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Never GoodBye

How the words escaped
the teeming mind
How the world seemed
to stop short in its
never ending journey
round and round

All because of
the qualms of parting
Fears looming large
Of deprivation
Of love, Of amity
Of solitude

Little does the
heart know that
Goodbye is a mirage
that ebbs away
leaving behind
The indelible,
The ever cherished,
The omnipresent,
Memories.

P.S.1 : Dedicated to Srivi :-)
Best Friends Forever.
Wherever you go
Together we shall stay
In our heart
In our Dreams

P.S.2 :My first attempt at poetry. Please forgive thee for any mistakes

The Journey

Maybe the end is not what we think it is, maybe its just a point from which we choose a different path,
a new path ,
a better path.

The rambling is at The Journey

P.S : Back after a long hiatus.Feels great to be back!!!

Tied Up,Again

Tagged!! Here goes...

“Here’s The Challenge: Make a list of five strengths that you possess as a writer/artist. It’s not really bragging, it’s an honest assessment (forced upon you by this darn meme). Please resist the urge to enumerate your weaknesses, or even mention them in contrast to each strong point you list. Tag four other writers or artists whom you’d like to see share their strengths.”


First : I am not going to categorize my strengths as a writer. Feels like writing an exam!!
Second :Well since I am not going to categorize it there is not really a second or third. I just did that out of habit :)

At the risk of sounding cliched, I always enjoyed writing. As a kid I used to have this diary filled with stories which never got finished and poems which always had to rhyme and hence the last words in all the lines would not always make sense. It was fun. But then comes the pressure of education not to mention the over hyped "Peer pressure" that makes you join the rat race and jump in to the bandwagon beginning to run, not knowing why, not knowing the destination andthe worst of all not knowing if you really want to run!

I do not think I want to run. But am I doing it? Yes, I am. Do I know why I am running? No I don't. I need an escape route. I need something that makes me feel that there is something more to life than just the meaningless running which I cannot stop for some reason. Well not that I do not know the reason . Lets just say I am scared to stop running and do what I want to do. And that is because I simply have no idea what I really want to do.Muddled yeah!

Writing helps me bring to paper my thoughts on everything. It gives me an individuality. It makes me stand out in a crowd. I am able to weave stories ( I would not really call them stories) lets just call them splice of life incidents out of the things I see around me.It helps me relate what I see around me and tie that to one of my thought processes.And I find that exciting.It thrills me to do something creative or atleast attempt something creative.

If you guys are thinking that the tag and what I have been saying here have as much connection as an auto and a meter in chennai, well then Kudos! I have digressed way too much only because I really dont know what my strengths are. I just found a way to translate what I see and more importantly what I feel in to sets of incidents which almost everyone goes through in their everyday life but seldom give a second thought. I try to bring about the importance of devouring and savoring certain teeny tiny moments that get lost in translation in the fast paced ever running race , LIFE.

I am tagging
Rahul,Harish,Adithya (Nah! I do know math, just decided three will do)

Poles Apart???

"So what's your favorite chocolate? I love the five star"

"I think its the worst chocolate anyone could ever come up with. Nothing to beat fruit and nut"

"Oh that doll is just so cute, don't you think so?"

"Its a stuffed toy, What is so cute about it, Its just a pillow with weird faces on it and which is ten times as costly as one."

"I love this film, its so cute, what say you?"

"You know what, there are certain things I don't think I will ever get, There is absolutely no logic in this film. There is a guy, a girl, 2 more guys, 1 more girl and they have this ever confusing, tumultuous, twisty turvy love story,where in the end no one even remembers who they fell in love with, and here you are pouring your eyes out for a bunch of losers"

"Coffee"

"Tea"

"Shopping"

"Cricket"

"Can we go for a walk?"

"Can I watch the TV?"

"Ever wondered who would best exemplify stark contrasts?"

"wonder,Ha ha I know it, Its you and me!!"

"How do you think we will work out! We seem to be poles apart!"

"Apart?.That's the last thing I would consider us to be. Yes we are the different poles but there is no way we are apart.Who says people with same preferences should be together. It's the person that counts. It's how good I feel in your presence or rather how crappy I feel in your absence. What's the fun if you and I agree on everything. Where would the variety come from ? What will we do agreeing on every single thing ? where would our conversations go ? How will we argue? How will we fight? How will we make up after those fights?

