Thursday, March 22, 2007

On the way

Silence…
Noise…
You know when to stop
You don’t know how

Time stretches…
Stretching you with it
You know the direction is right
You don’t know if the road is

Life stands still
Life changes rapidly
You know someone’s with you
You don’t know if they should be

Green expanses
Black patches
You know you want a colour
You don’t know which

Music…
Dance…
You know you have the rhythm
You don’t know for what

Breathing
Panting
You know you can be calm
You don’t know if you should

Leaving you alone
Being with you
Waiting for you
Watching you from a distance
Dreaming of you
Thinking for you

Your kindness is strange
It strangely hurts
Calming me
Helping me move on
The memory remains
That doesn’t hurt
Thank you!
Who I am, that I am sure of now
Where I am headed to, I don’t want to be sure of

Thursday, November 30, 2006

Solitude

Some things are to be shared
a few to be shelved
closeted and cached
for another day, another moment

Treasures for others to seek
and for you to enjoy
in moments of solitude
to keep you company

To remind you of the joys
the sorrows, the excitement
the desires and adventures,
for you alone. For, solitude
would be very dangerous
without these...

Monday, November 13, 2006

What a weekend!

A quiet weekend in Coonoor at a friend's place, complete with lazing, enjoying the cold weather, the hills, the breath-taking view, reading, introspecting, conversations, a movie, playing with Vedha and meeting a new person! I feel rejuvenated and raring to go once more...

I read the Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway. Started Leviathan by Paul Auster. Two different styles of writing but both un-put-downable books.

I saw a Telugu movie which took me completely by surprise in its simplicity in terms of acting. Nice concept and the right amount of entertainment (barring one song which the movie could have done without)

Had a nice long conversation, spanning different topics with my friend... leading to introspection which I truly enjoy.

Went around with Vedha collecting flowers, which I am hoping to convert into an art project for her at home. We reached out and touched the clouds that came right into the house.

And finally met a lovely person, so warm and easy to connect with...

Sigh! More such time for myself!! :)

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

For you my baby…

For you my baby…
I will do anything
I will laugh with you
I will cry with you
I will talk to you
I will listen to you

I will tell you stories
Of adventure, of sorrow,
Of love, of loss,
Of challenges, of triumphs,
Of fun, of melancholy,
Of joys, of defeats,
Of life, of existence,
Of living, of death,
Of forests, of wars,
And of everything I know,
And everything I learn.

I will play with you
I will jump with you
I will sing with you

I will listen to your stories
Of adventure, of sorrow,
Of love, of loss,
Of challenges, of triumphs,
Of fun, of melancholy,
Of joys, of defeats,
Of life, of existence,
Of living, of death,
Of forests, of wars,
And of everything you know,
And everything you learn.

But I will never live my life
Unhappily and half-heartedly

Because that my baby
Will never make you
As strong, as compassionate,
As loving, as smart,
As clever, as soft,
As mature, as childish,
As hearty, as creative,
As self-respecting, as quiet,
And much more
As you want to be!

Written on 13/10/2006 at1:45 AM

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Just a poem I wrote...

Written on Earth
For those beyond
The smiles and the tears;
The laughter and the sobs
There is no dearth
Of these - here on Earth.
The stories and the songs
The crowds and the loneliness
Everyone gets them
Not enough though
For each one longs
For some more
Every day, a little more.
Content for a moment
Less satisfied the next
For then we think
Of those beyond
Do you ever get enough?
Forever and more?
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