The Waiting

Sleeping and waiting

For the moments to pass by

Caught in a time warp

Sometimes I wonder why

 

Delusional and restless

The mind feels now

Tapered and scattered

The soul is and how!

 

The mind will wait

For its judgment day

Till then the skies will be

All blue and grey

How real it could be?

We managed to get on the flat top of the strange looking place. Although the climb was a little more than a 5 storied building, it did not leave us panting. Climbing it was rather fun with the nice even slope, but I am sure Elf wouldn’t agree.

It was beautiful, the sun was high up in the sky, yet one didn’t feel the heat. There was steady breeze, neither hot nor cold just perfect.

Just then I saw these HORSES galloping, oh where they beautiful!!! Three of them, white, and two browns. As they got a little closer I realized that they were much larger than the regular horses, much, much larger. Oh! How I wanna ride them. Although I am shit scared of horses because it’s really difficult to keep the balance, one just keeps tumbling on either side of the narrow seating saddle. BUT THESE, Oh these horses had nice WIDE backs. I am sure the balance would be much better; also their bones might hurt less with such nice thick coating of muscle over them.

I started running, following them as they had passed me and went some 100 odd meters ahead while I was musing about riding them. I was running, pulled in by their magnetism, forgetting the rest of the gang or rather not knowing if they were following me or yelling for me to stop.

I reached a strange looking ruin of some man created fort of sorts. It was falling apart and was clearly not in the books of ancient art history or precious monuments because there were creepers all over it and was black with years of battle with the hard hitting weather. It was still very beautiful, in a very crude sense of the jungle, it was beautiful.

The horses disappeared, Oh Shit!! Now What Do I Do?!?! I have no idea where to go from here or how to go back. CRAP! I looked around and saw a narrow path, very faint, but it was there. Went ahead and saw a sharp turn, I believe it’s a narrow entrance in the structure, caused by some fallen loose stones of the wall. So reluctant but strangely determined I peeped inside, saw wild flowers and trees all over. It was jus the same inside as it was outside. So I walked in, went about aimlessly, being in awe of the beauty of the untouched jungle.

I heard rustling of dried leaves or maybe (just maybe) it was a cheerful sound, I couldn’t be too sure, for it died out as fast as it came. I thought it came somewhere from the right, yea I guess I should check what it was. I started walking from in between the jungle. There were beautiful flowers with colours as vibrant as I’ve never seen before. I saw this bright magenta one. Oh was it Gg-oO-r-G-e-o-U-sS o what?! I had a violent urge to touch and eat it. I wondered if it was normal, aah what the heck! I grabbed one, plucked it and put it in my mouth. Oh the taste was incredible, like nothing I’ve tasted before, yummm. No wonder the bees freak out on brightly coloured flowers, they just taste So Good.

I heard the sound again, this time it was closer and it jerked me out of the magnetism of the hypnotic taste. I moved forward and could sense a lot of people, may be it’s a tribal community loving here. Oh wow, that would be fun! I moved forward, there was an opening of sorts in a wall, some 10 feet away, this one was bigger and there was a lot of light on the other side. This must be it, this is where they live. I must go and check it out. I reached and pushed myself on the other side. The sight, unbelievable as it may seem, was truly extraordinary and wonderful.

There not very far from me were the three magnificent horses and when I shifted my focus to the wide expanse of the truly dream like jungle I saw the most wondrous creatures.

There were huge brightly coloured birds, llama, giraffes, deer, and squirrels – mighty big ones too. Oh and a little further away, lazing in the shade was a Panther! A PANTHER! ohmigod was it awesome or what?!

I tried to move about soundlessly as to not disturb them and startle them with a human presence. But I had a feeling that although they didn’t take notice of me, they seemed to know I was there and didn’t mind it. I moved a little further and just then I saw the strangest of all sites. They looked like monkeys but were nothing like the 3 of them, 2 big ones and a kid. The elders were holding two trees on either side and had entangled their tails with each other and the baby was sitting on it and together all three of them were swinging oh! So much fun!

