An Ode

A word...an expression...that led to lines of meaning

A sense...a sweet surmise...that became an Experience...

A longing...a wandering...that leads to all the walks

A shine...the long shadows...that led to the cocooned shelter

A rain...the soakings...that lead to virginal sensations

A touch...a depth in the eyes...that led to belief

A teardrop...a laughter...that led to the warmth of being

A togetherness...a love that led to bliss

A Heaven...A Life...A beauty...and all lead to “You”...

Unexpressed expression....

Right there in those eyes, i saw what i could ever want to see, i always believed that eyes can express more than we can say, i saw the love in your eyes... but certainly i noticed a small void amidst it as well. But today, i do not find the void anymore... i search for it but i cannot see... i love the bright eyes when you are happy, i love the zealous hue when you are trying and i love the mischievous blue when you are naughty... maybe the void was never there, or maybe it has filled its blanks whatever it is, it sure is very pure. And right there, in those eyes, i saw what i could ever want to see. Love you.

Little pieces of glass...
little threads of gold...
lets see wat i can make of them...
as the picture unfold.

A girl dancing...
a bird singing...
the distant sun,
setting on the hill atop.

The life sparkles...
the day aglow
pretty flowers all spread through
on the soft grass.

The trees sway in the wind
and the music spreads...
far and wide, across the landscape
and beyond the trough.

The thread blends in
with the golden sun
the view sparkles thru' the glass
And the picture seems done.

No wait! where is the galore
of fun and of love...
Where is the touch,
of innocence and of beauty.

Lets make the girl smile...
Its different now, isn't it
and let the same smile
blend in with u, to make u smile too.

...unpredictably late...

...december's been surrealy fantastic this year...every year I look at it with some deal of anticipation...and am always helplessly and cruelly disappointed by its lackadaisical exit...and my hopes pinned again on the year again that is to breathe life...this december is a precursor to a virgin land of untrodden paths...and comforting signposts...of warm breaths...and frosts on the mirror...of fluid spirits...of feather-light touches...and the gay abandon of a true time...of loopy words...of goofy gestures...of an impassioned mind...to infant dreams...to lucid reality...to distant sighs...and faint reverberations...of hall-room echoes...and the edginess of some voices...to laughter...to joy...to tears..to believing...to walking in the summer rains...to laying back lazily and smiling...to the imperishable silence between the words that are spoken...to that sound that is heard when nothing is said but the want is there...to the coffees that sizzle in beautifukl mugs...to sounds that break that silence of the nights...to the semi-addled state of happiness when you are walking the thin line between half-awake and half-asleep...to running...to catching-the-breaths-back...to strolling...to mid-morning thoughts...to dusky refelctions...to the self...to the truth...to happiness...to sadness...to a life unlived and yet not unfamiliar...to everything in between...to god for those who believe in...to faith for those who don't believe in...


...wishing you whoever have somehow in someway or the other come across here...or have not too...a very happy new year...live with passion...care to make resolutions if you want to...and care to live in peace...love and happiness...care to respect your thoughts...and never disown them...care to have no regrets...may you all live in interesting times...

JANUARY ...ahoy!!!

...points of views...

..I don’t like alcohol…
…I don’t like people who drink it…and then come and talk to me…
…I don’t like the stink that comes off it…
…I don’t like when a lovely moment...an exquisite event…a wonderful time..
Becomes the justification for people getting unabashedly intoxicated.
…I don’t think you need a shot of illicit stuff to sense what’s beautiful…
…I just think people in general have grown frail…

…I don’t like cigarettes either…
…I don’t like when someone smokes beside me…I feel I cannot breathe…
…I am amused by the notion that it’s masculine…
…I have many male-friends…who are non-smokers…
…and unsurprisingly enough…they are doing admirably well with their lives…
…but I do think some cigarettes do have trendy names… sounds very classy…
Think of a Davidoff…A Pine…A Camel…A Marlboro…A Rothmans…A 555…
…A Benson and Hedges…sounds so exotically macho…don’t they…?
…but I guess…that’s it to them…
…but I don’t have an opinion on cigars…never have held one in my hand either…seen them on TVs…
…movies…and magazines…I know they are very costly…which means…
...common man will perhaps stay untouched…but I guess there is no second to…
…human persistence…

