Tuesday, August 30, 2005
let these words warn you.
a changeling, a dangerous creature.
keep me at a distance and you are forever mine.
will keep you dangling on a string.
carrying your bobbing heart
on a red string.
on somedays i like myself and on somedays i don't. there are days when things begin to make sense and then as suddenly the thread is lost and i am left grappling with the fast unfolding yarn, slipping out of my hands. I want to read words warm like claret on a winter afternoon. There is somewhere I have got to be, there is someone else i forgot to be. Sunshine on water a thousand stars dance. warm skin blushes to warmer hues of desire. a yearning a longing; dont want to be buried under ashes of unrealised desires.
Saturday, August 27, 2005
I hope to see you tomorrow. I hope you find me smiling. I have been waiting for you since eternity but you never kept your promise. Oh, why did you take so long!
Tell me, how will I recognize you? Will I know you by the image I carry of you in my heart? What if you are not the same? Will it make a difference to me? Ah!!
Tell me, have you too been waiting for me? They say tomorrow is but today revisited but is it true?
Why did you make me wait so??
I was not ready for you! Is that what you are saying? Oh so it all depended upon me and here I was all along waiting for you to show up. If I only I could have been ready earlier!
What is so funny…why are you smiling? Hmmm!
Yes I can see your point, first I waited for tomorrow, now I cry for yesterday, ah what a fool I am...thank you for pointing that out!
You already got me smiling; I can see you will keep your promise…I can hardly wait to see my tomorrow even if its different from what I have been expecting.
Friday, August 26, 2005
Like all life’s problems; solve a tiny niggling problem now, even though it might not feel good doing so, will save you from a major headache later on.
Last night, when I was raiding the refrigerator, I found myself wishing that my life were like somebody else’s, to be more specific, that I was somebody else. It probably was the guilt at bingeing. It struck me that it would make little difference, if I were another, I would be simply exchanging one set of problems with another and further that each of us has been given certain traits specific to solving our peculiar set of problems. What difference does it make then which set of problems we are solving? Its my own peculiarities that I need to work upon. It is my own skirt that needs straightening. Only weak people like me wish for different circumstances. Besides could I handle somebody else's problems? I'd probably feel like a fish out of water there! Its so much easy to blame others, even if its that sinful bar of chocolate and that piece of cheese lying in the refrigerator! mamma!!
I think for me lasting peace lies in being able to master my own mind without tormenting it.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
sucking fingers dipped in honey
and so autumn begins
Sunday, August 21, 2005
I am an ordinary person living a small town life in a decrepit town in India. I have not traveled very much. To meet people of different customs has always been a cherished dream for me. Even as kid geographical boundaries did not make sense to me, they seemed to be lines decided by people I did not even know, let alone like or respect. This is before I learned about globalization and freedom of movement, intellectual capital and the World Wide Web. For someone like me, this has been an unexpected bonus. I have come across some of the most interesting and enchanting people, I know, here.
So here is to ALL OF YOU! Salute!
...and thank you Sue
Friday, August 19, 2005
Monday, August 15, 2005
Friday, August 12, 2005
I pick your words, honeysuckle sweet. Wild as the breeze that blows the warm august sky.
It is the light in your bright august shine eyes, which will warm my cold heart.
Unshed tears in your eyes, sparkling stardust. My tears turn precious when they wash your face.
The nectar of your words going down my throat, with each drop my heart comes alive.
August comes winter will follow. Snow there won’t be but the sun shall come. An unending thought. Waiting for tomorrow. Have a nice weekend guys! toot, toot!
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Like the sweetness in a fruit is a gift from god, abundance is a blessing only if so sanctioned by god. Abundance is only half a blessing. That which we have prayed for can yet makes us cry if he so wills it. In a blink a boon becomes a bane. My prayers have always been sort of a wish list but I am going to my amend my prayers now and ask him to make good for me in whatever I have.
My parents are coming home tomorrow. They had gone to visit my kid brother who lives in another city and I can’t wait to wrap my arms around maa. Her warm shapeless body is like a soft perfumed cloud which envelopes me in its warmth and soothes me with its fragrance. One has got a cold and another stomach flu; I hope they reach home safely. I worry about them. They are growing old. Its disturbing to see them so.
As people beg
Monday, August 08, 2005
Some greens which i like:
Green juicy apples
Green tomatoes, fried in a little bit of butter
Pale green leaves
Lettuce and peeled cucumbers
Deep dark green silk
Paintings of bamboo leaves
Mossy thick dark leaves
Olive green leather
Early morning sunshine on green grass
Rain, though it has no colour but for me its green because nothing makes greens greener than rain.
Then there are some which I don’t like:
Green eye shadow, not even on anyone else!
A particular shade of dull green on walls
The green which grows on long-gone-things
The greenish lime from hard water, which covers taps, block shower pores.
Green coloured liquids
Green cardboard files, there are so many of them in this world!
Green bright satin
Green gooey paste of henna
I have typed green once too many times for now, so much so that I am beginning to wonder if I am spelling it correctly.
by the way, i have added a tag-board on the side-bar, feel free to post whatever comes to your mind there. :)
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
i'm the cracked earth at your feet,
the moon at your window,
the howling wind.
i'm broken at sundown,
dissolving in darkness,
melting in your tears.
if only, i could ask you to come away with me.
Will I be true or will my words be like the rest, fine and fallow?
Lay your hand on my heart. Look into my face. Tell me what you see.
I'm afraid to make promises. I have seen love die young.
When it dies there aint nothing you can do but just give it a decent burial.
the forever they talk about, i have been searching all my life. if love has a shelf life then why does it not say so on the bottle. songs of love lasting a lifetime are plenty but then why do these words sound like lies?
Still baby, tell me some lies tonight. these words will come true if you believe them. This heart might shine like gold, yet.
come to me. walk away with me. its getting harder to walk alone.