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…