soul searching

shakespeare in love

2012-02-13T14:48:00.000-08:00

what is of love that makes men go soft
what is that love that makes the world disappear

cause there is no love,
of not the love that two lovers swoon.

the love is both fury and rage
of untold desires
and unquenched thirst
where you are there and no longer there

like a storm that calms those raging waves
its the hottest day in the icey winds
the feeling of being overwhelmed in the rains
where you are there and no longer there.

its the lovely face that you see in the moon
and the beautiful smile that you see in the river
the sweet voice that a nightangle sings
where you are and no longer there.

ruffled leaves

2012-02-07T09:30:00.001-08:00

it was quiet, and empty. it did feel really empty and he was all alone. it was evening , and hardly anything moved in this street. the trees were just turning green, and the leaves were strewn in no apparent order. the sun was almost setting , it was warm and he walked aimlessly.
he stopped and looked ahead , he could hardly see anything. he realized he actually did not know where he was going. he looked back, and those brown leaves. the color had faded, it was the leaves from the past. but they looked so beautiful. and they were beautiful adding color and life to the trees. but now it was all history. everytime he looked at them, he felt different. he felt something was missing, probably missing. but was he sure ?
or was it the green leaves that lay in front of him. waiting to be picked up, waiting to be shown some human empathy, a tender touch. could that be troubling his wandering mind right now. the leaves were ahead, in the future and a new experience to unfold. the joy of discovering , the joy of the unkown but that left him a little trembling. but he knew the future would be the past, the green leaves will soon turn into brown. yes he knew he could only pick this green leaf and hold it for sometime, he had to drop it eventually. however he knew the green leaf wanted to be kept forever. was the conflict causing so much trouble. he did want to pick it up, tempting but he knew it could burn his fingers... the sun was shining brightly. how long could he stand there , he had to walk past this green leaf or pick it up.

felt like the first time

2012-01-27T08:28:00.000-08:00

She leaned over him, he could distinctly smell the faint traces of perfume. Her blonde wavy hair just about fell on his lap. He tried not to feel all blushy by this entire act. She sat down back on her seat and looked back to her friends. And what followed after that was only something an Italian could understand. But what he understood was rahul Gandhi, why he had to chose an Italian.
He stole a look at her , her cheeks were the color of pale orange , blue radiant eyes and beautiful blonde hair. She was the epitome of cuteness, and he could sense a hundred different feelings melting away in euphoria.
Blue eyes, yes it was the blue eyes …. Hmmm yes definitely the blue eyes. But probably also the orange cheeks … before he could complete his chain of thoughts she brushed her blonde hair and again smiled randomly. She got and leaned over .. what was it. Now he was curious too. After all they were in a stationary aeroplane , and the only thing remotely interesting would be … it was difficult to ascertain. But to make sure he looked out too, but found nothing significant that could catch a girls attention. Maybe Italian girls liked to look at runways. He looked upwards, cheers to low cost airlines and their no seat number policy. He could visualize his friends saying “dude didn’t you go there and sit right next to her.” Hahaha well he didn’t. not at all, he was all lost in a strange land. Milan was not that big a city but he felt strange. He took a seat by the window as soon as he could and sat smugly in the corner waiting for the flight to leave.
Suddenly he saw someone familiar placing a bag in the seat right next to him. He looked and saw the girl’s friend. Ah atleast someone interesting , if not the cute girl who he saw during check in atleast her friend sits next to him. But god must have been really happy with him. The cute girl did indeed most definitely sit next to him. The joy in his heart knew no bounds, it felt like the first time he saw a really cute girl. He knew he had to talk to her and talk to her he did. But obviously he didn’t account for the fact that Italians speak English as good as tamilians speak hindi , well there are exceptions in every case.
After another round of the same getting-up-leaning-looking at the runway, obviously nothing he complained of the plane started on its journey. He knew that this journey was going to be interesting. The only thought that stuck in his brain was , play the tourist card ..play the tourist card … and obiously now that his brain was converging to a pea size faster than his algorithms he couldn’t think of any other brilliant ideas. He removed the map of leuven , looked at it , turned it square and upside down. From the corner of his eye he looked if she even noticed but alarmingly she buried herself in a book. Damn it. Not the way a girl who leans over and looks at runway react. He had to seize the moment but at the same time act cool.
“excuse me, hi I am going to Belgium for the first time and was wondering if you could help.”
And she turned , oh god that beautiful eyes, it was hard not to look away. She smiled, and instantly he forgot almost everything.
“yhes hyes .. my help you want” the accent killed it. He knew all he wanted to do on the journey was listen to her.
After explaning that he wanted help with directions and his first time in Belgium confused him to no extent. She looked very thoughtfully
“ well my first time too but I can help if you want to translate something to English.” Damn where were those French maps when you need them.
Obviously with no exotic language maps he had to go back to quiet-think-new-idea to talk to cutest girl ever. Then after what seemed ages he blurted. “excuse me, but I am kinda bored and we could speak about something if you like.”
She smiled, a radiant smile … okk he got to stop describing.
“of kourshe wheare aaaree you from and whaet do you .. sorry whaaet you dho here.” He smiled and now he was in his elements. Obviously she apologized that since her English was in a bad shape she couldnt talk much. The conversation was delightful, she laughed at his jokes … well the jokes were good too. And then every other moment she would turn back laughing, giggling with her friends in Italian. He wished he had a secret Italian translator. But how did he know that after today he wouldn’t talk to her again anyways.

