When tears of sorrow flow like a river,
When your body dissolves like slippery grains of sand,
When dreams evapourate and blood precipitates,
When the hands on the old rusty chime fall off,
When the church bell does not ring nemore,
When a hungry vulture pecks the flesh off your breaking heart and crying eye-
Then my friend its clear Doomsday is here and strangely I am now numb to fear.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
1st Birthday Poem.
Chocolates and cookies
A huge white birthday cake ,
Ice cream and balloons add to the do ,
That’s what a l’ll ones 1st birthday bash must have for me and for you .
A huge white birthday cake ,
Ice cream and balloons add to the do ,
That’s what a l’ll ones 1st birthday bash must have for me and for you .
Love Lost .
A broken arrow ,
A sunken ship – all signs of a misery trip
Black bangles and muffled cries – All symbols of broken ties,
Rivers of blood and tears of strife – what are they but estrangement rife,
How it happened no one knows,
For like sorrow the winds of grief must blow,
And take with them all signs,
Of a love lost in the sands of time.
A sunken ship – all signs of a misery trip
Black bangles and muffled cries – All symbols of broken ties,
Rivers of blood and tears of strife – what are they but estrangement rife,
How it happened no one knows,
For like sorrow the winds of grief must blow,
And take with them all signs,
Of a love lost in the sands of time.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Rang De Basanti
What is it about Rang De Basanti that ignites a fire within?
Why is rebellion so delicious and tempting to attempt? Is it that it gives almost instantaneous and very volatile reactions?
That , and also the fact that the underlying message of the movie being to wake us all up to the idea of being part of the corrupt system and trying to do our bit in some small way, after all to bring about a sea change it needs many thinking minds to start thinking alike .
But is it enough that we vote on sms for a campaign like the TOI initiated Lead India ? Or is there something much more drastic that’s needed?
After all isn’t the corruption deep seeded? Isn’t it a fact that though we claim to be liberal we still are very much ruled by the shackles of a thought process thrown down generations that make sit difficult even today for us to accept people of different nationality , race , caste , creed , religion into our hearts and most importantly into our homes ?
It’s not enough that we think that we lead a liberal life? Are we truly liberated? Think Again …
If we are truly liberated then …
Why is that women need reservations in educational institutions and the political system?
Why are deserving candidates denied seats in medical and engg colleges and quotas given on caste basis when it should depend on the caliber and financial status of the students?
Why is that we balk at the thought of inter-religion marriages?
Why is those in this day and age religious minorities need laws to protect them?
Why can’t we understand that only when we break the boundaries in our minds that we will truly progress or achieve the pinnacle of success?
Its when I write this that I ma reminded of the lines from RDB , when the men while walking into the radio station morph into the characters they portray in Sues Play and Sue is reading out the lines from her grandfathers diary – “ What is that makes these boys different from others ? It is that when the voice inside takes you so far that you cross all internal fears and nothing stops you anymore but to that you have to be pure and true in your thought process”
Every one of us is plagued by myriad fears mostly those that force us to confirm to some sort of societal beliefs because to go against them is either too much of a task or too rebellious. It’s only when these handfull of people who can fight their internal demons and succeed pass on the baton to thousands and millions of others will the fire truly spread, it’s only then will that drastic change happen.
May our tribe increase ….!!!
Why is rebellion so delicious and tempting to attempt? Is it that it gives almost instantaneous and very volatile reactions?
That , and also the fact that the underlying message of the movie being to wake us all up to the idea of being part of the corrupt system and trying to do our bit in some small way, after all to bring about a sea change it needs many thinking minds to start thinking alike .
But is it enough that we vote on sms for a campaign like the TOI initiated Lead India ? Or is there something much more drastic that’s needed?
After all isn’t the corruption deep seeded? Isn’t it a fact that though we claim to be liberal we still are very much ruled by the shackles of a thought process thrown down generations that make sit difficult even today for us to accept people of different nationality , race , caste , creed , religion into our hearts and most importantly into our homes ?
It’s not enough that we think that we lead a liberal life? Are we truly liberated? Think Again …
If we are truly liberated then …
Why is that women need reservations in educational institutions and the political system?
