Friday, August 06, 2004

Born- still

So hurt I could bleed
So misunderstood I could perish
Im stranded to feel lonely

Smiles, laughter flush out.......................... they same to be a fading memory........................
Painted picture sans reality
Portrait sans finesse
Punctured tier and deflated dreams.
Dreams that never formed. Dreams to be dreamed were born still.
There is no hope and equation exists only in math.

Cavernous Cry

Distant, untrodded virgin lands teasingly call the wanderlust bug to its unfathomable treasures.
The sensory touch of forest leaves…
the sight of green hues contouring blue skies tempt the aspiring nomad…
the instance where only time and space exist, wafts the drifter to the journey which lives its destination every moment.

It stirs, in my soul, an aching desperation to refrain from the mundaneness of this solitary confinement.

Monday, August 02, 2004


LOVE is to -

give without expecting,
tolerate without getting impatient,
accept without complaining,
speak without talking,
feel without touching,
losing a bit, yet winning.

love is an endurance.

Sunday, August 01, 2004

Mecca of glaring extremes

Initially, I took an utter dislike for this city- principally because of the absolute disparities between those who lived in penthouses and bungalows and those who lived in rat holes, footpaths, railway platforms; between those who dined and partied at sumptuous restaurants and the impoverished lot who barely had anything to eat; between those who swelled with pride underneath the Marks & Spencer and the little girl on the road who was not ashamed of having a piece of cloth to cover her emaciated corpus.
It pulled me to a vacuum of the human indifference we live in. This is the way these marginalized lot have been living (?) for years??
It’s appalling to see how people pull out all the stops to make a living. It’s a virtual exhibit of the human scale of efforts. Take a ride in the local- you would know what I mean- vendors, coming of all age, right from a toddler (I say, mark my word -toddler!) to the almost dying, shriveled mass of men and women. The lonely people. It reminds of the song

to be contd

to start

to start with, am posting my favorite quote at the moment.

"As long as I live, I'll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I'll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I'll acquaint myself with the glaciers and wild gardens, and get as near the heart of the world as I can.” - John Muir.