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Strange... the ways of wisdom...!

2011-05-29T21:59:00.002+05:30

Strange. 3 full years after I start this blog, I actually post on wisdom. A minute on why it was called wisdom tooth convention-the thought process then was that all wisdom in the world is conventional, and subjective just like a metaphorical wisdom tooth and coming of age. And this blog was supposed to house my 2-cents.
Today’s topic is a little different, today as I sit on lazy Sunday afternoon and wonder what wisdom is all about it comes a little clear to be- though all- “All Clear Idea bulbs” are generally bored-in-between-mundane-tasks-musings. Coming back to the All-clear about what wisdom is all about.
A step back. What makes any day or for that matter any minute more interesting to an average non-nirvanized human mind is hope- materialistic, altruistic, self actualistic but essentially hope which is pinned on self ability to convert those dreams into realities. And then comes enthusiasm, panache, self confidence and eventually the act of enjoying the means to the end, when essentially it is all keeping the end in view. Every human being is subject to this in his or her relevant level of mundanity and modesty.
Well then there is arrogance. When this faith on convertion ability of the mundane to the venusified -hope is heightened to imagination. The +ve side is it helps one actually attain the level imagined otherwise not possible by plain ability. The –ve side, one finds solace in a mid-way hallucinatory stage where one is content imagining a state similar to salvation.
The third is realization. There are some things you can NEVER get or change. Rather things which are beyond your control and you have to live with. Most +ve minded ambitious thinkers refuse to accept defeat. Lance Armstrong believed he wouldn’t succumb to cancer and make a sports career and he did. Heck! He even had a baby and found the love of his life- all while recuperating… But some you have to. Like that entrance exam you missed-its over you will not get that college maybe a better one next. Like maybe that girl- not possible but maybe a next. Like you spent all you life perfectizing yourself- beating fate black and blue and derived self-mangamimizing pleasure- sheer sense of victory- the right, grades, the right job, the right-screw-your-peers-ha-ha-I-am-always-ahead snigger, the perfect spouse, the perfect house and then bang you have an incurable disease. Or you lose hair!! (:D)… then well you look at god… you live with it.. find a work around and you are again back to a) Lance-Armstronging 2) hallucinating c) compromising!!!
Bingo now what is actually adjusting or compromising is such an interesting case for a subjective perspective-esp on sensitive and nerve-upping topics.
There is a ruefull compromise and there is a happy one. I know millions who did both. Particularly of yester years when ah-well you see it looked like there was no way out and they compromised- and are genuinely CONTENT if you may say so and HAPPY. But where do we draw the line? If lance Armstrong had thought he had a wonderful mother and a beautiful wife and life gave him so much, he just survived from cancer and what the hell he had a life!!- he would probably have been appreciated and adulated in a house warming party, grandkids would have written about him in a diary or blogs- my grandpa great guy and bloop- he is dead one day. Yeah no doubt he would have been happy. There are of course so many who give up slaving away 18 hours a day on a cycle to be a world champion and rather live a –“quality Life”. That. And then there are others who probably don’t adhere to common wisdom.
And there comes the question of what then is wisdom? What the elders of my family have bestowed upon me is- mellowing down, reacting to situations with “maturity”, accepting that fate and higher authorities exist above you and succumbing to them.
And then why is anything un-conventional so challenged? And then is it rash and not wise? If you have an uncrushable- questioning, maverick spirit but in shorts no SPIRIT- no “balls” to actually substantiate that spirit? Then you probably are a hallucinatory. One the edge. Aspirational to adhere to conventional wisdom ‘cause you think it gives you the low profile dramatic enough to enhance you hallucinations- ‘cause you imagine yourself rising one day from the –dregs and flying high-Lance Armstronging to be precise.
Well go hunt for your spirit then- very difficult, you probably would have fortified and shackled it around your own will to conventionalism and your own rebelliousness against it.
Well then you are category 2- very happy within the hallucinations but when real life seeps in through cracks and crashes down on you then you had wished you would have secured your spirit or your wisdom. Stop lashing about!!

Find.. Search... Grapple... Grope.. oh.. so desperate!

2011-03-27T11:41:00.001+05:30

I am my own enemy
I am no friend
The clouted mess in my mind
Speeing into the heart
Like there was one ever, maybe long back
I am solid rock- emotionless and cold
I am a thin wispy wild vapour- unconstrained, uncontrolled
What it seems right now was wrong then
but then now what seems wrong
couldn't have been right anyway
I have everything
and also had it
but then nothing
what is the true spirt
and why is it so elusive
where can I find it
I know its with me
But them I am my own enemy

Nigh!!

