so it beginz,this story of mine like every thing else- a colg, a city and a little bit of luck.wen i landed to mumbai little did i recognise tht it is a place which has hidden gestures.
But now i know that its filled with the sweet sweatin smell of hope tht is the opposite of hate;and its the sour stifeled smell of greed , tht is the opposit of love.Its the smell of gods,demons,empires and civilisations tht r in resurection and decay. its the blue skin smell of the sea, no matter wer u r on the island city,and the blood metal smell of machienes. It smells of stir sleep and waste of 60 million animals half of them humans and the othr half rats. It smeels of heartbreak,and the struggle to live,and of crucial failures and loves that produce our courage...
the choking humidity makes amphibians of us all, in mumbai,breathing water in air we learn to live with it or else LEAVE IT!
Now wenever i return to mumbai, its my first sense of the city-that smell, above all things -that welcomes meh and above all makes meh feel at home....
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Thursday, April 19, 2007
the twinkle in their eyes..
on my counch in half slumber,
a moving picture crosses my mind
those sparkling eyes
those joyful smiles
they hold my thoughts
and make me wonder.
what they have within them?
so strong yet tender,
so soft and warm
so moist yet clear
the twinkle in their eyes yet clear
the spark in their life.
at any hour,at any tym
that hidden laughter ,that gleaming light,
that powerful spirit
that worlds delight.
you shout , you scold,
you love, you mould,
their innocent soul gets carved like gold
those twinkling eyes,
that sparkling smile
I lie on my counch
and often behold!!
a moving picture crosses my mind
those sparkling eyes
those joyful smiles
they hold my thoughts
and make me wonder.
what they have within them?
so strong yet tender,
so soft and warm
so moist yet clear
the twinkle in their eyes yet clear
the spark in their life.
at any hour,at any tym
that hidden laughter ,that gleaming light,
that powerful spirit
that worlds delight.
you shout , you scold,
you love, you mould,
their innocent soul gets carved like gold
those twinkling eyes,
that sparkling smile
I lie on my counch
and often behold!!
when i will leave you...
when i looked around me
all that i could c
wer the playful images of you and me
suddenly tym passed
and i wasnt evn aware
that it was tym for me
to face my biggest fear.
all i just wanted and wished us to b
was to stay close together
i wanted you to b wth me
now all that i could think of
is what will i do?
wen the parting tym comes-wen i would leave you
I will always remmbr your smile
that touched all hearts
it was the shine of my eyes and with it ,it had a special art,
An art which created comfort and could easily to happiness sadness convert
will i see that smile again?
will it again bring end to my pains?
like a spear,it is piercing my heart and,
you cant imagine the pain that i would go through.
when the parting tym would come
WHEN I WOULD LEAVE YOU....
all that i could c
wer the playful images of you and me
suddenly tym passed
and i wasnt evn aware
that it was tym for me
to face my biggest fear.
all i just wanted and wished us to b
was to stay close together
i wanted you to b wth me
now all that i could think of
is what will i do?
wen the parting tym comes-wen i would leave you
I will always remmbr your smile
that touched all hearts
it was the shine of my eyes and with it ,it had a special art,
An art which created comfort and could easily to happiness sadness convert
will i see that smile again?
will it again bring end to my pains?
like a spear,it is piercing my heart and,
you cant imagine the pain that i would go through.
when the parting tym would come
WHEN I WOULD LEAVE YOU....
the start of sumthin new...
a new beginning, a new resolution,
new adventures,new friends,
with same old,cherishable,loving
MEMORIES
a new way, a new guide,
new ventures,new companions,
towards one bright new
ACHIEVEMENT
spontaneous hard work, self faith,
real confidence, bettr result,
for one and the foremost thing
SUCCESS
new adventures,new friends,
with same old,cherishable,loving
MEMORIES
a new way, a new guide,
new ventures,new companions,
towards one bright new
ACHIEVEMENT
spontaneous hard work, self faith,
real confidence, bettr result,
for one and the foremost thing
SUCCESS
Friday, March 23, 2007
changing bonds.....
life is indeed beautiful!i have lot of reasons to enjoy it!!friendshipbeing foremost!
As a girl of 16 i m foolhardy about friends.they are my second life.this relationship is the most flambouyant relationship i have witnessed.little heartbreaks,perilious fights,secret adorations..all shared and supported by a comrade....this bond is still extant but its defination changes year by year...as i grow up..
at the age of 19.i grew restricted to sharin the love of friend with only few peoplewhom i thot cud fulfill my nate,with a purity as clean as mine.My circle of 35 close buddies drenches down to juz 15 in nomber.