the nicest day in nice

2012-01-22T15:49:00.000-08:00

surreal he felt. deep down he wanted to run behind the train and stop her. it happened in a moment , all gone too fast. the days washed away behind him with not a drop left to savor. she was like the wind, the fresh air that god breathes into the world.

iron man

2011-08-04T14:35:00.001-07:00

strange , this was probably the first time. there was no emotion at all, staring across her over the windows through the darkness he felt nothing. was it him or was it her. he didnt understand.
he patted her and he knew there was nothing inside him that hold him to her. as she looked at him he understood the gaze and looked away. he knew how it was not to reciprocate, how it was to be disconnected. he didnt know if he felt bad or he felt guilty. but he knew something inside him died. the innocent and passionate being that existed and waited for love now no longer cared. he didnt care about her past, present or future. it didnt matter to him.

snap

2011-06-22T06:46:00.000-07:00

the pain was throbbing in his forehead. he couldnt stop it at all , he couldnt stop it at all. he felt helpless , powerless to do anything about it. it was hitting him over and over again. frustrating him, devouring every other thought or activity. he wanted to stop and stop and stop the feeling that was coming from inside his stomach. he didnt know what would make it right, what would make it go away. he wanted to release it far away with nowhere near him.

blue eyes

2011-06-11T00:25:00.001-07:00

when i am feeling blue
all i have to do
is take a look at you
then am not so blue

he looked into those eyes, he saw the smile. it was a beautiful moment. lest his words broke it he remained silent. far away in a distant land suddenly he felt normal again.

to the wonder years

2011-05-31T02:39:00.001-07:00

he thought about the television series - wonder years , made him smile, captured the essentials of childhood. certain extracts

"it was the first heart i had ever broken, and in a way my own heart was aching
it was not fair.
all our young lives we search for someone to love
someone who makes us complete
we chose partners and change partners
we dance to a song of heartbreak and hope
all the while wondering if somewhere somehow there is someone perfect
who might be searching for us"

"there are things in life that matter
things in the past that cant be denied
she was a part of me and i was a part of her
and no matter what
for as long as we lived
i knew i could never let her go"

"once upon a time there was a girl i knew
when she smiled i smiled
when she cried i cried
that day we promised each other
no matter what we will always be together
it was a promise full of passion, truth and wisdom
it was a kind of promise that can only come from the hearts of the very young"

"and i guess thats when i finally understood, i have been part of her past ..
a past she wanted to forget.
and now there was nothing to do but go."