Why are deserving candidates denied seats in medical and engg colleges and quotas given on caste basis when it should depend on the caliber and financial status of the students?
Why is that we balk at the thought of inter-religion marriages?
Why is those in this day and age religious minorities need laws to protect them?
Why can’t we understand that only when we break the boundaries in our minds that we will truly progress or achieve the pinnacle of success?
Its when I write this that I ma reminded of the lines from RDB , when the men while walking into the radio station morph into the characters they portray in Sues Play and Sue is reading out the lines from her grandfathers diary – “ What is that makes these boys different from others ? It is that when the voice inside takes you so far that you cross all internal fears and nothing stops you anymore but to that you have to be pure and true in your thought process”
Every one of us is plagued by myriad fears mostly those that force us to confirm to some sort of societal beliefs because to go against them is either too much of a task or too rebellious. It’s only when these handfull of people who can fight their internal demons and succeed pass on the baton to thousands and millions of others will the fire truly spread, it’s only then will that drastic change happen.
May our tribe increase ….!!!
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Lucifer.
Theres a dash of black zipping past my coffee table and crash! there goes my husbands favourite vase .....
My shopping list now includes pedigree and I am forced to take long walks so he can romp around and sniff up imaginary rabbit holes .
The worst ofcourse being ripping our newspaper to shreads on a bright sunday morning when all one wants to do is laze around on the lawn and read it ....
Did I also mention that innumerable times that I step into my bathrooom slippers to find it chewed on and the times I found stuff in the house slobbered with dog saliva???
ummm.....but still I simply love Lucifer my cute crazy and totally mad furry pal !
(For all those pals who read this piece and flipped - Lucifer , the husband and the lawan are still figments of my imagination ...hhehehehe)
My shopping list now includes pedigree and I am forced to take long walks so he can romp around and sniff up imaginary rabbit holes .
The worst ofcourse being ripping our newspaper to shreads on a bright sunday morning when all one wants to do is laze around on the lawn and read it ....
Did I also mention that innumerable times that I step into my bathrooom slippers to find it chewed on and the times I found stuff in the house slobbered with dog saliva???
ummm.....but still I simply love Lucifer my cute crazy and totally mad furry pal !
(For all those pals who read this piece and flipped - Lucifer , the husband and the lawan are still figments of my imagination ...hhehehehe)
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Living out of a suitcase ….
It was only when I spent a night at a lush 5-star sharing room space with my kid sister who is an air hostess while she was on a “lay over” in Pune, as the jargon in the airline industry goes, that it hit me…..at any given point in time almost 65.43%( this figure has been arrived at by making use of complex arithmetic which the world has yet to acknowledge as Mj’s law of averages..hehhehe) of the worlds population is living out of a suitcase, fancy that!?
I mean I saw before me the veritable advantages of doing so , I mean you do not have to pay for things like a toothbrush ( I got one last week from pal IM's store and the beast cost me a whole 42 rupess, I mean something I am forced to push into my mouth twice a day costs a tiny bomb, I say!) and also hair oil and stuff, all company paid expenses , aah such is the life of these lucky individuals who zip across the length and breadth of the planet and breakfast at Mumbai and lunch at Timbuktu!
My cousin was pleased as punch to see me after light years (which in this case is about 8 months – golly that’s long ..) , considering that she has been zipping in and out of Pune many a times in the past few months but thanks to my crazy schedule I was never able to go meet the kid! It would be unfair , if at this juncture I did not confess that one fine day long back , I did promise the poor kid that I would pop into her hotel room to say a cheery hello and after work I mindlessly zoomed back home on me bike , only to realize when I was inside my home that gosh! Oh migod ! I had promised to meet her, oh god forgive me for I have sinned! And hence yesterday when she called I put aside my plans to meet a suitor(ahem ..yes yes raised eyebrows keep redaing the blog for more.updates ) for coffee with “ coffee” ( I quite like referring to myself as “coffee” quite narcissist but well …then again …) and decided that it was my moral duty to go see the kid and when she insisted that I stay over ,I sacrified going back home to me warm bed and we gossiped away into the night as two women who meet after 8 months would do and now here I am back home going clicckity clack on me keyboard and back to my humdrum existence while she zips off to some exotic locale where hair oil and toothbrushes are paid for while I toil hard on a Sunday to earn peanuts to ensure that when the ghastly beastly 42 rupee toothbrush gets frayed I have just enough cash stashed away to buy poor "coffee" another one , sigh!
