Known strangers!

I waited for you forever..
You promised me, u did..
Blithe was i all along..
dreaming the dreams unknown..
For sure i knew you would come..
our love was the eternal one..

As i waited for you forever..
now a vague promise as it feels..
Unsure of my dreams anymore ...
every move screams..
Certainty asks me..
was our love eternal ever ?


And now when i moved on..
as i live along..
i feel some fretting winds pass by...
Hush surrounds..
and i see a known unknown..
Like two complete strangers..
we walk past..
Silence filled & stayed forever ....

Life forever! Love forever!

I asked life...'could you hold my hands forever' ?
Apparently he did.
And i toured along with him blindfolded.
He showed me Happiness-the bright & colourful part of life .
He explained whats Sadness-the dull & sober part of life.
And Hope- a blend of happiness and sadness.
Finally showed me Horror-the dark and stunningly painful part.
I relished and enjoyed and cried. I thought I could live Life now.
Walking along ,he was there throughout still holding my hands.
And then i trusted him.
I knew he is beside me, with me forever.
I moved and grew with certitude.
I didn't look around, didn't search for him anymore.
I thought I was assured.

And then i met Love
He(love) showed me how to Dream. 
Indeed a beautiful place to be.
Plentifully i dreamt.
Happiness was a genial host,
surrounded with only more dreams.
He cuddled me,embraced me and pampered me
I was dazed and lost.
Until i realized Love isn't anymore.
I shuddered unbelievably.

As i shudder no more.
I realized Life was there still.
And he let me walk alone , for he trusted me.
Only to let me know that he is my Love- my Life forever.

A Thingamajig !

And then the sweet old memories summoned.This time only to bring a beautiful yet controlled smile. A feeling of being content and being complete. A feeling of being confused and of being immaculate. To scream and also to be soundless. A though of love and of hate. A state of being in dreams and in reality.There were both ends of every possible existing emotions, yet there was something empty. Some lives out in the world say that- smartness is clarity in vision,but does that make emotional ones weak? And yes! those emotions always makes you rewind your past. It was a very unclear state of mind and no word could express its true meaning/emotions. Yet it was pure and sanctimonious as if the rain poured in and washed all the sins away. A moment of glory , something victorious. A feeling of being anew. Not everyday one gets to sink in such a whirlpool of emotions and come out fresh and live. And this is thingamajig- no name, no meaning....just something!!!

Hollow

The triumph of emptiness is rude.
It only slaps you more and celebrates .
It never lets the hollow be filled ,
for it knows, that's its fall back.
It churns your pain and laughs aloud.
Makes it more hollow and plays aloof.
It knows his stay is prolonged,
bringing darkness and sorrow along.
It never lets you smile ,
for that will burn itself to ashes.
It never lets you grow,
for that's a felo-de-se.
It stalks around you,
and never lets you free.
Arrested till its stay.
Even tears fears it's play.
In vain you search for some impotent succor,
and in vain you confront only hollowness.

Musical isolation!

Spending a delightful weekend is indeed a surprise. Its been quite long that i had experienced it. Busy life has taken its toll. And i must mention that i do sincerely make an effort to make the weekend look beautiful. Its not like i have a magic wand and i just need to twirl it to make things happen. But i wish. Anyways, so it was delightful because my life was happy and enjoying her existence.Oh ,by the way, my life here refers to my daughter Esha..... Staying in an isolated surrounding, where thoughts do not match with ours , comes the need of survival i.e. to make the extra zillion effort to hold on to your sanity, which otherwise is a daily occupation and does not require much effort. So a weekend stay from this isolation @ savitha chechi's(sister) place was like a therapy and in addition to it ,some old melodies sung live by Mr Bhanu  @ their beautiful club house was just divine. A vocalist and a pianist by profession, his vocal is his greatest gift and believe me when i say ,it was pleasure to have a musical weekend. His effortless way of singing did make me jealous, not because i cant sing, but his ability to indulge in those keys and to be able to vanish in his own melodious world without getting distracted by the surroundings. Aaaaah, what more could one ask for. Nothings could distract him and nothing could stop him. He was all alone ,but  his supreme gift. Oh ,he too was isolated, but his was by choice and am sure unlike me he ain't regretting it. His being a musical isolation.

the new year 2012

Welcome 2012...hope u enjoy and endure ur stay with me:))