…et al…I don’t like intermissions in the theater…I seldom catch the flow thereafter…I don’t like swatting mosquitoes in the dark…such a pain…I don’t like when I fail to feel the pinch of the air in December…and people say it’s winter everywhere around…I don’t like the well-dressed mannequins in the display-cases of retail-stores…few of us come endowed with such flawless figures actually…I don’t like mystery novels…somehow makes me want to read the last page even before when I have started reading the first one…more of an incapacity than a personal perspective maybe...I don’t like when I go into the perfume section of a store…and they don’t have a tester of the one I intend to buy…I don’t like mail-forwards wishing me "good-morning" a bazillion times…I don’t like synthetic flowers in bouquets…just because they would not wither…where did freshness go…however transient it is…I don’t like the mall-culture…or hyper-market crowds where too many people gather for so little purpose…I don’t like kids asking their dads who have trouble walking to get down on escalators…especially when they are hesitant…I don’t like it when someone waits for someone and once in a while looks at the watch ever so continually…they are gonna arrive…there is a quaint pleasure in waiting even…do not spoil it by keeping track of the time you have been alone…I don’t like when I walk into a party and I find that all are busy doing things that I am least comfortable doing…I don’t like the sight of cracks in glass…I don’t like when you have to say "goodbye" when you have hardly spoken a word to each other…I don’t like when your tears run dry and you are still unconsoled…I don’t like when I think that the people I like can seldom be seen…I don’t like that telepathy is still not a common phenomenon…I don’t like that all which remains after I wake up are the residues of the dream…I don’t like that ‘love’ is tossed around in a game of convenience these days…and mouthed with scant conviction…I don’t like the colors "pink", " orange" and "grey"…I don’t like the luxury of so many channels on TV these days…and the ineluctable irony of the overlapping timings of the few good shows I intend to watch…I don’t like cloud-filled skies on a serene night on desolate terraces…I don’t like when…music…life...signs…shapes…shadows…tunes…words…lyrics…the young kid sucking his thumb in the melee…the young girl holding a kite and running towards her father…the young girl sewing her 60 year old husband’s frayed trousers in fading light by the window…a young man holding his lover to his heart on her deathbed…an old woman knitting a sweater for her yet to be born grand-child…a man holding his tears back as he sees his estranged wife in someone else’s arms…a woman putting her man to sleep after he had a hard day at work or someone bringing someone a well-intended but somehow ill-prepared cup of morning tea when that special someone is still in the throes of her sleep…a young girl winking at a young boy without knowing exactly what it means and smiling…goes unsung…goes unnoticed…gets drowned in the surrounding din…

..A Pause...

A Step
The Walk
Barren is,
Ground Beneath.

Young Mornings
Bird Twitter
Life revoked
And Redeemed.

Synthetic Expressions
Fills the Silence.
Disconcertingly
Disturbs the Quiet.

Hope
Anxiety
Beliefs
Disappointments.

Flicker
The Light
Hesitation,
Undefined.

Decays,
The Pain.
Music
And Love.

Dreams,
Unfettered.
Life and,
Love.

Colors,
And Shadows.
A mirage.
My Heart.

A Thousand Meanings
Enwrapped.
Within Recesses
Of The Voice.

Thoughts,
In Panic.
Lest they May,
Be Unheard.

Those Eyes
Curious.
Look for,
The Shadows In Dark.

The Young Man,
In keen Spirits.
Dances in,
His Torn Shoes.

My Self,
My Mind.
Now Sings,
In Symphony.

Words,
With jagged Edges.
Cut through
This Silence.

A Sudden Thrill,
No Reasons Sought.
Gingerly Walks in,
My Happiness.

Midst Pain,
And Passion.
Still Incomplete
This moment.


...lyrically yours...

...a lazy sigh,some randomness...

"...The sense of the familiar
In someone's else desk
The words spring to life once more...


A sharp morning ray
The twitch in my eyes
A dream come true


Afternoon sparkle
Midst leaves of that big tree
A lone bird sings...


Through the windows of a car
Fast moving images
The child grows old...


Late-night conversations,words start to mean
As sound begins to wane
Over a thousand miles.

Wishes come true as melody undresses
And a smile seems to spark
On those faraway sleepy lips...


...still over a thousand miles..."

....resuscitatingly yours...