a ode

2011-05-29T01:05:00.000-07:00

it was the summer, hot and the fan was running with that rythm. one could hear that sound every 5 seconds just about saving you from the hot sun shining brightly. the air was warm and the room was brightly lit with the windows and door open. in the background he could hear his mom speaking to his domestic help. the vessels, the water dripping from the tap ... and the music from the computer blaring "when i look into your eyes, i can see the love restrained ..."

but he was vaguely unaware. present but totally absent. sitting on the chair, which was not the most comfortable one around he was oblivious to everything else. he was in a different world reconstructing characters, putting faces and visualizing situations. he eyes were devouring the words in front of him. wodehouse transported him into a different world, a world which delighted him. made him singularly happy about life, the characters were always the good natured person he rarely came across in life. the words, the similes, the metaphors, the ironies conjured up tales of unending beauty. and there would be intricate situations woven together with a myraid number of characters whose conflicting characters contributed to the single most endearing characteristic of his books - humour. he laughed, he laughed aloud, he laughed without any mirth, he laughed for laughters sake. it was the most beautiful way of laughing. he treasured it. nothing that happened, or anyone in his life would or could steal it away.

his mom walked past him, wondering what in hell had possessed her child. there he was on a chair unmindful of her calling out to him, with a book in hand and laughing out to himself. she smiled, she knew, she left him alone. he didnt notice that, but he didnt care about it.

there was a beautiful flow in the story, the innocent and a straightforward grace, the mannerisms, the language, and the typical greetings used by the characters. he reveled in it, he was transported into a different land. a land of mind numbling simplicity and dreams. a thing of beauty is a joy forever....

sweet child !

2011-05-27T05:11:00.000-07:00

she's got a smile that it seems to me
reminds me of childhood memories
where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky.

now and then when i see her face
she takes me away to that special place
and if i stare too long ill probably break down and cry

oh oh oh sweet child of mine
oh sweet love of mine

she's got eyes of the bluest skies
as if they thought of rain
i'd hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain
her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
where as a child i'd hide
and pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by

oh sweet child of mine.
oh sweet love of mine !

familiar

2011-05-20T03:01:00.000-07:00

he thought about it. hmmmm , it made sense to him probably. human emotions he knew were complicated and diverse and so many. its difficult to experience each and every facet.
he felt disconnected as he heard the speech, not because he was not interested. only cause he knew the interest would only defeat the purpose. the trains chugging along gave him something to wonder about. trains arrive and leave, they dont stay.

he suddenly felt a warmth. he felt very comfortable, it was the sunshine of the days. he could see the pain, he could see the excitement, he could see the disappointment, he could see the expectation, he could see the euphoria, he could see the tears. it was quite a while since someone had reached inside. he wanted to fight it all away. the question of permanence filled his mind with doubts.

he walked away hands in his pocket, the crowd carried him away from home.

evanescence

2011-04-20T06:59:00.000-07:00

he was running ... running and running, fast and faster. the tall grass hardly could stop him. he looked around him as if challenging the wind to overtake him. his hair being blown away with his speed. yet momentarily some time back he had felt tired, sluggish and slow. but now he was running on the vast green fields. it was green grass all around and his eyes could make out those brown mountains in the distance. there was the afternoon sun in all its splendour, looking at it directly sent a warm chill up his spine. he wanted to reach for the sun ... soon he saw what he was running into , a drop and he didnt know what that was. he didnt care.

he ran faster as he saw the end, his face flushed with happiness .. bright and glowing in the sunshine. his brain had no thoughts, wow he was now only 10 steps away .... 5 .. 4 and saw the most beautiful cliff he had ever seen and endless blue water below. it was exhilirating.