2010-03-18T22:09:00.001+05:30

I know not where I am going nigh
I was cold then and now on a high
Tide and tusk now and then
Free skies retreating dens
Canopied yes.. All smiles
Wistful frown.. Mirthful pries
Careless flicks.. Onward fries
Know not the dragon flies
Flashing for this gleeful child
Such weird are the mysteries wild
And wild they are and so am I
I know not where I am going nigh

Pangs

2009-09-17T00:39:00.000+05:30

It stretches longer and longer
Like a straining chewing gum
It doesn't thin out
It doesn't snap
Is it an umbical cord?
Bonding longing or binding fetters
Its more than that
Wish I could tell
Wish I could explain
The meandering blood rushing under the skin
Heart slowly stretching apart
There no pain
No sadness
No nostalgia
It is just when
I close my eyes I can relive
The place
The people
The time
The moment
I sigh….
I am happy
It is a lone belonging
Where is the pack?
To live through
Those
Nightly sudden
Spurts of pangs
and then the heart pines
for them
and only them
which brings back
the moment
the place
and then i long
like this to forever belong
this time
I sigh again.......

TRUISMS

2009-06-18T14:03:00.006+05:30

Everyday common wisdom.

With due respect to Voltaire

(ref to the uninformed:
http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/v/voltaire106180.html)

The conventional wisdom popping in from the most unexpected sources and sometimes gyan sessions too. Watch out I may clash with Murphy and mostly "Tips to help you lead Life" :D(Gosh!!....) Comments invited!!

1) Any average earring is actually good enough to go out. Trust me… courtesy: Shilpi, roomie@ ECC, Infy Blore .

2) An MBA is a radioactive element. Do something decent before your next halflife… Courtesy @ Session during in Infy induction.

3) Your NPV is the highest straight out of college. Figure out ways to keep shooting it up or accepting the decadence! … courtesy @ Session during in Infy induction.

4) Try to make "home" where ever u stay… courtesy@ jags in a reply to the post “zindagi na milegi dobara”

(on http://wisdomtoothconvention.blogspot.com/2009/06/zindagi-milegi-na-dobara.html)

5) Sandal determination quotient: If it is comfortable then it ain’t good-looking by default. The comfort of a sandal is inversely proportional to its chic factor. … courtesy@rasika, sp jain classmate

Scary... huh?

2009-06-18T13:16:00.001+05:30

The Cold.
Biting, indifferent indiffident cold
Gnawing away .. better still
Hung around like mist and
Settling down is the kill
The kind which makes
You shrug away breeze and rain
Not appreciate happiness
Nor pain
The one which robs the passion off you
Makes you cynic
Forever exclaiming “what’s new”
Makes you blind to little wonders
Apathetic still to raging thunders
Sparks of momentary vibe
Pushed to a corner, buried inside
Try hard to dig, grope and clasp
Hurls up like the sting of a wasp
Ouch!
It’s a burn which should draw blood.
Instead I call it a prick like I care
I look at the hurt stand and stare
No I am not a dead duck
But a dormanting volcano
Scary….
Whichever way…
Either erupt or dead.
Where is the life?

Zindagi milegi na dobara!

2009-06-12T19:48:00.001+05:30

8.30 am 10th June, 09

I hum the tunes of rock on along. This is a song which has been in my mind for the good part of the last few months. One while we were at the fag end of leaving college and during the vacation when every one of my friends were joining different companies one by one. Was the wonderful little life we had built around the friends and affiliated dreams falling apart? Would we join a big MNC like everyone usually does and become a rat in while. How different in life gonna be?
I am tormented by these questions every reasonably alternate (which means once in 3 days :D) morning. I get up think of what’s planned for the day and get this blank wall hitting me head long… (contd)

3.00 am 12th June, 09

(contd)

