..........

suddenly feel like i want to hold dad's finger and walk down the beach with the waves touching up our feet and the sun setting at the horizon...not looking at the sun... just walking and letting it be visible from the corner of the eye...

pink of health???
:(
no!

hearing you

i maybe drunk,
i maybe high,
i maybe lost,
tired enough to die...
but listening to your voice,
takes it all away,
all the high is gone.

its a different kick,
its a different feel,
when the tears roll down the cheeks,
though its not that big a deal.

cant explain the pain,
maybe theres none,
just a gentle reminder,
that how much ever i loved it,
its is actually over and done!


(from old blog)

YOU

are to me...
like the sound of distant music,
like the ruffle of wrapping paper,
like the mischief in the corner of the eye glance,
like the smell of moist soil after the first drizzle,
like the gleam of the mist on fresh green grass,
like the skipped heartbeat when surprised,
like the chill down the spin when there is breath on the neck,
like the sea water gently beating on the rocks,
like the whistle of the windstorm through a crack in the window,
like the grey in the sky just before dawn,
like the reflection of moonlight on water,
like the tinge of orange in a yellow flower...
the unconscious or the faraway or the unnoticed or the mystery or the not understood...
but still there,
to bring in that faint instinctive smile

(from old blog)

dont

so you wanna be my messenger?
you wanna help?
walk across the desert...
onto the side
people think is better than mine.
what do you wanna carry?
all the love?
or all the hatred?
why?
why do you wish to go where you cant?
why do you offer to carry a weight you cannot?

(from old blog)

?

the little pretty bird on the window pane,
comes chirps,makes me smile,
want him to stay longer..
so i could just sit and stare,
listen to him and see the pretty colors.
like a pretty dream,
but all pretty never lasts.
the birdie has a nest to keep,
and will not stay by me forever.
flies off.
i put the bread crumbs along the window sill,
hoping it'll attract him to come again.
just for a lil while.
there are times when he comes (and i smile again)and others when he does not and the crumbs dry up(and i decide i wont wait longer{only to wait more}).
wait...
wait for the birdie to come.
to make me smile..
how long is this going to last?
why am i giving him my food?
why do i want him arnd?
why am i ready to spend my time just to keep looking at him?
why should the bird keep coming at my window?
is it just for the bread crumbs?

thank you

i walk out of the house today to get to work,did not feel too good in the morning as i'm not keeping very well and all i've been doing at home is sleeping.was not in the best of moods...
walk into the basement, the two old men are exchanging their shifts(watchmen of the building) they look at me and one abruptly stops the conversation they're having and starts moving. the other tries to tell me somthing i dont understand. the first one without stopping his motion exclaims to him tht i dont understand kanada. i'm a little lost and try to fingure wht the old man might have wanted to say to me early in the morning.
and suddenly i see him walking towards me with this big bright red envelop.i dont even remember the thought that came into my mind but i know that that very instant i was grinning.took it, opened it. a pretty diwali greeting with a beautiful post card form one of the locations this friend had travelled. it was lovely. a very sweet greeting with handwritten notes.almost felt as if i could hear him talk to me. :)
it did make my day! and am all smiles ever since.
(have got a such greetings in the last few days and the very fact that someone's thght of you inspite of them being with their loved ones in the midst of all the festivities means a lot. yes they've all made me feel loved. thank them all :) )
no it does not have to be grand,
it does not have to be your sweetheart,
its does not have to be expensive,
its just one hand written note,
saying that you are remembered,
a friend who's cherished.
makes you feel, its a beautiful world.

its here when you are not

music...
its the solution,
its the mood,
its the pulse,
its freedom,
its expression,
its love,
its passion!

its life afterall :)



(from old blog)

during one boring session at work...

was starving during this session and as visible was throughly bored........ so...

( a lil over a month back)

tester

hoping to get time to write here.....well a start it is..