As my life unfolded and years pased,without taking notice of my pace with time,the time ran.And i walked briskly to catch up with it as a result giving friendship a new delation-STAY IN TOUCH.Little did i know that as the years spun I got highly involved in my schedule leaving aside the strongest bond to the least of priority.
At the age of 50 i have friends to laugh,enjoy,share but no friends to open the gravest corner of my heart which once used to b flowery. as the time cliked the flowers turned into weds and high scrapping bushes of anger,hatred,hurt and revenge found soil to grow.
And today at 65, I am sitting on a bench of a garden with my old school friend. As the time sublimes,he just watches me grow old with the graveness which is degenerating the lovely bond-friendship.
The bond at the end might fall as a shooting star from the dark sky of my feelings getting stagered.And the mute spectators of its fall-My friends would just wish that they could give a shoulder....
As a girl of 16 i m foolhardy about friends.they are my second life.this relationship is the most flambouyant relationship i have witnessed.little heartbreaks,perilious fights,secret adorations..all shared and supported by a comrade....this bond is still extant but its defination changes year by year...as i grow up..
at the age of 19.i grew restricted to sharin the love of friend with only few peoplewhom i thot cud fulfill my nate,with a purity as clean as mine.My circle of 35 close buddies drenches down to juz 15 in nomber.
As my life unfolded and years pased,without taking notice of my pace with time,the time ran.And i walked briskly to catch up with it as a result giving friendship a new delation-STAY IN TOUCH.Little did i know that as the years spun I got highly involved in my schedule leaving aside the strongest bond to the least of priority.
At the age of 50 i have friends to laugh,enjoy,share but no friends to open the gravest corner of my heart which once used to b flowery. as the time cliked the flowers turned into weds and high scrapping bushes of anger,hatred,hurt and revenge found soil to grow.
And today at 65, I am sitting on a bench of a garden with my old school friend. As the time sublimes,he just watches me grow old with the graveness which is degenerating the lovely bond-friendship.
The bond at the end might fall as a shooting star from the dark sky of my feelings getting stagered.And the mute spectators of its fall-My friends would just wish that they could give a shoulder....
passion and pragmatism....
i am one of the believers whom god sent to this earth.a normal person walking in a very mystifying yet slowly unraveling,whimsical yet passionately true path called LIFE.
I wake up everyday to carve myself for my future.my mind holding a hunger fr a very common desire of this world.. SUCESS....
my aim is to reach the stars as the jolt appears wth the change of weather,as swift as water subsidises thirst,as promptly as the cyclone vivaciously subverts the living conditions. but at the end all these desires are eaten up but a devouring monster-PRACTICALITY-which takes time and requires patience to achieve.I realise that it is a slow process but not too often do i get these types of hots.
Another far more complementary and humourously ridiculing thought which comes to my mind is " where am i going? where will i end? As a dictator,happy to acomplish what he has or a Beggar,who is looked upon as a bloody parasite who sticks on road for pence as if it was his RIGHT.
at the end my craze and foggy state of mind is overcome by my will to work hard for my future-learn,grasp,comprehend and fight to become a despot.stand high on the peak according to my own way of measuring the height of the mountain.and i then know that i have to submit to NOW rather then flying in the FUTURE and start my everyday schedule cuz i know this is juz a beginning.....
I wake up everyday to carve myself for my future.my mind holding a hunger fr a very common desire of this world.. SUCESS....
my aim is to reach the stars as the jolt appears wth the change of weather,as swift as water subsidises thirst,as promptly as the cyclone vivaciously subverts the living conditions. but at the end all these desires are eaten up but a devouring monster-PRACTICALITY-which takes time and requires patience to achieve.I realise that it is a slow process but not too often do i get these types of hots.
Another far more complementary and humourously ridiculing thought which comes to my mind is " where am i going? where will i end? As a dictator,happy to acomplish what he has or a Beggar,who is looked upon as a bloody parasite who sticks on road for pence as if it was his RIGHT.
at the end my craze and foggy state of mind is overcome by my will to work hard for my future-learn,grasp,comprehend and fight to become a despot.stand high on the peak according to my own way of measuring the height of the mountain.and i then know that i have to submit to NOW rather then flying in the FUTURE and start my everyday schedule cuz i know this is juz a beginning.....
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