My heart pines for “Home” and by home in this context I mean back to SP Jain days. What was so enticing and riveting I ask? The friends? The freedom? I guess I know the answer today.
The anticipation. Constraint less utopic anticipation. A firm belief that there was as much to gather as one could spread apart. A direct proportionality to the chased dreams and the plethora of opportunities. Its like dope shots! We all have moments of excitement and compelling dreams in every career amidst the unavoidable monotonicity. What then made SP so different at least to me….
Friends definitely. Friends for life, ones who literally live-in with u, effortless, undefined, unchallenged, non-proof required, latency ingrained friends!
Personal space. Non-transgressed. Universally sought after, silently acknowledged, non-hovered ever but always just around the corner when required personal space. Space to breathe and be alone, but never lonely. Accompanied by a set of individuals of lubricated frictional boundaries :D.
The pure love for the being of it. Love for every bit of the life in spite of being even totally friendless for a few months.
Love why? Did the ecosystem address every survival need? The intangible survival need. A bestowed importance serving the ego. Period. A scope to translate performance into immediate reward, a window to the sought after world, on a hyped platform.
How many of us get ALL of these in our jobs next? Is it really possible to replicate this once again, reconstruct a system?
For that matter not job, even the family and social circle. Does life necessarily have to change….
Trying to figure out!!

Lack Lovester...

2008-09-06T13:32:00.001+05:30

People generally suffer from lack of love and then they suffer from too much of it. Sometimes there is none from anyone you know .. one of those days u spend lying flat on the beach counting stars and telling yourself tales "we come alone and go alone" fundas...

And then there are those days when your loved ones are in pain and so are you, more so when you are the perpetrator of it if not the cause of it. How do you end up becoming the aggravator? Well too much of love.. you either don't deliver the expectations or end up triggering perplexingly pain causing statements in your desperate attempt to ease the situation. In either case they get hurt 'cause they love you. The more they love the more they are hurt. The more they are hurt the more you are hurt. The more desperate you get to do something nice, you end up hastening and worsening things without giving enough space for the storm to settle down. After all how can you imagine leaving your loved ones alone when they are hurt? Not even when your presence is of no help? Not when your absence can better things? Not when you need let go of the selfish inclination to cling on even when you are of no use then and there but just to watch them battling personal wars? And to stay and trespass their personal space?

Well it is but too much of love. Harmful? Yes… there is plenty of love you are craving for but then would you want to derive the satisfaction of its presence from someone's pain? Pain which is caused because u hurt them and u hurt them because you love them and they got hurt in the first place because they love you.. who is happy eventually?

To much love and associated expectations, even more associated desperate endeavours to over -deliver expectations and make up things.. to give unlimitedly whether or not they require it.. whether or not it chokes them or stifles them and then expect in return? One person is bad enough and if it is multiple demands, multiple people and competing grid of expectations versus deliverables mapping? Are you capable of managing yourself and then don't you end up expecting with one person and delivering with another? I guess it is because eventually I guess we are all selfish human beings and look for zero sum game. You get from someone.. You give elsewhere. Maybe you take the one swho are giving for granted and start wanting the same from someone who is giving lesser. Maybe we actually compare or maybe we’re just pampered. Soemtime we give love someone more than they are capable of giving us so we go ask more elsewhere. We are not capable of managing our individual relationships perfectly. We can work to optimise the grid of expectations and deliverable but that is for self gratification not for our loved ones. Face it you are human!

And there is love anyways. And of course the associated pain but isn't the pain because of love.. so at least love is there.. but then.. (see there I go again!)

I am a Traveller

2008-08-22T02:46:00.000+05:30

Brown white and purple grey
So many shades unfolding fray
One minute they sink beneath my feet
The very next the imprint leaves the sheath
Warm gentle waves lapping fresh
Cold ruthless ones brushing abreast
Flashing images buried in sand
Sparlking promises beackoning to fairytale land
A minute I stop for the scurrying crab
And then its gets lost in the purple scab
Am I a traveller chasing conch shells
So many colors casting spells
Some brittle some so very hollow
But none close to the promising hallow
Yet others have the treasure buried inside
It glimmers and vanishes like a fairy bride
Shiny bits stuck in the nails
Dewey bits in the feet weaving tales
How many more hues to see
How many more beach sprees
I lift my gaze to feel the horizon
The rocky daze stretches afar
I shift my gaze back to the sand
Colors unfolding imagination par
I am a traveller with many more sands to go
I sink my feet and let the waves flow
This the moment this is the stride
I know not the shells I seek
I know not what is inside
Dusk to dawn my journey holds
Many rock to sands have I to mould
Lend one more hue to add as I go
I will never stop my journey
I have no one to endow
I revel in this solitude
I cherish in the unfolding purple
The sparkles still lead me
The crabs hold me a while
I am traveller of the moment
Seeking happiness along the miles

Grate Expectations

2008-06-09T15:44:00.006+05:30

This is my first prose post inspired by http://explearning.blogspot.com/2008/02/misunderstandings-bane.html
Misunderstandings a Bane!... Worth giving a thought to. However, it all stems from expectations. Expectations demand. Expectations set the standards of our normal compromisable dimensions as well our feel-good-factors to a hallow level. Unrealistic & Unattainable or Indispensable? I really cannot comment. 'Cause It is again a function of perception. There are times we choose to stick to the latter i.e the indispensable factor and there are times when we step down from the unrealistic factor and thus follow the former.

