tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91607766980395669072024-03-05T01:53:49.395-08:00Life - Just this and thatAn incoherent attempt at transforming the mundane and muddled thoughts into something a little more confusing and utter nonsense.
Ah ! never mind.Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10854782816751888723noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160776698039566907.post-64801439175422109602023-01-01T08:12:00.002-08:002023-01-01T08:12:23.883-08:00Blessings - Journal Entry 2<p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li> A new beginning - a new year</li><li>A well spent year in retrospect</li><li>Health</li><li>Beautiful dreams</li><li>Looking forward to a wonderful year</li><li>Free space</li><li>Peace and quiet</li><li>Hugs from my baby</li><li>N's laughter reverberating through the house</li><li>Yummy food</li></ul><p></p>Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10854782816751888723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160776698039566907.post-37615232727586142832022-12-31T04:42:00.004-08:002022-12-31T04:42:52.982-08:00Blessings - Journal Entry 1<p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li> A beautiful morning</li><li>Pitter patter of rain outside</li><li>The otherwise silent moments in the early morning</li><li>A hot cup of my favorite coffee</li><li>Completion of my morning walk</li><li>A clear work desk</li><li>A clear head</li><li>A fresh new day</li><li>Birds chirping</li><li>The soft ticking of the clock</li></ul><p></p>Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10854782816751888723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160776698039566907.post-31607642316442503902017-10-26T13:47:00.001-07:002017-10-26T13:47:28.572-07:00A Burst Of Happiness<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A sprinkle of color, a burst of happiness, a spot of joy - That's what this picture represents for me. The eternal beauty captured in time which i can bring back from memory over and over. And the feeling of exuberant joy fills me up every single time!! </span></div>
Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10854782816751888723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160776698039566907.post-5804179461280265212016-10-17T13:05:00.001-07:002016-10-17T13:05:22.525-07:00Gratitude-O-Meter 16 October 2016<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Warm, sunny, a light breeze blowing - that's a perfect Sunday afternoon. And add to that, the rhapsody of a few fluttering butterflies. It's the perfect picture that mother nature has come up with. And that is precisely what i had the pleasure of witnessing. Butterflies make me happy beyond doubt. These carefree bundles hippity hopping across my backyard provided me with the perfect afternoon amusement. Especially a white one which happened to flutter about forming a beautiful tapestry in the invisible air.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I finally got a hold of my lazy inertia and managed to start on and complete the initial draft of my work presentation with ease. Once i started, the ideas just kept flowing.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I read a wonderful book on Gratitude today. Also, thanks to Amazon Kindle, i started reading 'The Last Unicorn' again. I loved reading it before and i am certainly enjoying the read again.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I started with my gratitude jar practice today with my husband. Just like a child filled with wonder, I am certainly looking forward to some wonderful moments of amazement, wonder and magic when i do my practice everyday with him.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I listened to some wonderful old songs on you tube today. They brought back some warm memories which made me smile.</span></li>
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Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10854782816751888723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160776698039566907.post-14777194474718699842016-07-22T13:33:00.000-07:002016-07-22T13:33:26.609-07:00Gratitude-O-Meter 22 July 2016<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">What am i grateful for today?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Grateful for just being. Nothing more. Nothing less. After all the trials and tribulations of the past few months, i have learned to take a deep breath and just be. And this has brought me closer to me, my inner self and helped me experience a glimmer of inner peace. And for that i am grateful!</span></div>
Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10854782816751888723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160776698039566907.post-13768501207995698222016-01-13T16:49:00.001-08:002016-01-13T16:49:41.566-08:00Can you hear me?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It has been more than a month since the dreadful day. The day i lost you forever. I was just getting to know you. Feel you not only in my womb but also my heart. And then without a trace, you were gone. Why? I still search for you in the void that you left behind. I have an image of you in my mind. One filled with warmth, joy, happiness and laughter. Your smile lights up my moment, even if it is my silly imagination. With every passing moment, i build you in my dreams. Stronger than ever. Your smile gives me hope to go on. And some day, i hope you will find me back too!</div>
Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10854782816751888723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160776698039566907.post-91073095929920837742013-05-09T13:33:00.001-07:002013-05-09T13:33:58.305-07:00Home away from home..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">A thick canopy of dense trees shrouds the path as i journey along. The long stretch of roads wind, unwind and unravel before me, immaculate in their placing and creation. A few high rises play peek a boo amidst the canopy, as if defying their need to touch the sky and to remain rooted to the ground at the same time. The thick grey of winter has been replaced by the abundant sunlight as if washing away the fogs of yesterday with the warmth of today and an oncoming tomorrow. Everywhere i look around, summer makes its presence known and felt. The metamorphosis of winter into spring and finally into summer has been a spectacle indeed, a breathtaking transformation of grey and silver into a plethora of colors, of the vast emptiness into unimaginable abundance. Amidst the simmering heat, the glistening topiaries of green spread across miles, the breathtaking rainbow of flowers, my heart seems to search for a sense of familiarity. In a land so far away, it seems to have found a home away from home.</span></span></div>
Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10854782816751888723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160776698039566907.post-9233621316728556442012-04-16T20:37:00.003-07:002012-04-16T20:53:20.800-07:00An elusive paradise..<span >You looked into my eyes and i saw my world in you. A world i have always longed to be in. But then i looked away. For you see, i cannot leave this world too.</span><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >I asked you what love is. You said it is what you feel for me. And then i fell into an even deeper abyss. For you see, i am yet to learn to fly, on the wings of love.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >You took me in your arms and for a moment, i forgot my existence. I forgot who i was. It almost felt like a dream, almost... But then i stepped away from your embrace. For you see, i am yet to believe in dreams.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >You kissed me on my lips and i quivered within my soul, a war raging within me. But then i turned away. For you see, i am yet to decide which side i am fighting for and against, in the battle within me.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >And every time i looked away, i broke within, into pieces i haven't picked up yet. Torn between what is and what could have been. Torn between a moment and an eternity. Torn between the real and the unreal. Torn between the warmth of your breath and the icy coldness of the distance. Torn between you and me.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >A whole new universe within this moment, a dream within a dream. And yet, it felt so real. How could that possibly be?</span></div>Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10854782816751888723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160776698039566907.post-47204043551554958962012-01-29T23:18:00.000-08:002012-01-29T23:30:04.510-08:00The shadow<span>Inside of me is a picture of you,</span><div><span>at the moment, it is but a shadow...</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>calling out to me,</span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>from the depths of beyond,</span></div><div><span>is that your voice,</span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>or the sound of my sorrow?</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>the traces, the paths, the boulevards crossed,</span></div><div><span>the journeys from here to the yonder...</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>like a memory that fades,</span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>or a hurt that abates,</span></div><div><span>is that your footstep,</span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>or a trail for me to follow?</span></div><span><br /></span><div><span>laughter's and tears, praises and sneers,</span></div><div><span>the melodies of hearts strung together....</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>like the music that thrills,</span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>or the vengeance that kills,</span></div><div><span>is that your spell,</span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>or the illusion of tomorrow?</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>it is, but a matter of time,</span></div><div><span>when the good omens chime,</span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>then the shadow shall pass,</span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>and the picture shall last,</span></div><div><span>of our love and our heartfelt desire...</span></div><div><br /></div>Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10854782816751888723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160776698039566907.post-23272268012357259372012-01-27T21:15:00.000-08:002012-01-27T21:17:33.200-08:00Mindless banter...<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; " >The void within me deepens day by day. Somedays i feel as if i have too much pent up inside of me and somedays i feel an eerie emptiness within. And the feeling never seems to go away. I wonder why!</span>Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10854782816751888723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160776698039566907.post-35650634202753239382011-12-30T23:00:00.000-08:002011-12-30T23:02:37.203-08:00Welcome 2012<span>The last sunset of this year draws near. The setting sun will usher in a new sunrise, a new beginning. Its time to bury the bad dreams, the hurt, the bitter experiences, to give way to new beginnings. Time to look back at the sweet memories of the year and carve out a special space in our hearts for them. Time to let go of strained relationships hanging by the last thread. desperate to break free. Time to forge new friendships, nurture the ones that mean the most to us.Time for new resolutions inspite of the known fact that those wont hold on for long. Time to ring out the old and ring in the new..</span><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>A very happy new year to everyone..</span></div>Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10854782816751888723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160776698039566907.post-20643249828076180132011-11-18T06:49:00.000-08:002011-11-18T01:34:27.815-08:00And the list continues...<span style="font-size:100%;">My wish list to the universe....a work in progress </span><ul style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Travel to Greece</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">A library with dark ebony wooden shelves carved to perfection and overflowing with books<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">A rocking chair</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Bungee Jumping</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Para Gliding</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Ice skating</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Learn the art of Ice Sculpting<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">A small cottage overlooking the sea</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">A room painted pale lemon yellow</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">A windowsill with potted pink flowers</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">A hammock</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">A pet Labrador<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">A silver anklet</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Earrings studded with blood red stones</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">A pearl white gown</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">A straw hat studded with flowers</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">A pair of Stilettos<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">A visit to Sheffield<br /></span></li></ul>Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10854782816751888723noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160776698039566907.post-21978697068210029122011-07-27T23:13:00.000-07:002011-07-28T00:44:21.772-07:00Welcome back! - to me<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have decided to resurrect this blog after a long period of a deathly silence. A silence so chaotic that i could almost hear it screaming. If it were to speak, it would probably be akin to experiencing a roller coaster ride of ups and downs, well worthy of a narration in itself. But i do not intend to spill out the experience here in prose. I would most likely fall short of words in my attempt to do so. I'd rather restart on a much lighter and well trusted note. I hope that i would have the strength to hold onto and transform a few certain thoughts from the far recesses of my mind into something beautiful.