I mean I saw before me the veritable advantages of doing so , I mean you do not have to pay for things like a toothbrush ( I got one last week from pal IM's store and the beast cost me a whole 42 rupess, I mean something I am forced to push into my mouth twice a day costs a tiny bomb, I say!) and also hair oil and stuff, all company paid expenses , aah such is the life of these lucky individuals who zip across the length and breadth of the planet and breakfast at Mumbai and lunch at Timbuktu!
My cousin was pleased as punch to see me after light years (which in this case is about 8 months – golly that’s long ..) , considering that she has been zipping in and out of Pune many a times in the past few months but thanks to my crazy schedule I was never able to go meet the kid! It would be unfair , if at this juncture I did not confess that one fine day long back , I did promise the poor kid that I would pop into her hotel room to say a cheery hello and after work I mindlessly zoomed back home on me bike , only to realize when I was inside my home that gosh! Oh migod ! I had promised to meet her, oh god forgive me for I have sinned! And hence yesterday when she called I put aside my plans to meet a suitor(ahem ..yes yes raised eyebrows keep redaing the blog for more.updates ) for coffee with “ coffee” ( I quite like referring to myself as “coffee” quite narcissist but well …then again …) and decided that it was my moral duty to go see the kid and when she insisted that I stay over ,I sacrified going back home to me warm bed and we gossiped away into the night as two women who meet after 8 months would do and now here I am back home going clicckity clack on me keyboard and back to my humdrum existence while she zips off to some exotic locale where hair oil and toothbrushes are paid for while I toil hard on a Sunday to earn peanuts to ensure that when the ghastly beastly 42 rupee toothbrush gets frayed I have just enough cash stashed away to buy poor "coffee" another one , sigh!
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
THE END IS NEAR
The water is silent
The air is still
The whisper gone
The voice strangled
It’s time I guess
Cause,
The end is near
It’s all over
There’s a mess
All That’s Left
Is strife and Stress
It’s Time I guess cause,
The end is near.
I run desperately,
Aimless
Hopeless
There’s a void ahead
The more I run,
The darker it gets.
Broken Glass
A muffled Cry
That’s all that’s left
I am going to die.
It’s Time I guess
Cause,
The end is near.
Right here
Right Now
The end is here.
The air is still
The whisper gone
The voice strangled
It’s time I guess
Cause,
The end is near
It’s all over
There’s a mess
All That’s Left
Is strife and Stress
It’s Time I guess cause,
The end is near.
I run desperately,
Aimless
Hopeless
There’s a void ahead
The more I run,
The darker it gets.
Broken Glass
A muffled Cry
That’s all that’s left
I am going to die.
It’s Time I guess
Cause,
The end is near.
Right here
Right Now
The end is here.
Monday, May 28, 2007
That weird feeling called “ I am single”
Right now there so much I wanna talk about that the thoughts are colliding into each other and falling over each other and yet through the rush rush of each adrenaline laced mind runners theres a huge deep hollow sinking feelingi cannot ignore , I know it when I see it , its like the start of a migrane that comes before an important meeting with your boss or a pimple that comes bang on your nose the day you have a hot coffee date in the evening .
A new haircut with read streaks , 9 books I am redaing simultaneously and loving them all, many night outs with close pals and many dried tears after , hey also a nose pin I acquired today evening well all those did help but then ….the feelings still there
Maybe its time I took myself out for coffee at that new place near home with a good book my spectacles and ofcourse a diary in which I can spill my thoughts. Maybe that and a good long walk a good swim , a pedicure manicure and a headmassage all done…I can atleast hope that I can smile again……
A new haircut with read streaks , 9 books I am redaing simultaneously and loving them all, many night outs with close pals and many dried tears after , hey also a nose pin I acquired today evening well all those did help but then ….the feelings still there
Maybe its time I took myself out for coffee at that new place near home with a good book my spectacles and ofcourse a diary in which I can spill my thoughts. Maybe that and a good long walk a good swim , a pedicure manicure and a headmassage all done…I can atleast hope that I can smile again……
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
What is it about generalizations?