But expectations force us to assume , draw subjective analogies and arrive at conclusions which betray the expectations. We fret and brood and raise the bars of expectations even higher when we should have actually done the contrary. Either of the cases leads to either an alleviation of the situation or an aggravation; everything to do primarily in the fantasy-assumptions creator’s unfortunately every single one of us) mind. Fantasy-assumptions creator’s (unfortunately every single one of us) mind. Here is where it gets funny. If it gets better, one realises that what he or she is demanding/expecting is unrealistic and decides to step down then again there is a new set assumptions. Assumptions which contradict the previously "in-a-fit-of-anger-to-prove-the counter-party's-mistake" wrongly self figmented assumptions. Ironically both though wholly contrasting are created to temporality satisfy oneself. If the situations gets worse i.e when
the person decides not to step down and stick to "I cannot do without it.. It is indispensable" stand, then fresh assumptions to enhance the expanding mirage are created. It is self fed by budding masochism.

Where does this stop? Where are we all leading to? Can we fall out of this loop of entangled ego and insensible hallucinations? Unfortunately every one of us who does this knows the facts in the situations only too well but we undergo this ridiculous exercise to not have to admit the facts which we eventually have to . Why then expectations? But then don't we all get into this infinite loop... Every time someone does not deliver it the way we expect we tell ourselves not to expect and that it is so much sweeter when we don't expect and it chances upon us. Well I say this where starts all the trouble.. Happiness confereed upon us when we least expect just makes us anticipate so much more... I wonder where then the balance rests!

Distant

2008-05-30T12:54:00.003+05:30

One of the best ever... due to be posted for a very long time... I refarin to say anything more lest I ruin the sanctity of the innocently reverent... Here's to the child within us :)....!!

I saw a butterfly in a distant land
Splashing and splurging colours of sand
Didn’t prick me as yet
But more than tingling could it get
I ran, I skipped, I stumbled, I strayed
I dreamt, I bruised, I revelled, I frayed
Chased and ran like a little child
Bedazzled, entwined, enticed and wild
By the distant dream, a little wish
To hold the butterfly in my hands
Marvel at the innocent desire
Flutter in mirth, skip in glee
My little world is all about the butterfly and me
And then the little one shed its wings
The colour faded I saw the stings
I saw my tiny dream crumbling and slipping
First to sand, then to water and then to nothing
Nothing at the face of it, it was
Nothing it had ever been, Alas
Then came my little dove
Ever sombre and sweet
Glum over my sad little tale
It listened, it brooded, it sang me
The melody sweet and pale
And then it left
Asking me to fight my loss alone
Nothing it did but everything it did
Only coz it was there
I once again ran away picking flowers
In gurgling streams
Never again looking at a butterfly
But wistful that
A little one I own
I grew up, I left the valleys
I came to the big mad town
Where everyone screamed and shouted
Everyone had a pet of their own
But now I was a big girl, I laughed
I danced, I smiled and I played
I explored, I delved, I learnt, I lived
And then one day I closed my eyes
I saw my dove and I realised
I saw how it has always been there
When I had been running after nothingness everywhere
There from dawn to dusk in my childish pranks
In the stream, the sunset, the valley’s flanks
The only thing that had been there
Forever in the bright inviting nothingness everywhere
Did it hide?
No I was Blind!
It is still there, always there
But not there Coz I let a bit of nothingness creep in
Hovering, meandering, crawling in
My little dove pure and innocent
As a child I always wanted you
I know its gone
I know its there
The child in me is struggling for some air
Can she have it?

Spurts

2008-04-24T16:06:00.001+05:30

No I know why I named it that way.... Read On!!

Solitary slumber smile
Running rail tracks expanding every mile
Oh.. those quiet evenings by the fireplace
Rainy days, steamy coffee daze
Rippling waves through hair
Turning pages.. the scenic stare
Chilling stings through the jacket warm
Fingering souvenirs latent storm
Music notes that jump out
The skin pricks, the clout
Scurrying airport lobby
The cuddled corner table
Snapshots from the story book
Or an incomplete fable

With you...