and before everything could register in his brain, he felt no ground under his feet. ah he was in air !! floating ? he was tired but now he was resting in those invisible arms. he closed his eyes. he was tired, a heavy feeling in his head. there were moments when he felt irritated for no reason, frustrated that things werent going his way. sometimes he felt bad, thinking about how people will react ... he cared a little too much or maybe he didnt. maybe he hurt people a little too much. he wanted his mind to be simple , uncluttered , uncomplicated .. he wanted to feel like now .. there was no feeling. he was gently swaying in the air from side to side... feeling very smug. the sun kept him warm enough, the trees kept him pleasant , the birds sang .. and he felt light .. he felt uncomplicated ... he was descending slowly to the vast expanse of water. it was blue , the sunlight bounced off from the surface , glittering sparkles , it felt serene ... and he hit the water.. the fluid covered him completely in no time at all. he vanished into oblivion. he no longer existed above the water..

the alarm rang and he woke up. it is yesterday once more..

a thing called home

2011-04-13T01:36:00.000-07:00

he woke up with a start, his mouth felt really dry. slowly all the silence was filled with noise and sounds all around him. he felt dusty, sweaty and uncomfortable. as he lay on the ground and slowly opened his eyes he felt the green grass comforting him underneath. it was cold, but not really colder than what he felt. as he adjusted his eyes to the world outside he saw people packing things, some already on their way. some people eating a little bit of food which was supposed to last the entire journey. the sun was bright, the mountains glorious .. the valley in front of him magnificent. but that was all that seemed positive. he turned around his back and saw what they had left, left behind ... the thing that was home for so many of them now abandoned, torn apart, fleeing to a different place.

slowly he got up, the weight of his backpack which was still hanging around his shoulders tugging a bit. as he took it out he reached for the cask of water, a few drops to quench his thirst. that strange taste of the teeth which he so despised remained as a result of not brushing for the last couple of days. but atleast he could look forward to better days, a better life. hope. he sat and rested and looked at himself, dirty thing hands. his legs didnt have the strength they used to have before. months of curfew and insecurity didnt help things. he was still in the clothes from his class at the university but not recognizable. the black shirt he wore to signify the protest, the ragged blue jeans with stains ... now torn a bit and all soiled. he ran his fingers through his hair, not smooth as they once used to be ... dry he even flinched when his fingers got entangled in that long hair. he was lost. he was away. he now had given hope to find his family and friends, even a recognizable face in this mass of humans. he felt all alone.

but he had to carry on. there were small children running here and still oblivious to the pains of life, oblivious of what had happened to them and their country. the joy on their faces after being finally set free, not fear but joy. it filled his heart with hope, true the life that he had known till now was destroyed. all that he had was no longer his. previously he had a passion, he lived for a reason .. now all that seemed meanigless. only what was left was his ideas, his principles, the truth and his human emotions. he had to go continue on with hope and find a new place to live. life suddenly seemed hanging by the thread, while once he was merry without a care drinking and dancing now it seemed so insignificant. there were no words .. he moved and started walking to a place where he would now call home.

metamorphosis

2011-03-02T05:14:00.000-08:00

as he sat reading his friend's friend's poem , he realized the acute sense of disconnect he felt similarly long time back. he had grown, grown out of these teenager days and those teenager ideals. those ideals were passionate, were something he stood for, lived by and could have never believed it would be so trampled upon that now it didnt matter at all to him.
rewinding he went back to those days of carefree days of his undergrad. times when the mind was looking for a cause, for a passion, for a reason to believe in something that he could put his energy to. days were spent reading those ayn rand books, george orwell, books that had strong opinions about issues that were relevant to living life. time when we were searching for what exactly to do with life, grappling with emerging contradictions, feeling around to take the next logical step. it was in those days that the strong ideals would be shaped which differed as per the personality of each person. there were discussions, debates about raging issues which then seemed the most important to take a stand on. to have an opinion about.
one of those ideals that everyone espoused was for friendship, friendship no matter what happened. spending those days together made it stronger from the roots, so entwined that one could hardly think about not spending life with each other. laughter, jokes, movies, studies everything was done ... a great deal of time spent in other's company.
and soon there would come a time when everything would unravel. when one would realize friendship is not as immortal as it is made out to be. nor is it possible for it to be perfect, that pristine pure human feeling incapable of being soiled by anyone's actions. but life has its own way of dealing us with lessons. we were dealt with harshly when we would wake up to the realities of life. reality of survival, reality of measuring upto our own lofty standards of achievement .. standards of living life the way we wanted to. however we didnt realize when we formed that ideal of friendship we also formed ideals of achievement , where one might have just destroyed the other. it was impossible for both to co-exist even in a very crippling fashion. and as we came out of that institution the ideals in conflict led us to places we might have dreamt of before in the process sacrificing other ideals.
we changed, adapted and soon outgrew those silly passionate ideals that we were so vocal about. it didnt matter anymore in the face of new challenges .. the emergance of the next phase , a metamorphosis.