They had such peculiar eyes, perfectly round and really big – reminded me of the powder-puff girl’s eyes. There was about half an inch of bright magenta border around them. Without realizing I had moved closer to them and now I could really see the eyes clearly while they kept on swinging while looking at me. The eyes seemed to be smiling with their crystal clear shine and the magenta border. Even when the mouth was still the eyes were smiling. I could see myself only a dark silhouette in their eyes. All that running around and moving about in the jungle had surely messed up my hair.

I couldn’t stop myself from saying, although I knew that there was no way the monkeys would understand what I’d be saying, but before I could stop myself I uttered “My turn next”. I knew I said it because I could feel my mouth move but only a very strange sound came out, and something stranger happened next. The kid jumped out, looked at me with those smiley eyes and turned to look at the live monkey swing. It really WAS my turn.

iLike

Starry, starry night.

Paint your palette blue and grey,

Look out on a summer’s day,

With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.

Shadows on the hills,

Sketch the trees and the daffodils,

Catch the breeze and the winter chills,

In colors on the snowy linen land.

 

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,

How you suffered for your sanity,

How you tried to set them free.

They would not listen, they did not know how.

Perhaps they’ll listen now.

 

Starry, starry night.

Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,

Swirling clouds in violet haze,

Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue.

Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,

Weathered faces lined in pain,

Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand.

 

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,

How you suffered for your sanity,

How you tried to set them free.

They would not listen, they did not know how.

Perhaps they’ll listen now.

 

For they could not love you,

But still your love was true.

And when no hope was left in sight

On that starry, starry night,

You took your life, as lovers often do.

But I could have told you, Vincent,

This world was never meant for one

As beautiful as you.

 

Starry, starry night.

Portraits hung in empty halls,

Frameless head on nameless walls,

With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget.

Like the strangers that you’ve met,

The ragged men in the ragged clothes,

The silver thorn of bloody rose,

Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

 

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,

How you suffered for your sanity,

How you tried to set them free.

They would not listen, they’re not listening still.

Perhaps they never will…

 

Song by: Don Mclean

Song: Vincent (Starry Starry Night)

Crushed Petals of Love

The petals crush underneath her feet,

Brings memories that are too hard to defeat

 

The crown of thorns entangle her tresses,

Amidst the thoughts the Chosen One blesses

 

Hail, my angel! And sleep through the war,

But have mercy and don’t wake up to be the whore

 

For she will enter the abyss of your pure soul,

Leaving you with nothing but a black hole

 

Sunlit smiles will be your timeless foes,

As there lie crushed petals of love under your toes

iWish

“All I need is a little love now and then, but some chocolate will do for now.”

- Lucy Van Pelt -

iAgree

 

“Maybe some women aren’t meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free til they find someone just as wild to run with them.”

Smiles and Forgiveness

Brighter and lighter

The world seems now

Sooner or later

I will escape and how!

The sun seems glorious

And dances on my windows

My actions less notorious

And are more left indoors!

Again I am willing to fly

And take that flight

The birds in my sky

Are showing the green light!

When the time comes

I will hop, skip and jump

Till then I will wait

And avoid the bump!

I see a myriad colour

Pumping at the start

The smell of squalor

Leaving my heart!

Smiles spread across

From ear to ear

That leaves my soul

So far from fear!

Gone will be those days

When I will stress

For the angels above

Are finally here to bless!

I will dance till I die

But live to see that wee hour

With a twinkle in my eye

That won’t be sour!

I thank you all

For the good times and bad

But I know the fall

Wasn’t that bad!

So all I can leave

Is happy trails all the way

And let my heart forgive

For you deserve it and so do they!

Brighter and lighter

The world seems now

Sooner or later

I will escape and how!

The sun seems glorious

And dances on my windows

My actions less notorious

And are more left indoors!

Again I am willing to fly

And take that flight

The birds in my sky

Are showing the green light!

When the time comes

I will hop, skip and jump

Till then I will wait

And avoid the bump!

I see a myriad colour

Pumping at the start

The smell of squalor

Leaving my heart!

Smiles spread across

From ear to ear

That leaves my soul

So far from fear!

Gone will be those days

When I will stress

For the angels above

Are finally here to bless!