2008-04-03T06:11:00.004+05:30

Yo... I am not kiddin'... It is indeed 6.15 a.m and I haven't slept a wink... and here I present the attested and validated proof supporting the inertia of my impulsive insanity and love....

Love so wild
That it drops in from the lamp
Love such a bubble
Glassy colors shining a vamp
Love such a rythm
Dancing every tune upto it
Love that jerk
Hiccups cook up every minute
Love that pranks
Love that freaks
Timeless and insane
Movie geeks
Love thats the wispy cloud
Beserk like the sine wave
Love that blurts aloud
Laughter sparkling rave
Love it is
Love that I miss
Love thats whacky
A flicker it stays and then its gone
Love that lingers
More than every moment that passes on

If You get every word of What I wrote... Get back to me :) I might want to go out with You( Only Guys Apply Plz...)

My World... The Valentine Day flick of a sustainably (so far...) single girl!

2008-02-14T12:45:00.002+05:30

To all ladies out there...

Everyone of us has a little girl within us, carefree, giggly, gossipy, excited, dreamy and freaky. The part of us which longs for chocolates and stores every wrapper, which stops by an Archies Gallery everytime we see a pink teddy, which cherishes roses and loves going to be bed dreaming about Tom Cruise!
A part of us who has those momentary crushes, one which knows just to love and to go crazy over fantasies in a simple dance of joy.. of pure ecstacy. No expectations, no identity.. just me and my dream-world... the girl's world!
This poem is a dedication that part of us... :)

Into ecstasy

The sky is darkening, fog creeps in

Floating like an angel with transparent wings,

Strewn like sparkles every now and then,

Lightning reveals glimpses of nature, hidden

The first drop of rain touches my skin

I startle, I shiver, the music is in

I dance, I sway, drenched to the skin

The rain is in tune

So are the thundering clouds

Drops are gushing out aloud

My senses tickle, I turn around.

Emerging from the fog silvery blue

Is my sweetheart, the awesome you.

The rain is hypnotizing; more so are your eyes

Straight to the heart is your bewitching smile

Suddenly, colors flaunt

And spring up alive.

Like pearls tumbled all at once,

Raindrops embrace me all at once.

Spray on my face, dripping hair

Like fireflies on drops of dew,

The chill, the daze

Its fresh, its new.

Shivering, tingling, sweeping

Into fantasy

I am lost into the heights of ecstasy

Color rushes into my cheeks;

I pull my gaze away,

Away from the magical exuberance

Holding me to him;

Lashes lowered, I smile for nothing

Gosh! I am bashful, I am shy,

I am blushing!

It’s embarrassing but sweet;

I like the feel, I like the heat.

I want to see you,

But I can’t

I know your seeing me,

But I don’t

I want you to come to me,

But you won’t

Ask you darling why so apart?

Why is it, you stole my heart?

Darling, I don’t know who you are,

Nothing about you.

But you touched my heart

And pulled the strings,

My heart is soaring mounted on silver wings.

I can feel you, experience the ‘you’

Your tender heart and majestic presence,

Those enchanting eyes rare and few.

You make me feel beautiful

You’ve roused many dreams;

It’s a womanly experience

I feel so complete.

Take me to the stars

Sweep me off my feet

Coz you’re my man

And I, your queen.

The moment is on, so is the rain

Excitement is building up tingling my veins.

The dripping clouds, the dripping plants

My dripping face, my dripping hair

Everything’s so fresh and chill;

Music is on, Magic is in

I am dancing in the rain,

Drenched to the skin.

Dancing with nature, Swaying in delight,

Jumping in mirth,Soaring like a kite

Swept off this world;

Dancing into fantasy

Dancing into pure ecstasy…

Happy Valentine's Day

2008-02-14T12:41:00.000+05:30

My bit for the momentous day...

There is only kind of love... Blind Love... Others, are mere pretensions :)

Life Lines eh?

2008-02-10T01:32:00.000+05:30

These are not my lines but I really really love them :).. Coz I think all of us grow up with these lines. Everyone of us must be having atleast one friend whom we would associate these lines with... Lets see whom you associate them with!

Aimless Walks...

Endless Talks...

Impossible Dreams...

If I were to Imagine

A life without all these

And You

There would be

Nothing left to Imagine... :)

Lurking Shadows...

