When Will...........

I wake up to the morning?
With no worries...
With no stress...
No deadline
No rushing,
or Racing
to catch the train?
or flight... or work?
or worrying ..
about bills,
or the analysis...
or the results..
or the publications...

When will I wake up,
To a morning?
listening to music,
chatting and talking,
and relaxing,
Giggling, Laughing...
Doing nothing...
For myself,
and for others..
For the sheer joy of
living and smiling...
to the fullest..

When will I wake up?
To a morning,
of a big BREAK.!!!

Phew !!!
Ufff 'mummy' Maii Thaak Gai !!!

I want to just enjoy 'life'
The 'moments' and
Not Race !!

Who am I?

It's not difficult to find love,
But its not easy to keep it
It's not difficult to find trust,
But its not easy to live up to it.
It's not difficult to find compassion,
But its not easy to notice it.
It's not difficult to find simplicity,
But its not easy to live by it.

It's not difficult to find honesty,
But its not easy to accept it.
It's not difficult to find kindness,
But its not easy to purchase it.
It's not difficult to find affection,
But its not easy to not snub it.

It's not difficult to break someone's hurt,
But its not easy to restore it.
It's not difficult to bid Good Bye,
But it's not easy to let go of it.
It's not difficult to walk a mile,
But it's not easy to always smile.
It's not difficult to tell a lie,
But it's not easy to die with a lie.

It's not difficult to find me,
But it's not easy to reach me.
It's not difficult to see me,
But its not easy to touch me.
It's not difficult to give up on me,
But it's not easy to live without me.

Guess who am I?
I am time. I am faith. I am peace. I am love. I am you.

Transition-ing to the Unkown !

She thinks she is very sure of what she wants.
And she thinks -
She knows its right there too,
But she doubts
Her vision, her thoughts,
Is this really true for real?
How sure one has to be, to know about the unsure?
Why are transitions so confusing and difficult?
She wondered always.
Why does it take so long too, was her worry!
Does one have to pretend till the unsure and vagueness disappears?
Or Does one take the leap and walk with stride?
What if its wrong?
What if its a mistake?
What if its just an illusion?
What if its just a fear?
What if its just the risk,
that one always has to take?
Such are Transitions, I guess
Neither Risk free, Nor Gain Free!
Is what - she wondered and thought
Gain(s) and Risk(s)
Were tied in-tandem
Buy one, get one free!

So she closed her eyes
And walked towards
The Unknown, the Unsure,
And let time, decide on her course...
It has never been bad,
It will never be!
Is what she believed to the core,
So, welcome 'Transitions' is what she said..
And walked into it
With Peace Inside...

** to someone I love the most *****

17 Pairs

Long Lived
Lost Love
Last Lane
Late Let
Lame Life
Lost Lane
Long Life
Lane Lived
Last Light
Let Live
Live Late
Love Lived
Lit Light
Lift Like
Little Lid
Lined Lip
Luck Lived

Bliss

LOVE - FEAR = BLISS
Had this vision last night..
In a state of bliss
Happens to everybody,
Once in life time
Once at bed time
But for the lucky soul(s)
It occurs
More than One Time, :)
Love it
Live it
Spread it
Feel it
"The Eternal Equation of life"

Ommitted

the Life
the Dream
all that you Thought
and Dreamt,
has touched You
finally.

the Sunshine
the Dawn
that you Thought
had Left,
has Returned
finally.

for you and only You
bliss, life, peace
is on its Way
to Be
forever for You
exactly
as you Wished,
just Yesterday,
as all the Confusions
about Fusion,
Certainties
about Uncertainties,
get Omitted and Sorted
as you get 'Committed'
for Life and Death...

:).. to one of my life line(Margi).. and another parallel line(Deepti)...

Scart

Don't Wait for the Night to Dawn
Don't wait for the morning to shine
Don't wait for the moon to rise
Don't wait for the snow to wipe
It's just another day
Darling,
For You and I
Let's get Chicaada's
for the winter and rain to come,
Let's find the tree hole
for the nuts to hide,
Such was the story
Of the Squirell - Scart's
Every day life..

