Thursday, October 15, 2009

Excerpts from a diary entry not so long ago

What makes it so hard to face rejection - because its a failure? because you wanted it so much? or simply because you live in denial?
How difficult is to face a ghost from the past? And maybe done over a million times in life, you still feel terrible, moments before the encounter. It shocking at times at the amount of courage you posess which lets you keep your balance- something to be really proud of if you can. I guess because you have the strength- life lets you face the dark. Embarassments, pain..one has it all. And even though you've begged a million times for it to stop..in the back of your mind you know it wouldn't - thats life, aint it?
Regardless whenever rejection is sowed in, the plant of success grows much later. And till it surfaces and you have it - its hard to face the grave of the lost.
In a lifetime, we are entitled to many such days and sometimes we do think what we did to deserve this. Acceptance yes..but a hope resides that one day things will change and that one day we face the ghosts of the past with dignity- maybe show them a finger! It has happened, isn't it? and we hope it happens again. Into that day, we know, what keeps us going is hope and a little faith in the one watching us from up above!

Friday, September 04, 2009

Rain!

I hear the bells toll far away,
lulled only by the sound of the rain.
As the breeze gives the branches a sway,
I sit drenched counting the raindrops.

Its not everyday that it rains this hard,
it feels this summer is different somehow.
Its unique and beautiful, so says the bard,
the monsoon washes your sorrow.




Monday, May 25, 2009

A Moment...

In the distance between life and death
in a moment called my life.......

I see this dusk and I see no more
Where the slanting rays of the sun sketch your portrait out for me.
I feel this wind and I feel no more
where the soothing bursts of breeze
brings your fragrance close to me
I hear your words and I hear no more
when you say love me.
I feel your warmth and I feel no more
of the time when you held me.

In this distance between life and death
in a moment called my life
I know no one just you my heart
I know no breath, no touch, no sound
I know no love than yours my soul.
And I live this moment forever.....




Monday, January 12, 2009

Immersion

And its a breezy night again..when the winds spoke to me..
told me stories of the enchanted..sang a lullaby to me..
The still waters have ripples on them today..
on them the moon light dances its way..
the leaves of fall rustle to break the silence..
and the ripples break on the shore..sharing their guilt in the offense..

I dip my feet in water...feeling the autumn grip me..
the ripples turn to waves..and judge the intruder in me..
I walk into the depths as the water welcomes me..
the breeze blows the hair off my face...reminds me this is maybe..not to be..
I defy directions..I defy words..I defy my breath..as the water touches my face...

In the distance...a lone bagpiper plays
a music just so alien..defying the rules of the night..
I open my eyes one last time...and watch the as the moon shines on me..
the words of the deep sound closer..as the wind plays the ripples..
And as I sleep the water embraces me...into the deep as I return to eternity...