2008-02-07T14:25:00.000+05:30

Few things in life have a lasting effect and fewer still touch our heart. But there was someone whose life gave me a glimpse of the dark horrors and truths those of which we may never even visualize let alone experience in our lives. I met one of my distant cousin’s friends. She was a divorcee after having been into a marriage for twenty years. She had two kids to support. Rejection after an intimate bond of twenty years falls really hard upon anyone. More importantly for the ordinary Indian house wife whose whole world revolves around the husband; the husband who leads a totally different life outside his house. The increasing number of betrayals and the grappling darkness of weaning away from a long lasting relationship is traumatic comparable to loosing a life-partner to death. It just that there is never an answer to the question why? In the latter one never gets an answer to the after-life mysteries and in the former one never stops wondering at the fragile norms of trust and betrayal subject to the eternal question… WHY...

Cold beams of lightning

Creeping under my skin

Writhing and crawling

Steely and grappling

Frozen wail of anguish

Haunting screams

I grip my way up my nerves

Frantic forGasping breath

My bones chillI stop dead

In starked dread

Over a stone cold

Impending hollowness

The petrified tomb

Of an empty heart

I seek warmth

Crave for love

From the abyss

Impotent and devoid

Of feelings

A fragmented piece

Of shattered shards

Strung together

Fragile?

Only a cold…

Zombie

I turn away

Still seeking warmth

From the descending clouds

And gaping darkness

I am a soul trapped

In solitude

The daunting memories

And haunting nightmares

A blank world

Of the broken heart

Of lost love.

Four Minutes and thirty seconds....

2008-02-04T22:21:00.000+05:30

I was ten minutes past 12 and I was franctically working on my Lappy....
ah Well Whats new?... Ain't you in a b-school?
Yes I am but it is not always that I of all people spend 12 hours at a stretch in the library, finish doing a case study and am late for the submssion because I am yet to write a picture critique ( a part of the submission).
Hmmmm ... ok out with it it? What were the stakes?
:D Dude now we're talking... it was an Entry for Augustus, an event in Scmhrd with a prize money of One Lakh... ( Yeah ... I know!) plus twelve hours on a Sunday... The stakes were decently demanding.
Ok so What next... (I love this part)...
I look at the picture... wonder for 30 seconds, type ten words in 15 seconds and then heck... I'll write a poem! 4 minutes flat... I ma down with my poem and lo behold It is one of muh favourite ones!! :P....

So here goes my four minutes and thirty seconds....

Oo those seductive eyes you stare at whom
Are you chilling cold, do you spell doom?
My bones freeze as the gaze pierces my skin
Lights fade, shadows are your kin
Richness of the wine, hue melting into you
Ironically dishevelled tresses few
Certain gaze, or questing stare?
I s from me you seek something, lady fair?
A streak of lightning in mystic skies
An enigma, an urge are your eyes ( ok ok I borrowed these from a one of my old poem's but then remember time crunch?)
The askance of the body
The subtle hints far and few
The perfect blend of shades
And the glorious you
The hinting backgrounds
With fire and ice
Why oo lady are you devilishly nice?
I look and look
At the open book
Everything speaks so very suave
The background shades
The artistic touch
The situation in sway
Pertinent so very much
But again I stop at those staring eyes
Are they supposed to be nice
Intriguing and drawing yet turning away
Fear inducing, I ask
Very suggesting you say
I am still in the dark
Grappling for answers
Waiting to embark
Upon the glory
Of the picture and the lady

Ablaze

2008-02-01T13:32:00.000+05:30

Honeycombs in chestnuts oaks
Melting dark and deep
A streak of lightning in mystic skies
An enigma, an urge are those eyes.
Those eyes like limpid water
Crystal clear
Clear with many questions
Unanswered
Igniting and soothing
Solemn and demanding
Rapt, fresh, and chill
Those eyes held so close
To mine
Leave numb and still
Those eyes held so far away
Blaze their path up to me
Thronging crowds
Ticking clocks
My beating heart
My breath alas
None but your eyes piercing down at me
Piercing like the moonlight
Into the dark mysteries of the ocean
Drawing my heart out like the tide
Wild tumult
Raging tempest
Fierce passion
Those eyes have stirred
The ocean asleep
The passion, the puzzle
A different feel
For the first time a heart
And mind ordeal
This enrapture, this different me
Is it love or can it ever be?

Our Sweetest Songs Are those of our saddest thoughts...

2008-01-31T17:17:00.000+05:30

Dedicated to All My WonderFul Seniors... We'll Miss You Guys!!

Frozen moments melting into past
Beckoning future forever to last
Hanging mist, subtle evening
Let the time stop
Stall the seconds moving
To live the fleeting moment s
Whizzing memories
bygone time
Overwhelming nostalgia
Let stay for just one more day
One more life