Women just cant keep a secret !
Most people of a certain community and money put together just dont seem right!
its probably a really dark alley in a persons mind .
what would it take to run inside and bring some light?
Generalizations can be dangerous . If one expands the idea to cover a large canvas . Our current political state and a lot of recent episodes can be broken down to our habit of generalizing . We generalize a community, a religion , a gender , habits and even accents .
Why are we so prorgrammed to follow opinions judgements and preconceived notions from the folks around us as if these were precious family heirlooms ?
Either half of the worlds population lacks an individual thought process or we as people are just not bothered to accept how big the implications of such generalizations can be?
Maybe it's due to this reality that we award people (mostly posthameously ) for " ground breaking" " DIFFERENT" work .
Why can't INDIVIDUALITY" become a way of living ?
THINK FELLAS .....
Most people of a certain community and money put together just dont seem right!
its probably a really dark alley in a persons mind .
what would it take to run inside and bring some light?
Generalizations can be dangerous . If one expands the idea to cover a large canvas . Our current political state and a lot of recent episodes can be broken down to our habit of generalizing . We generalize a community, a religion , a gender , habits and even accents .
Why are we so prorgrammed to follow opinions judgements and preconceived notions from the folks around us as if these were precious family heirlooms ?
Either half of the worlds population lacks an individual thought process or we as people are just not bothered to accept how big the implications of such generalizations can be?
Maybe it's due to this reality that we award people (mostly posthameously ) for " ground breaking" " DIFFERENT" work .
Why can't INDIVIDUALITY" become a way of living ?
THINK FELLAS .....
Leopard Print Tights - Indeed!
What is it about my leopard Print Tights?
That's so different
and yet ...so right?
They scream saying thats a Tiger
Handle it if you can
hear the prowl
bear the growl
for this Tigress is on a silent prowl .
What is it about my leopard Print Tights?
That's so different
and yet ...so right?
That's so different
and yet ...so right?
They scream saying thats a Tiger
Handle it if you can
hear the prowl
bear the growl
for this Tigress is on a silent prowl .
What is it about my leopard Print Tights?
That's so different
and yet ...so right?
the 8th fundamental right
after drawing great inspiration from movies like Yuva ,I have decided that the only way to bring about a sea change in the workings and dealing of our great country is by way of entering into the system rather than acting as an inert bystander and passing vile remarks ,very spineless i say ...
what i will do when i come to power (how am i so sure i will, i just know it , after all when will i use the knowledge drilled into my head during 2 long years in mba classes?)the first thing i would like to do is add a fundamental right to the xisting 7 .
since most indians consider it their birth right to spit and urinate wherever possible in public I will ensure that whatever little guilt they feel if any will be done away with.
. After all its their own country so they must feel free to do as they please when they please .
Imagine how much of a relife this would be to the brave ones who send their spit flying out of bus windows onto unsuspecting pedestrians or two wheeler motorists and fear being abused by those imbeciles who fail to understand that after all they are exercising their Fundamental Right , dammit!
Alsa to all those men who simply cant keep their pants down and whose bladders control their so called brains , they can now freely urinate right where they stand with no fear since they already have overcome all barriers of shame .
I mean so what if they treat their nation like a public toilet and a spitoon , the poor urchins have been so misunderstood until now , for I shall be the one who brings light into their dark miserable and wretched lives .
Hail to the new wave of yound Indians Who are so eager to change the system!
what i will do when i come to power (how am i so sure i will, i just know it , after all when will i use the knowledge drilled into my head during 2 long years in mba classes?)the first thing i would like to do is add a fundamental right to the xisting 7 .
since most indians consider it their birth right to spit and urinate wherever possible in public I will ensure that whatever little guilt they feel if any will be done away with.