of plays and more !

2010-11-14T20:16:00.000-08:00

the entire place quietened down. he stopped fidgeting around and sat up straight. the lights dimmed to pitch darkness. it was the beginning.
and soon he was caught up in the flow of the story, the actors who breathed life into characters ... the change of day into night and night into day , each woven perfectly with no jagged interruptions. and he forgot the world while immersed in the story of the boy .. the boy overcoming his fears , the preacher still motivated by his basic instincts, a man grappling with the loss of his wife at the cost of his children ... the village folk adding to the colors of the life ... and it ended in heartbreak , a touching scene to climax it.
.... and claps ensued. it was a wonderful, delightful play. he enjoyed himself. and as walked out , he realized 'actions are actions, justifying it for any reason cannot make it any noble'.

the sunset walk

2010-08-23T11:44:00.000-07:00

as he got out from the rail station he saw hordes of people after a very long time. but for a change it was relaxed, very unhurried. people walking slowly taking in whats around them. and soon he would realize this city was to be lived like that. it was a tourist spot but the true beauty of it lay in not being a tourist in this city. assimilating the culture and the vagaries of human talent that lay in display.

he walked out and wanted to take the bus for his final destination. he was absorbed in the place hardly noticing the people. he felt a little liberated to be walking alone and not with anyone else.as he reached the main street, he was awed by the architecture, by the very atmosphere. people looked like they are here to have a good time, there was a positive energy all around. as he waited for the bus he could not help but notice the wide variety of people in view. soon taking the bus he went around the coastline. it was beautiful , the sea in all its splendour.

he got a little earlier to walk around the place. the sun was bright and the skies clear. the air was fresh and slowly wafting across in from the sea and there were islands in between that he could see from the land. it was typical of the olden construction near fishing sites. wooden planks laid down and one could feel the raw energy of the sea beating against it. the shops were bright and colorful selling their wares. the road was festive, the restaurants beautiful and tasteful in appearance. trees lined up in the center of the street, with by-lane perpendicular to it rising as it went inland. the buildings rose along with it and was a sight to behold. he stood between the sea and the majestic city that rose in a steep incline on the other side. the human presence was just enough to not disturb the tranquility nor make it suffocating. walking around he felt a strange relaxing feeling surging through his body. the people all around him were taking in the sights of the city, enjoying themselves without a care, living in the moment of this wonderful city.
he kept walking, unable to think anything else watching this entire beautiful scene in front of him. he was right there in the moment soaking in what it had to offer. slowly as he walked the streets became less beautiful, more coarse of the fishing boats era. and then there were a line of shops selling seafood, could he say no.
walking along he saw crabs, lobsters , shrimps and a chalder soup ... getting hold of the shrimps he sat next to the sea in a place where there was hardly anyone. it was further in , almost deserted. the evening was still bright, the sea waves gentle and the breeze cool.

and this was a result of human spirit. of human creation, of human survival and of wants of something more than just existing. some good comes out of wanting more , who was he to judge. it was just a time to immerse further in the splendour of the nightlife. munching on the fried shrimps he ahead of him ...

??

2010-08-20T17:08:00.000-07:00

i find it kinda funny, i find it kinda sad ...

do i feel lucky to have felt something so strongly ?
why does it matter, when it shouldnt.

