This Morning..

The deep silence of the sea,
The occasional waves on the surface,
The birds flying high and low,
And my intimacy with nature.

The dull blue color of the sky,
The greens of grass and the trees,
The muddy brown under my feet,
And the colorless air that I breathe.

The memories of the by-gone days,
The promises of the future,
The dreams & wishes & deadlines,
And I'm flirting with the present.

"The Moment"

Had written this poem on 4th may 2006..
a day after my birthday in my last year of college..
it was a day i'll never forget.. but i had forgotten this poem..
thanks anand for reminding me..

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Its a poem but i don't think it sounds like one..

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He came as a proof that I am still alive..
But he wanted to leave as soon as he came.

I asked him why he had to go?
He said that was the purpose of his life.

He knew he would never come back..
And if he went he would surely die.

I told him I would die too...
But he couldn't listen (or maybe he ignored).

I tried to catch him and hold him forever...
But he never came in my hand.

I shrieked "Stop!!", begged on my knees and cried like a baby..
But he took a step forward..and "the moment" passed away.

Then came the next and many more..
But it was not the same and will never be.

I looked around and found my moment..
It's just that it had become a memory.

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Brida

'I don't know how to continue,' said Brida. Her eyes were beginning to fill with tears.

'What are you good at?' asked the owner.

'Going after what I believe in.' That was the only possible reply; she spent her life in pursuit of what she believed in. The only problem was that she believed in something different every day.

When I close my eyes...

Why do I need to be honest with myself?
Why do I have to know my weaknesses?
Why can't I hide myself from myself?
Why do I have to believe that I can succeed?

Its suffocating sometimes.

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"Life, I believe, is not a country club where we forget the difficulties and anxieties. Life is the duty of confronting all of that within ourselves"
- Jerry Maguire
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I can stand up against the world... thats easy..
Why do I have to stand up against the part of me which keeps telling me that I won't be able to make it??
Why do I have hope?? I have it. Yes. But why??

zindagi..

aankhon mein aansoo hote hue bhi muskuraya hai maine.
ae zindagi har pal tera saath nibhaya hai maine.
meri har khwahish se muh moda tune.
mera dil har baar toda tune.
is dil ke tukdon ko sambhaala hai maine.
ae zindagi har pal tera saath nibhaya hai maine.

subah ki tamanna ko tu ne shaam di.
jahan dhoop ki chah thi wahan barsaat di.
mera har rasta badalwaya tune.
mere har hausale ko aazmaya tune.
phir bhi har kadam aage badhaya hai maine.
ae zindagi har pal tera saath nibhaya hai maine.

aaj..
aaj tu mujhe chhod ke ja rahi hai?
meri rukti hui saanso mein muskura rahi hai?
jo bhi hai tu, mujhe teri aadat ho gayi.
tere nakhron ki, dikaton ki chahat ho gayi.
aur aaj jab mein palat ke dekhti hun..
ae zindagi har pal mujhe sawara tha tune.

For the record..

I am writing after a long long time.. to say i didn't get time won't be wrong but nor would it be right.. so let that be.

What I am here to say is that i have quit from my amazing studio mentioned in my previous post. I quit exactly two months back, after working there for an year. A lot has happened in this one year. I am not going in details of that- no point. All i want to say is i have quit. I have quit the place i was sooooo excited to join just an year back. Such is life. And I like it this way. No certainties. No securities. Just the thrill. Just the risk. I am having my adventure. I am making my road... in fact i ain't making any road... I am just walking.. I don't care if it leads me anywhere or not. I don't care if I am being followed or not. I am walking and enjoying my walk.

Thats all i want to say now. For the record.