd: lets be children again lets play with marbles...

ab: ...the sun, the sand, the sea... why do they all seem so new to me?

aj: maybe its supposed to start again with the light at the end of the tunnel - I am coming home

2.

sd: and yet again the strings have started to take charge of me...

ab: different vibrations... each string has its own little story to tell...

aj: ironic - the puppeteer has become a puppet...

db: and the accuser the victim...

sd: but I am still not me..
my "me" is playing hide and seek...

ab: kuchh bhi soch lo...
"soch" nahin yahan...

aj: is baar aandhi mein patte
udte hain ban_ke dhuaan

db: mano is dil ke bikhre katron ke samaan...
dobara jod dete_in hain trahi huye sansar ko...

sd: chalo bikhre tukdon ko dhoondein
par kam roshni hain...
chalo kuchh roshni udhaar maang laate hain...
lamp-post se.......

ab: katron mein shayad na mile vo...
vo jo antaral ke theek pehle...
na jaane kab chala gaya...

aj: kal subah ke akhbaar
ki surkhiyon mein kahin
dhoond lena mujhe!

db: miloo_n nahin to mastak ko

apne ambar ki o_r uthha kar

charchit huye un taaro_n

mein ghule mishran

ki aas mein...

lahu bankar daud raha

hoonga main...

sd: is waqt ko lifafe mein band kar leti kaash...

aur phir kabhi koi yun-hi-sa nam din

aata to u_s lifafe se

ek-aadhi hansi

nikaal leti...

19th/20th jan '08 at Hard Rock, Mumbai...