. After all its their own country so they must feel free to do as they please when they please .
Imagine how much of a relife this would be to the brave ones who send their spit flying out of bus windows onto unsuspecting pedestrians or two wheeler motorists and fear being abused by those imbeciles who fail to understand that after all they are exercising their Fundamental Right , dammit!
Alsa to all those men who simply cant keep their pants down and whose bladders control their so called brains , they can now freely urinate right where they stand with no fear since they already have overcome all barriers of shame .
I mean so what if they treat their nation like a public toilet and a spitoon , the poor urchins have been so misunderstood until now , for I shall be the one who brings light into their dark miserable and wretched lives .
Hail to the new wave of yound Indians Who are so eager to change the system!
MJ's homecoming
hey spidey
mj's come home finally
this is an ode to her eternal unbreakabale , unshakeable faith in you .
"with great power comes great responsibility" you said to her spidey
now she's doing good and she wants to come back
open your heart and let her in
spidey its her homecoming .
mj's come home finally
this is an ode to her eternal unbreakabale , unshakeable faith in you .
"with great power comes great responsibility" you said to her spidey
now she's doing good and she wants to come back
open your heart and let her in
spidey its her homecoming .
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
A long walk
what a long walk can do to a bent back and a broken heart .
for teh first time in 2 years here in pune I decided to brave the mad traffic , the "typical "pune people , dust dirt grime sight and sounds and took to the road .
As I walked aimlessly I saw such contrasting sights all around , ultra modern buildings rudely interrupting rusty old buglows and lanes that would hardly accomodate a two wheeler to sudden huge by lanes . hospitals , showrooms , kirana stores ....wait I musnt drown myself so much into the sight around me ...else risk getting run over by a reckless P.M.T zooming to stop at an almost invisible bus stop nestled amongst a huge hoarding and remains of a huge tree ., what does he think anyway cutting lanes sometimes extereme left to screech to a halt at a stop and again rush away leaving the slower and lesser evolved of my species to wonder just how many more tries till they get into this dusty heap of metal we need to commute thru this rusticly urban almost mumabi like pune .
yes almost ....but not quite there , my 5 km walk , with exactly 50 rupess in my pocket to buy a simple hair clip turned into a mission impossible as i dicovered that I would have to go to a "market" area as advised to me by a fat lady who smirked when i asked her for a butterfly clip when i stepped into her " ladies beauty items store" ...whatever that is again ....humm so now what are these ...rather where are these " market" areas ....lets leave that for another day I say . Enough adventure for a day , enough to give me a mild appetite and make me want to run home n stand under a cold shower .
what else will pune have in store ?
after all I only just moved in here mentaly a few days ago ....
the past 2 years ....a haze ...running to Amchi Mumbai ever so often .....to do what ? get into a mumbai local , walk into a huge mall and catch up with old buddies , or simply walk forlon alone thru town wondering ....will this city ever call me back......
not anymore
for coffee's moved to Pune now ...finally .
for teh first time in 2 years here in pune I decided to brave the mad traffic , the "typical "pune people , dust dirt grime sight and sounds and took to the road .
As I walked aimlessly I saw such contrasting sights all around , ultra modern buildings rudely interrupting rusty old buglows and lanes that would hardly accomodate a two wheeler to sudden huge by lanes . hospitals , showrooms , kirana stores ....wait I musnt drown myself so much into the sight around me ...else risk getting run over by a reckless P.M.T zooming to stop at an almost invisible bus stop nestled amongst a huge hoarding and remains of a huge tree ., what does he think anyway cutting lanes sometimes extereme left to screech to a halt at a stop and again rush away leaving the slower and lesser evolved of my species to wonder just how many more tries till they get into this dusty heap of metal we need to commute thru this rusticly urban almost mumabi like pune .
yes almost ....but not quite there , my 5 km walk , with exactly 50 rupess in my pocket to buy a simple hair clip turned into a mission impossible as i dicovered that I would have to go to a "market" area as advised to me by a fat lady who smirked when i asked her for a butterfly clip when i stepped into her " ladies beauty items store" ...whatever that is again ....humm so now what are these ...rather where are these " market" areas ....lets leave that for another day I say . Enough adventure for a day , enough to give me a mild appetite and make me want to run home n stand under a cold shower .
what else will pune have in store ?
after all I only just moved in here mentaly a few days ago ....
the past 2 years ....a haze ...running to Amchi Mumbai ever so often .....to do what ? get into a mumbai local , walk into a huge mall and catch up with old buddies , or simply walk forlon alone thru town wondering ....will this city ever call me back......
not anymore
for coffee's moved to Pune now ...finally .