HiM

You are the most beautiful thing
That Happened to me
The soul that unleashed me
The smile that gave freedom
The eyes that had answers
The glitter that always glowed
The leaf, that never browned
The light that never left
The pain, that rejoiced everything else
The source, where the ends met,
The beauty that sun and moon, failed to define
The music that a river sang...
You are the most beautiful thing
That Happened to me,

My friend, My soul, My child, My life
My ever beloved Bakwaas self
That dissolved - 'HiM' and 'I'
My new 'Toshiba Satellite'
That helped me view all the above
In New Light ....

I Wish

I wished
That I'ld be called
An Idiot again,
I wished I 'ld hear
"you wish" again
I wished I would
hear the smile again
I wished I would fight
over the Chocolate Banana Ice-cream again,
Wish I could listen to the boring
rantings Again,
Wish I could tell stories of the
Gorillas in mist, Simba and Potter again,
Wish I could fly back with the Kingfisher again,
Wish I could find the lost 'Flow' again,
Wish I was there when the
the Grey cloud,
And the dark Rain,
Came,
Wish I was awake
When the last night came...
Wish "Good Night Buddy"
Was not all that I could gather to say,
As the Funeral to freedom,
Was put to Flame!

12th July

Just a usual day
With Work and Play,
But in presence of an old day,
Just remembered..
Not missed
A past moment..
With an Old fellow
In peace....
Trying not to smile,
Or be happy either,
As what follows after
Is not something I treasure...
So just letting the thought go,
Let it rest
Sleep and live in peace,
Among dead..
Just remembering
The moment of its death,
For all the calmness
In nothingness
That Existed
Ever Since it left...

" feels so good in being able to let these words escape and see freedom .. where nobody hears not, none see's not, effect none, judges none and judged by none..Man, why, didn't I do this earlier? Rather why was I outside either?.."

Finally

ya... finally here I go
Within..
A journey..
yet to begin
The Freedom
again to see
Feel the breath within
a deep Inhale
With delayed Exhale
a Silence
Full of Peace
the dive
the climb
feeling every cell breathing
the long awaited step
past the 'In Search'
Finally Begins

Tick Tock....

Few more hours...
And few seconds...
For the clash of 'Titan's'
awaiting in the Hogswort Express
where the Magic unfolds
Just few hours more..
till OOTP is insight
till I' of tanu meet's
the I' of harry
till the awaited excitement,
Strikes
Knowing that
It Would Rock,
No matter
How or Where, and
When It came..
Now,
Starts the wait for
HaRRy in
TDH...
the last Magic
to strike on the
Midnight of 21st night...

"i just feel luck to be born in the time when the HP series was written, not knowing the end.. or the author's mind... seems like a journey with the birth of harry to hogsworth till he dies or survives (??)... I am sure it would never feel the same how many times I read ..these books ever again..in future. . I think this is the "mOsT uNiQuE jOuRnEy" I have had with any book till date..or may will ever have..."

On a tangential note... the expected C and H strip as a followup to the one posted on photo-blog... I can't stop laughing at the appropriateness of these strips... !!

Random Rantings

A stranger in the mist
A voice in the dark
An Absense unfathomable
Presence invisible
A desire to win
Wake up and talk
A desire to hear
A voice unforgotten
Moments unshared
The silence of lambs
A month, A year
A tiger, A buddha,
An Age of Ice,
Just Hollywood's Cast,
For the Born to be Wild
As Rosaline Smiles
For the forgotten stones,
For the freedom she strives.
Reminding -
The Random Ranting
She failed to Rhyme,
Born Free,
Was her pride,
Until the last Tide.

'One of those bluish days..trying to find sense in my nonsense...'

IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling

What The F!!!!

Why Do I Love Her?

Well when I met her,
I loved her for her hair,
For her smile,
For that One angry glare
As I dated other Guys
Yes, Guys, Not Gals
Easy to understand
It was not an easy fall
Hurting my balls!

Then I landed in her arms
One day by mistake
As I broke up
With a Gal friend
After a year long date!
Only to wake up together in bed.
Evening and Days
We met our mates,
Except for the nights,
Spent together always
Post that broken date;
Confusing people
And The readers
Of the choices we made!