</span></span>Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10854782816751888723noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160776698039566907.post-62955529881710140642010-05-22T00:43:00.000-07:002010-05-22T00:47:22.285-07:00the perfect valentine....<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"How do i look?" she asked all of a sudden, with an air of a princess, showing off her new pink dress, laced with pretty flowers, matched up with pink shoes and a pink hair band. "Its looking good" he said. And then she waited expectantly for something more to be said. He pretended as if he didnt care. And just as she was about to turn back and leave heart broken, he looked at her and said "You know what, you are beautiful". And with an air of a grown up, added, "Tooty Fruity beautiful. Thats how beautiful you look". And the twinkle in her eyes returned and a big grin found a way back into her face. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Although she never knew what it meant to be "tooty fruity beautiful", she waited for him to say this every single time and he never disappointed her.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">All these years, she had never stopped asking the question. And the answers always amazed her and nevetheless brought a smile on to her face.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Now with a notable number of decades down the road, with the embers of youth long dead, her frail body struggling against the will to survive, lay, awaiting the last breath. The moment when life would deceive her and send her into an unknown world beyond what she ever knew. He staggered to reach out to her, every step made equally painful by the passing years. When their eyes met, the gleam in his, flowed into hers, warming her heart and filling her mind with the beauty of a sunshine.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As her lips parted to utter the words held in her heart, he bent down and kissed her forehead as if the words had already reached him. Gazing into her eyes, the lighthouse of his existence, he uttered what her heart yearned to hear. "You look beautiful. Tooty fruity beautiful, as always".</span></span></div>Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10854782816751888723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160776698039566907.post-57950639708881081772010-02-12T21:23:00.000-08:002010-02-12T21:32:09.877-08:00Good-bye's<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I still remember the moment when you walked away. Long before the hazy mist in my eyes could clear. Long before the song in my heart could strike a chord in you. Long before i could step out of your dreams to find a safe haven in my own. Long before i could gather the pieces of my heart, every single one of them drenched in the blood of your love, while you called forth the rains, to wash them off, of any trace of it.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Some goodbye's are just disguised new beginnings. Some goodbye's tear you apart, body and soul, into a million little pieces, a trace of remembrance etched so deeply into every single one of them, that try as hard as you may, the scars refuse to go away. But some goodbye's haunt you forever....</span></span></div>Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10854782816751888723noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160776698039566907.post-78625588969838441592009-12-03T06:13:00.000-08:002009-12-03T06:27:13.930-08:00My personal thanksgiving.....<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Life doesnt give you many opportunities to celebrate and be thankful for what one has. But sometimes life does show its trump card hidden up its sleeve, when you are least expecting it, shaking the floor beneath your feet. Only when you have survived this jolt, do you realise, that what's left behind after the tumult was what was worth all along. What got washed away with the tide, was never meant to be and most importantly, not worth anything at all.<br /><br />And when life did show me its bitter side, i realize why i survived and this post is my acknowledgement to the fact that i have a wonderful support system - my friends. K and S, today would have been different had it not been for you two. Therez a saying "Its the friends that you can call at 4:00 A.M that matter". Well, for me, you are those friends..not only my 4 A.M. friends, but dearest and closest to my heart. And i am thankful to have you in my life. With you by my side, i guess i could survive anything :)<br /><br />Thanks for everything...you guys rock !!!</span>Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10854782816751888723noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160776698039566907.post-42597211016988974882009-10-13T02:03:00.000-07:002009-10-13T02:11:51.760-07:00seasons of the soul....<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">she felt the rage within her rise,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> from gentle sobs to screaming cries;</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the tears, they burned her eyes, her soul,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> she waited for the pain to die;</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />and then it rained, it rained for her.....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the autumn hues coloured her eyes,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> with a sense of hope, for withered lives;</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">she longed for her loss to drift away,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> be buried in a chasm deep and wide;</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />and then it snowed, it snowed for her.....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the rush of time, a wearied prey,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> the battle of the everyday;</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">she wished that 'now' would seemingly halt,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> for new dreams to sow, of a better start;</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />and the night did fall, kissing her goodnight.....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">as light dispels the darkened nights,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> and hope, it triumphs over plight;</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a shimmering sunset, a sparkling dawn,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> her heart, it yearned for a new spring song;</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />and the sun did rise, and shine for her.....