I will dance till I die

But live to see that wee hour

With a twinkle in my eye

That won’t be sour!

I thank you all

For the good times and bad

But I know the fall

Wasn’t that bad!

So all I can leave

Is happy trails all the way

And let my heart forgive

For you deserve it and so do they!

Bygone memories of school…

 

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils. 

– William Wordsworth

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils. 

– William Wordsworth

Where’s my paradise?

Butterflies upon their wings,

Fluttering as angels sing.

Blossoms swaying in the breeze,

With careless mirth of a reckless tease.

Nature beckons, she calls to me,

Open your heart and try to see.

Wonders that lay bare before you,

Of shiny petals and morning dew.

Sunshine, rain and misty fog,

Tender creepers colouring logs.

Smooth pebbles, brown and gray

Under gushing river, they quietly lay

Peaks, valleys, creeks and hills,

Of countryside and rundown mills.

I run with arms open wide,

As drops of rain roll down my side.

But city lights now dim them all

with their stark lights and shimmering malls.

Where O where, have those simple pleasures gone

of a purple sunset and a golden dawn

Butterflies upon their wings,

Fluttering as angels sing.

Blossoms swaying in the breeze,

With careless mirth of a reckless tease.

Nature beckons, she calls to me,

Open your heart and try to see.

Wonders that lay bare before you,

Of shiny petals and morning dew.

Sunshine, rain and misty fog,

Tender creepers colouring logs.

Smooth pebbles, brown and gray

Under gushing river, they quietly lay

Peaks, valleys, creeks and hills,

Of countryside and rundown mills.

I run with arms open wide,

As drops of rain roll down my side.

But city lights now dim them all

with their stark lights and shimmering malls.

Where O where, have those simple pleasures gone

of a purple sunset and a golden dawn

The Möbius strip called life…

Been running a marathon,

on this road called life.

Been running for a while now,

yet there was no end in site.

An invention got on my way once

saw this satellite device.

Wohoo I could see myself from above

but – hey – look – what the heck

it’s a Möbius strip I was running on

Been running a marathon,

on this road called life.

Been running for a while now,

yet there was no end in sight.

An invention got on my way once

saw this satellite device.

Wohoo I could see myself from above

but – hey – look – what the heck!

it’s a Möbius strip I was running on

(Inspired by logic behind the Möbius strip )

This one’s for you…

You make me

Dream about you

All the time

Day dreaming

Vivid scenes

Opening my eyes

With a broad smile…

Everything that

You have said

Is all coming back…

In a different light,

Every funny moment spent

Still reverberates a smile…

I wish I could

Drift away

Permanently in my

Real world of dreams,

Away from

This real world

Where I can’t reach you

I can’t feel a thing.

To a place that is unknown

To a place where we can be born

Again

As lovers

As friends

And

As soulmates

Elf, are you reading this?

Dear Elf,

I did watch the movie today, it is called 21 grams of course, I smiled… I also read and reread the poem that is recited in it, the one by Eugenio Montejo… It goes like this-

The earth turned to bring us closer,
it spun on itself and within us,
and finally joined us together in this dream
as written in the Symposium.
Nights passed by, snowfalls and solstices;
time passed in minutes and millennia.
An ox cart that was on its way to Nineveh arrived in Nebraska
A rooster was singing some distance from the world,
in one of the thousand pre-lives of our fathers.
The earth was spinning with its music
carrying us on board;
it didn’t stop turning a single moment
as if so much love, so much that’s miraculous
was only an adagio written long ago
in the Symposium’s score.

Translated by Peter Boyle

how strange it is? Isn’t it? It took so many co-incidences for us to meet, and so many more for us not to, before. Before, when there was still time. What is co-incidence after all? It is a chance meeting of two events, people; they happen at the same moment and everything changes. So many might have occurred for us to meet, don’t your think so? They say, everyone deserves a second chance… Why can’t I have one more? Sometimes, I think I had mine, and I let it go, I gave it up, long back, when nothing was as it is now.

I want to see you happy; maybe you won’t be happy with me… But, are you happy now? Are you?

Love,
A