She was good,
Or He was bad,
We discussed everything
That was labeled bad!
Who cared what the people feared,
In heart we knew
What it meant to be together,
He or She
Didn’t Matter…
Still confused
Not knowing what bonded us together,
Raised eyebrows followed us
Whenever we were cozy together,
Until we said-
What the F..!!
You One track breeder's
We were born to
Same Mother and Father!

Miss and Mr Mess

Miss me Not,
Mess me Not
I miss you words
Messed them a lot.

He says I missed you,
Last Nights Kiss
Reminded Me of you.

She says,
I missed you too
But kissed the lad
Who stood next to you
When I met first you!

Why to Miss and Miss a Kiss,
Says She?
Because Miss Mess-
You Mess My Thoughts
In Mess, In Chess, In Dress,
Why not give up the Mess,
And Be Mine Miss Mess?

No More Missed You Last Nights,
Let's Kiss and Miss the Mess,
And be Mr. and Ms. Mess?

(Am bored of heavy metal stuff on my blog, hence will publish only crap now..read at your own risk. Thanks to micromysore's recent post which led to this..)

In Search

A face, A smile
Though unknown,
Yet so known.
A moment felt,
But invisible.
Someone hiding in the horizon,
But seemingly present everywhere,
Someone so known,
Yet unknown.

I hear you in the songs
I hymn
In thoughts that I
Desire to Share
I feel you
In every breath that I spare,
Who are you so known,
Yet unknown to others?

Never felt so complete
Even in absence of a presence
Never felt the calm and peace
That silence descends.
Are you the one,
Talked about the most?
Are you the one,
I was awaiting to embrace?
The smile so known,
Yet unknown,
The eyes so deep,
That I dare not peep!

A thought lingers,
Saying you are here.
A silence prevails,
In the mistful air.
A shinning horizon,
A Journey completed
Awaited so long,
The glaring smile,
So, miraculously pleasant
So, wonderfully peaceful.
Wonder if I can fathom,
The Joy of even remembering
Unforgettable Smile,
That I witnessed so clear-
A timeless moment,
Unspoken words,
A poem-
Undecipherable,
Wanting to end,
Yet dazzling from every where,
Like a never ending spring,
Flowing forever,
A moment so flourishing and beautiful,
Every memory that I gather,
The smile that I choose to,
Search forever.

Moments Together

I was with you the other day
Walking by the river
Silenced by the wind
The warmest night we ever had.

Time just flew by,
From the day we met,
The toughest walk,
The longest climb,
As always seemed,
The most peaceful moments,
We always have.

Time flew by
Since the second we met,
We laughed,
We cried,
We hugged,
We fought,
Till the second we had to say bye.

I hated every moment
I neared the time to say good bye,
I never told that I would miss you,
But I heard you whisper wanting me to come back,
Your heart was louder than the river, the wind that breezed by,
A silence conversation,
That you never wanted me to know!

I will be back soon,
In warmer nights,
By the river, silenced by the wind,
To gather the cherished moments,
To hear every word unspoken,
To fight every second,
To see your hidden smile,
As I whisper the words,
You never thought I would reply.

Inspired by the Windy Morning by the Virgin River

A conversation in silence

This happens whenever am with
ocean....

Have you ever heard silence speak?

I never did until,
Words never told,
Started to speak.
I share this beautiful relationship
Of mutual respect affection and love is
What I believe.

It’s surprising,
How loud could silence be!
It’s surprising to believe,
How shallow an hour of effective chat could be!
If untold words could be so strong,
Why bother to speak,
at all?
If silence could fathom the depth
Even you are unaware of,
Why do we need words
to convey our thoughts?
I enjoy the silence surrounding me,
The thoughts
That words could have never preached!
I wish there were no words at all,
And silence was the only way to communicate to all,
A truthful existence after all.

Have to develop the art to write without rhyming!! am getting bored of myself...:)

Cheer's to Thyself

Yesterday was a perfect evening,

After a horrible busy week,
Peaceful, Calm, Creative and Relaxed,
Was I by the time I had to sleep.
The Vision of life were as Perfect as Ever,
I Thank God, for every beautiful,
Moments that he saved for me,
To Discover...later.

Cheer's'