It's hard to think one has this life, and then all of a sudden — was it a lie ? Its a struggle because it wasn't real. It was hard, but its not the end of the world.

of nights and more

2010-08-17T15:26:00.000-07:00

the night was cold, chilly and he put his hands deeper into the jacket pockets. he was walking along with his friends. and innuendos rang across the group, the leg pulling and the harmless jokes. the walk was quite long , being late at night and in a boisterous mood nothing could be better. the weekend lay in front of him and he wanted to do nothing at all. thats a comfort.
the plan was to drink a little more in the porch of the house. and there was enough for everyone, many brands .. the setting was perfect. and it was a quiet nrighborhood in between beautiful houses and greenery all around. soon they reached where they had to be , looked around and grabbed a few bottles. he was in a beautiful state already, nice light mood ... someone turned up the radio and it was wonderful. sitting around the couch , everyone made themselves comfortable. sipping out from the jeremiah , it hit him hard but smooth. as he gulped it a wonderful feeling gripped his body. he looked at it in wonder. wooow.
he started reminiscing about the movie he watched donnie darko. soon someone started talking about , the last scene as the guy starts to laugh.. he laughs in realization , in full control of his future and he falls on the bed to say his final goodbye, to bid adieu. the night was calm, interrupted by the conversation of his friends. the road right in front of them, with trees on both sides pitch dark except for the corner streetlight. a gentle breeze was blowing across which further heightened the nice mood. someone turned up the radio a little more and he heard jessie's girl and everyone started into a melody.
soon conversation turned to the cities and places of the world. he just lay quiet, in a different world actually and he realized he was not thinking anything at all. didnt it feel wonderful . oh jeremiah the places it takes you.

my sweetest friend

2010-08-05T18:10:00.001-07:00

he sat staring at the computer screen and he realized something now. he guessed something will just be in memory , things happen and they cant be erased however hard one tries.

he knows in life probably that person will be his sweetest friend ever, someone whom he cared for and meant something. he guessed parting ways didnt mean he had to take arms but just a quiet acceptance of what had been. acknowledgment of certain events and in that cover live life next.

No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me.
Seems like you're the only one who knows what it's like to be me.
Someone to face the day with, make it through all the rest with,
Someone I'll always laugh with, even at my worst, I'm best with you.

It's like you're always stuck in second gear,
Well, it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year.

But, I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour.
I'll be there for you, like I've been there before.

unchained

2010-07-30T12:50:00.000-07:00

a train set free , running down the mountain .. gathering speed as it does .. faster and faster.. and if one is sitting on top of the train, can feel the rush in the veins. the wind blows into the hair, refreshing the entire body. one feels all alive during the process but it has to end at some point , the mountain slope ends and there is a flat land. and once the train reaches the end , it crashes into the ground. the faster it goes worse is the crash.

nine inch nails

2010-07-28T11:35:00.001-07:00

he was struggling to walk, with heavy snow on the roads. there was just miles of white snow everywhere he looked. you could hardly see the road, just a mix of the white and the tar color at the surface. cars moving along in a slow line with headlights on, and again white snow coloring their otherwise shiny surfaces. the pavements were completely in snow and there was not a inch of grass visible. the trees looked as if they had white leaves , and as he passed the houses he realized the almost eerie scene with no living being venturing out. the snow falling didnt add any romantic notion that was just in the movies he guessed. one could see man and woman playing oh so very beautifully in the swiss alps and throwing the cute snowballs at each other. he realized he was in the kingdom of whiteness.
it was cold , bitter cold and he was doing his best to hide his face in the jacket. the leather jacket kept him warm , the thick shoes kept his feet warm and the thick jeans kept his legs warm. but for so long, before a cold sensation would creep along his legs and spread his body. he would shiver and for sometime he would feel a little warm and then again the cold would spread. his vision was blurred by the snow falling, on his eyes and he just opened them .. just enough so that he could see what lay right in front of him, whether the path continued inspite of the snow.
he was feeling the cold inside him, deep inside him. he realized just like after a very bitter disappointment and one gets over it , there is like coldness inside. keeping his head downwards and walking straight , he still had a while to go before he reached the warmth of his home. at such times he would start thinking , what hurt him more .. the incident itself or thinking about it in such a time. hurt due to failed expectations, hurt due to losing a certain happiness , a certain comfort. it comes back right , the expectations that one has which builds with each successful event finally giving away to the coup de grace. it falls apart and staring in horror at a time gone wrong in every possible way. one is just left with the pieces of shattered what-could-have-beens or just a lingering memory that will fade away. and many times it doesnt .. it stays right there in front of the mind. not the details , just the overall picture. feeling helpless even though one had every resource to command, feeling so fricking helpless probably lying in the bed every morning made sense.
humans always try to reason out events , try to explain things ... finding a logical explanation that always fits the sequence of events. however it might not be right, there might be no reason at all too but we are driven to reason , understand irrespective of it being true.
and falling in that cycle is dangerous , really more so when he felt bitterly hurt.
one gets hurt or is content due to expectations,
having expectations is something natural .. drawing the line is not.