</span><br /></span>Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10854782816751888723noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160776698039566907.post-52894035236050985312009-10-04T05:31:00.000-07:002009-10-04T05:52:39.878-07:00Drenched musings<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A rainy October afternoon. An unusual shower for this time of the year. There is always something serenely magical about rains. As i sit on my windowsill with a steaming hot cup of coffee in one hand and a book in the other, i cant stop myself from soaking in the magic of the moment. The rain drops fall softly on the window pane and i ardently watch them form a pattern of their own as they slide through. Its a game i used to play when i was a child. Trying to race two drops to see which one slides down first and silly as it may sound, i did have my favorites in the game. The raindrops create a ripple as they fall into the puddle below, each one effortlessly blending into the next. Watching these ripples, these concentric circles which now give a new dimension to this stagnant pool of water, brings back a lot of memories from the yesteryear's. Memories have their knack of arriving uninvited.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As i open the windowpane to feel the rain in the open palm of my hands, the icy coldness of the raindrops tingles me and fills me with a childlike exuberance. The wind chime sways to the gentle breeze and creates its own tapestry of music, as if orchestrating the grandness of the moment. Familiar and unfamiliar faces scuttle through the street below, drenched in the moment, unknowingly bound by a common thread, the rain. The little or no sunlight blurs the distinction between day and night. The hazy blurred picture created by the rains is a perfect disillusionment separating the unreal from the real or perhaps blending them into one.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The simplicity of these moments is empowering. As i try to devour these, i hear a voice say, "Unexpected shower but the weather looks beautiful, no? What time is it by the way?" And i smile to myself as i whisper, "Now. The time is now."</span></span>Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10854782816751888723noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160776698039566907.post-953962611756443112009-09-05T05:17:00.002-07:002009-09-05T06:53:22.389-07:00ruins...<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">once upon a time, they say,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> i stood so tall, so fine, so strong,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and now withered with sands of time,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> i stand alone on a ruined ground</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the beauty of my past remains,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> in glimpses of my memories,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">in the stories told, some false, some true,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> i trace my journey ever anew</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">my walls though weak, my roof though leaks,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> my heart, of strength and spirit speaks,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">my outward pomp and charm though lost,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> my inner soul still glory seeks</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a crown of flowers adorned me once,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> engulfed me in their gentle spell,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">now weeds surround me and more,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> trying to make up for the charm</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">my arms have cradled many a soul,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> who came to seek my shelter then,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">now an endless wait is all i have,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> to be a refuge to a wandered soul</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the world awaits a bright luminous day,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> after every dark and dreary night</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and so i wait for my day of life,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> to be mixed to dust and born again.....</span><br /><br /><br /></span>Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10854782816751888723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160776698039566907.post-57680929553198575822009-07-26T00:59:00.000-07:002009-07-27T02:12:27.793-07:00A cliched thought...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Everyday i pass through the same roads to get to work. Some days when i am not too occupied with the monotony of life, i try to look or rather observe the world around me as i pass by these paths, en route to work. There is one particular stretch of road which has these little hutments created with scraps of plywood, sheets of plastic ,tin and whatever material available. Though it might appear unworthy of being termed a house, it indeed is a home for many. The street urchins seemingly belonging to this neighborhood are always up to something, as if whatever their minds are construing at the moment, would somehow change their world and fate forever. What amazes me about these urchins is the look of unfazed contentment on their faces. It appears as if they are miles away from the touch of any apathy or misfortune. Try as one may, to search for a trace of resentment, unhappiness within them, their faces and spirit seem to betray the reality. Deprived of things which we cannot even imagine living without, and still facing the day with an optimistic stride, is probably what sets them apart, irrespective of their current state in life.<br /><br />Looking at them always reminds me of the cliche "Happiness is a state of mind". Each one of us undoubtedly must have heard this phrase a thousand times over, read about it or passed it on to somebody, wrapped as a mere piece of advice. However, the point to note is, when it actually comes to living the phrase, are we even infinitesimally close to it? The lesser privileged somehow seem to understand the significance and value of this cliche more than the affluent or the ordinary. We all seem to live in a rat race. Nobody in particular seems to know where we are heading, nor does anybody seem to care, however, each one of us surely does want to outnumber the rest in this race to nowhere. We might have the world at our feet, however, even without realizing it, we might just step on it and move on. Still grumbling, still resenting, what we do not possess yet, all the while what we have thrown away ourselves. We seem to have become too immune to the epiphanies of life to be able to pause for a moment and make a shift in our perspectives. But life has a way of adding that deliberate pause, by a whip or by a splash. The question that remains for us to ponder over is, are we ready to pay the price after all, to learn the most expensive lesson, the hard way?