Saturday, March 24, 2007
MARKETPLACE.
The worlds a market place
Me a mere bystander
As I stand in a corner
And observe
I wonder
What If…. I die right now?
What and how will it affect the marketplace?
With None unreplaceable
& None unchangeable
I am but …..a Bystander .
Me a mere bystander
As I stand in a corner
And observe
I wonder
What If…. I die right now?
What and how will it affect the marketplace?
With None unreplaceable
& None unchangeable
I am but …..a Bystander .
wanderings of a broken soul.
When food seems unnecessary and works a burden.
I know with a heavy heart , am laden .
When the leaf turns and changes colour,when day breaks by dawn ,
A thin sliver of hope still hangs….
I know with a heavy heart , am laden .
When the leaf turns and changes colour,when day breaks by dawn ,
A thin sliver of hope still hangs….
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Of coffee and conversations.
Somehow a good strong cup of coffee gets my thoughts in order and I can say and think so much more .
But when barista from a very cosy corner inside koregaon park shut down it was blow I couldn’t take
It’s the perfect setting , almost hidden from the outside world so to speak .
Faces a green lawn , looks onto Osho Ashram on one side and a stary peacock does the rounds there on rare occasions
Apart from that only on weekend evenings does one feel that theres a crowd happening otherwise I could peacefully settle into a cosy corner outside on the verandah and sip endless cups of latte and ponder about various arbit unimportant stuff.
Its while sittin here that I remember A calling and serenading me with a lovely track from a very sidey hindi movie but the songs stuck in my head someplace and refuses to budge the 2 ladies who sat opp my tabel and drank their cuppas are etched into my mind too . the way I smiled goofily all alone and waited for my buddy I to drop in and how the grass in the lawn I faced suddenly looked so wondrous as if I was dancing a slow sweet dance …I cant forget .
The only thing is that my haven doesn’t exist anymore. not even a simple notice to let us know what will happen of the barista . its as it it never existed almost like the whole song episode never happened almost like watching a movie with an abrupt unexplained end .
I wonder whether the peacock misses the bread crumbs he got for free.
But when barista from a very cosy corner inside koregaon park shut down it was blow I couldn’t take
It’s the perfect setting , almost hidden from the outside world so to speak .
Faces a green lawn , looks onto Osho Ashram on one side and a stary peacock does the rounds there on rare occasions
Apart from that only on weekend evenings does one feel that theres a crowd happening otherwise I could peacefully settle into a cosy corner outside on the verandah and sip endless cups of latte and ponder about various arbit unimportant stuff.
Its while sittin here that I remember A calling and serenading me with a lovely track from a very sidey hindi movie but the songs stuck in my head someplace and refuses to budge the 2 ladies who sat opp my tabel and drank their cuppas are etched into my mind too . the way I smiled goofily all alone and waited for my buddy I to drop in and how the grass in the lawn I faced suddenly looked so wondrous as if I was dancing a slow sweet dance …I cant forget .
The only thing is that my haven doesn’t exist anymore. not even a simple notice to let us know what will happen of the barista . its as it it never existed almost like the whole song episode never happened almost like watching a movie with an abrupt unexplained end .
I wonder whether the peacock misses the bread crumbs he got for free.
up down across…whats the good word
Sometimes I think what’s more difficult?
picking up the pieces and walking again or trying to find urself from the mess . life is that puzzle where the pieces that used to fit are in an auto arrange mode . as soon as u think u have it all figured out ..splish fblunk and hey what happened to the things u planned .
So I guess I now relish the fact that am a miserable planner and cant even plan my day if I was given a bullet point list of a to do list .
