Friday, 17 October 2008

My journey is fun as I know the ending.


Yesterday, while driving back home, a few hours of solitude between me and Joni Mitchell’s “Urge For Going” made me realise that I am looking for a new ‘Me’.

It was nearly mid night. London never sleeps and yet the road in front of me was silent.
It almost seemed that nothing else was there.
Street Lights.
No bawling or gear howls.
It was then a yearning arose into my awareness, to find happiness -In the relentless exuberance of spring as well as during the severe grey winter.

The Sound of Silence had a comforting touch. I realised, when we feel discontent, we tend to think a change in our lives is the answer to happiness. But we fail to search for joy in everyday life. We look for a home but miss the point that onus lie on us to build it. If we don’t build it today, we will never build it tomorrow.

I remember when I was young, during one of our annual outings, I tried to hold the wispy clouds that wafted inside my car. I was happy that I could hold on to them. And that is exactly what I am going to do, “Hold On” to the Moments!
Just when the going gets tough, there is an urge to look outside and dream. I wish I can look inside and stay awake.

Wednesday, 1 October 2008

Silentide


Tonight I sing the saddest songs,
Tonight I write the saddest lines.
Tonight I hear the sound of silence.
Tonight I see the vertical river of the dead,

Tonight I wish you talk
Tonight I wish you knit
Tonight I wish you smile
Tonight I wish you hold.

Tonight I wish you saw
Tonight I wish you bless
Tonight I wish …..
You were Here.

Thursday, 15 May 2008

Sandglass


I often wonder about the mystery surrounding our lives.
In such combative conditions of existence, in spite of deceit and tears in pain, how do we sense beauty. How do we feel the sense of solidarity. Is it because we sincerely want to paint our tomorrows bright .We borrow the colours from the bygone days and in the process they fade to sepia hues. We steal the colours from today for our journey to tomorrow.
Time is slipping away. The frozen existence has thawed and life no longer accumulates rust .Heart accepts all reasons, eye sees the bright sunshine and dewdrops and yet there is a haunting smile of emptiness. The emptiness stems from the wish to paint tomorrow with the perfect shades of blue and green and red .The emptiness stems from the fear of seeing a chronically out of tune piece of art. The emptiness stems from the desperate want to fly. The emptiness stems from the fear of an amicable termination
Clock is ticking away.

Thursday, 17 April 2008

No Caskets or Funerals



My letter never got posted.
A melancholic grey day .My Christmas tree died.
So many times I felt I should write you a thank you note, before I left, a note to say how much I will miss you. How much I loved to see you in those carefully chosen reindeer baubles, glass Santa, red and gold angels.
You secretly kept all the gifts that my friends and I crafted in our “Wish-List”-the long overcoat, shades, lucky charm locket and ring, loads of Cds and Dvds.

I remember I came back home early to switch those dancing lights. You looked beautiful. You will always be beautiful.

I have my regrets but I can feel my new spirits urging me to feel attached again.
Yes I forgot to mention I have a dog now. You always hated it. My neighbour’s dog bothered you. You were always scared and insisted not to let it in.

Rest in peace. Enjoy your new home.

Yours Religiously,
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