nine inch nails singing hurt , such an amazing song again !!

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end

You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

my immortal

2010-07-26T22:49:00.000-07:00

evanescence - my immortal , an amazing haunting song !!

And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave
Your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone
You used to captivate me by your resonating light
Now, I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams

the nature wonder

2010-07-26T10:41:00.000-07:00

there was a line of cars in front, as far as the eye can see. it was a traffic jam and he was stuck right in the middle of it. he hated driving cars in such places, and thankfully today he is not. he looked across at his friend, whose forehead creased with intense concentration accelerating and braking .... it was cold , not a shivering cold but an uneasy cold that was very suffocating. there was a song on the radio playing , the beats quite fast and on a normal day he would be pretty pumped listening to it. today he was just tired from something. there were cars all around him but beyond them lay the beach that they had set out for.
the signal turned green and they pulled into one of the roads and turned right and halting as soon as they started. and there he saw it , the huge expansive bridge. the fog was heavy and the top part of the bridge was totally cut out of view. it was like one of those batman movies , where a heavy fog always descends on gotham city over the tall building and bridges cutting it out of view. he found it beautiful, and looking out from the car the sunshine was subdued , was completely filtered. the bridge was huge and the arching rods that supported it was magnificent. brown and just a plain brown in color it gave further proof to how man overcame certain challenges that nature gave him.
slowly they inched past the cars and the traffic eased as they pulled into one of the roads leading to the beach. now the sight was wonderful, the bridge and the fog and the ocean on both sides. he saw people walking on the bridge somehow walking and it seemed like that gave them a lot of comfort. somehow walking on that bridge was so different , their hair was flowing in the cold wind that was blowing. as they strode on the new road the surroundings slowly changed. they were on the way to the beach through a hilly region. and climbing up the incline they were making turns to push further up. and as the car came into a road that stretched in front what he saw on the right was spellbounding. the huge mountaneous expanse with trees and just everything so green , very pure and across that lay the beach , bluish water , the white sand. rocks littered the place and added to the beauty of the entire place. the fog was descending as a protective cover to the entire place. he could see cars coming back from the beach in a distance , looked like small toys. and dots of people on the beach. he relaxed a bit now , sitting back in the seat and taking the entire sight in.
the hilly terrain was sculpted randomly, one could see how it was bulldozed to make way for the roads, and with nothing near polluting it it was a sight to behold. he could not take his eyes off the scene and his mind lay at rest.

status quo

2010-07-25T03:30:00.001-07:00

who is he to disturb the silence
the peace
the tranquility
the happiness
the normality

as long happiness prevails , as long as comfort is present for the piscean !

the secureness of normality

2010-06-27T00:45:00.000-07:00

its sometimes very strange , really away from the crowd that you see yourself and realize the fool that one has been.
he was in control after a long time , walking back from the station ... he knew today things were just falling in place for him. he was never so happier , something that made him truly happy inside deep down !