Umm comin back to para number one .
Another realization (with me getting so many so soon am wonderin , is nirvana far away?, and if I was to say this with A around he’d say its but jus one cd away ) in the gamble to get the pieces tog again some new one seems to have been thrown in! so heck what does one do with them , like unwanted veggies in ur fridge tray which we add to a veg soup simply cause theres nothing else that one can do with them , humm so now my lifes a mixed veg soup with some yucky veggies thrown in and burnt a bit cause the flames was too strong .
Nice very nice
Soup anyone?
picking up the pieces and walking again or trying to find urself from the mess . life is that puzzle where the pieces that used to fit are in an auto arrange mode . as soon as u think u have it all figured out ..splish fblunk and hey what happened to the things u planned .
So I guess I now relish the fact that am a miserable planner and cant even plan my day if I was given a bullet point list of a to do list .
Umm comin back to para number one .
Another realization (with me getting so many so soon am wonderin , is nirvana far away?, and if I was to say this with A around he’d say its but jus one cd away ) in the gamble to get the pieces tog again some new one seems to have been thrown in! so heck what does one do with them , like unwanted veggies in ur fridge tray which we add to a veg soup simply cause theres nothing else that one can do with them , humm so now my lifes a mixed veg soup with some yucky veggies thrown in and burnt a bit cause the flames was too strong .
Nice very nice
Soup anyone?
The deafening sound of silence
Pierces through my heart and tears it till it bleeds
The sound so loud that the thudding of my broken heart is carried far and beyond by the wind
As the blood dries up it reaches a high pitch
Engulfing the heavy rain drops, the heat as it rises form a ground parched and drinking up the gift of the clouds
Enveloping so completely as that that existed all that I knew
Silence
Is so deafening
Scared battered
Lying in a corner of the room I weep
The tears dry up
The silence remains
Even when I scream loudly inside
The only thing that is thicker than the might and darker than the blood is the silence
The sound of silence is so deafening
The sound so loud that the thudding of my broken heart is carried far and beyond by the wind
As the blood dries up it reaches a high pitch
Engulfing the heavy rain drops, the heat as it rises form a ground parched and drinking up the gift of the clouds
Enveloping so completely as that that existed all that I knew
Silence
Is so deafening
Scared battered
Lying in a corner of the room I weep
The tears dry up
The silence remains
Even when I scream loudly inside
The only thing that is thicker than the might and darker than the blood is the silence
The sound of silence is so deafening
Sunday, January 07, 2007
My Baby .
Even though your existence is only a dream today
I love you intensely
The thought of a new life within a womb is love at its purest
How I would protect and care for you
How I would love and caress you
Oh my little one I love u so already ……….
I love you intensely
The thought of a new life within a womb is love at its purest
How I would protect and care for you
How I would love and caress you
Oh my little one I love u so already ……….
Saturday, January 06, 2007
The Unshakeable?
I try hard to smile
Then it all comes back
The dam I built
Begins to show big cracks
Water has started seeping in .
Run, I say ....
Before the flood takes over
Suddenly , I wonder ...
Whats left to retrieve?
Is there anything at all?
For , I have hit ROCK BOTTOM long back.
Flood Comes
Debris Lie
The stench of those ,
Makes me cry.
The weight of death
Too heavy to carry
The sound of prayer
Too Distant
Too weary ...
Then it all comes back
The dam I built
Begins to show big cracks
Water has started seeping in .
Run, I say ....
Before the flood takes over
Suddenly , I wonder ...
Whats left to retrieve?
Is there anything at all?
For , I have hit ROCK BOTTOM long back.
Flood Comes
Debris Lie
The stench of those ,
Makes me cry.
The weight of death
Too heavy to carry
The sound of prayer
Too Distant
Too weary ...
Its time to take control
Take control
Its time to free my soul
Time may have taken its toll
But Its now that I cant give in
I must keep going
On and On
Develop a new form
For
Its time to free my soul
Its time to take control
Its time to free my soul
Time may have taken its toll
But Its now that I cant give in
I must keep going
On and On
Develop a new form
For
Its time to free my soul
Its time to take control
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