The differences is what makes it exciting. Its the person that you are that I am in love with. The person who loves five star, the one who thinks stuffed toys are the best thing ever invented by man after the wheel, the one who loves insensible tiny little things , torch bearer of mushy romantic films which if I may add no guy will ever do,hates logic in any and everything,cannot figure left from right,gets lost at every given opportunity, has a thought process that is diametrically opposite to mine, that is the person I am in love with.Do you know why?

Because of all the differences. THese make you the person that you are. I would never want to change anything about you.Cause then you would not be the person I fell crazy in love with. I treasure the differences.It's defines the person I am in love with.

(Her smile lit up the house) "chalk and cheese then, right?"

"Yup, And I cant get enough of the cheese, you know!!"


(pushing him away)"You know there is a great shah rukh movie going on..."


"oh no...."

...............

p.s : Though I think its painfully evident which the guy is and which the girl is.Just in case it alternates between guy and the girl,starting with the girl.

Lost and Found

It was a stark contrast. She then understood what a world of difference meant. There she was looking up straining her head as much as she could, not minding the way her neck kept hurting her. Any pain was worth this sight. What baffled her most was the difference between them, and they way they both influenced her thought process. How your thoughts change with the scenes you see, the things you hear. How evanescent are they? And if your thoughts describe you, how evanescent are you?

On one side of the big dark blanket were the dazzlers. The new born ones created by man to provide for his needs and of course enhance the beauty of the place. To give it the due credit, she did think it was an amazing effort and it impressed her. Whoever said manmade spectacles aren’t worth watching! This one was. She dint really know if it would qualify as a spectacle but then she had long stopped adhering to definitions. Who made them anyways? The city was lit up, full of neon lights and various other luminous stuff. And there she was catching a glimpse of the entire city. This was what perspective was. When you are in your own tiny little apartment, you seem to be the center of everything, but when you are out having a view of your city, you are lost. Where was she? And why was she lost somewhere in the great glowing city?

Why were there always so many questions? Why did they pound her all the time? And who really is she satisfying by answering those? There’s never an end is there? It’s like a question after a question. Her mind was like a quiz master on fire. Only this one had no answers. And why did that scare her?

She just turned around and looked at the sky. Nothing could actually describe the sight. The expression a star studded sky would simply not do justice to the sight. It was a black ocean with sparklers floating all over it. She couldn’t figure out a start and an end. It seemed eternal. It was then she had all her questions flowing back to her. Having a zillion questions in her mind was never really an issue for her. Somehow this time she wasn’t scared of them. Bring it on she thought.

The big black sky did not make her feel lost, did not make her fell tiny. Isn’t that what most people say when they look at the sky at the night? She had no clue why they said that. There were hundreds of stars in the sky and not one of them was lost in the river of darkness. Every one of them made a presence. She couldn’t take her eyes of them . She kept looking at the twinkling ones at all directions. She tried figuring out which ones constitute constellations. She tried figuring out which ones weren’t twinkling. Every one of them stood out, very elegantly making a presence.

Turning down she looked at the city again. Was she really lost? Nah, she was sure she wasn’t, for she was not meant to be lost, neither is anyone else. That’s what the universe conspires to. The city which was really a teeny tiny speck in the universe made her feel lost, when the interminable sky helped her discover her presence. What a world of a difference?

Was she really lost? She dint think so. Did the one tiny little star at the far end of the sky twinkling away to glory get lost?

I want an Elevator!!!

Ever wondered why everything in life is got to be a struggle. I mean are there people for whom everything is a breeze ? If so have you wondered in which planet these people live in and why we are never one of them. I mean it would not kill us to have things done real easy once in a while , don't you think ? Should everything be a fight ensued by jitters wondering what the outcome is going to be, if we are going to succeed in whatever our attempt maybe.Should every step we take on any front be necessarily an anxiety-causing one? Should the devil who whispers constantly in our ears "You might fail you know" with an exceedingly satisfied and smug look on his face always travel with us?

Why should they be steps in the first place? why cant we have elevators that just carry us to where we want?

So Steps or Elevators guys???????