</span>Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10854782816751888723noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160776698039566907.post-61023420108232260572009-07-13T09:46:00.000-07:002009-07-15T10:53:00.383-07:00Suppositions<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">if you were to be a book,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> i would read you through and through,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">you could be the start, the end,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> and i the chapters filling through</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">if you were to be a cloud,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> i would wait for you to pour,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">you could be the summer shower,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> and drench me in your downpour</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">if you were to be a song,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> i would be your rhythmic tune,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">you could be the words, the soul,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> and i the gentle melody</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">if you were to be the night,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> i would be the dawn, the dusk,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sunrise, sunset, with crimson hues,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> would find me blending into you</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">if you were to be the wind,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> i would be the blade of grass,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the world would see your gentle stride,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> as with every touch you would make me sway</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">if you were to be a picture,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> i would be the memory,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">you could be the now, the then,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> and i the arch, the binding link</span>Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10854782816751888723noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160776698039566907.post-92139361811321393862009-07-05T01:43:00.000-07:002009-07-05T01:48:25.690-07:00pitter patter.....once again<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">pitter patter pitter patter little drops of rain....</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Somehow this nursery rhyme seems to have gotten into my head and i have been repeating this for quite some time now..in my mind of course. But then i cannot gather the reason behind this. The only plausible explanation is the rain here that seems to have reminded me of this sweet little rhyme..or maybe it was something else..well, i guess it doesn't matter...all that matters is that i happen to be enjoying the pittering and pattering of this rhyme within my mind :-)</span></span>Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10854782816751888723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160776698039566907.post-69640339806828941822009-06-21T09:51:00.000-07:002009-06-21T09:59:47.544-07:00Did you, today or any day?<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">watch the sun rise?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">see the crimson hues engulf the sky and beyond?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">watch the soft sunlight streaming through your window?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">touch the dew drop on the blade of a grass and feel it melt away with your touch?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">take a walk around the block and notice the sacred in the ordinary?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hold the gaze of the ones you love and feel the warmth of their love flow through you?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">light the days of many with your smile?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">laugh, till it hurt?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">did something you always wanted to?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">listen to some soul stirring music?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">drop all your inhibitions and swirl to the beats of your favorite song?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sing your favorite song, oblivious to how the world would react?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">watch the amazing tapestry of colors, that mother nature has so amazingly weaved together?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">feel the drops of rain on your face and let them wash away your sobs?<br /><br />sip a steaming cup of hot tea, savoring every sip, without thinking about the next immediate task at hand?<br /><br />hear the raindrops creating music on the window pane?<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">watch the dusk blend into the night, the darkness engulfing everything into its bosom, as if into nothingness?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">count the stars on a clear night and trace a pattern?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">imagine the clouds forming funny shapes?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">believe in miracles, angels, fairies, wishing wells which you had stopped believing when the world told you so?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">read a good book that inspires and rejuvenates the inner you?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">be grateful for all the good things in your life?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">If not, well, isn't it time to start?</span></span>Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10854782816751888723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160776698039566907.post-20006676087957246802009-06-09T09:14:00.001-07:002009-06-09T09:16:52.824-07:00New additions to the family :-)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkic-lzyx2cIQQd-l6VuLZsFy5J_2sGpWroNrH5-iJcd0nU_FJxuqBgYbR9crCdnzG6R-jKOgfJ-b0d1_REhMdJuQKiwr-rGZvOzZs1pKcftxDUKQanknhQP-s0stm6zE7OT8nbWg9uK4/s1600-h/plants+008.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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