The Fresh Rain

Somehow sometimes all it takes is a moment - something within you goes snap - and that's it! All the search ends, the past gets lost and the future looks at you in the face. That is the beginning of the end. For when you walk, only then will the quest be over and peace will be found within.

What I face - I don't know. What the future is - I don't question. All I know is I was disintegrated with a purpose: Of integrating myself in a manner so new and unknown and undefined - and yet, marvellously it would still be me.

And so I celebrate today - for once again I am reborn - what a joy!

There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.
(Albert Einstein)

And let the miracle of discovering life all over again overtake me...

Souveniers from Bombay

Just back from Bombay after meeting Sparsh - who I have decided is going to be the No.1 man in my life along with Rousseau (my other nephew), I have some amazing souveniers with me from my trip - A collection of poems I wrote inspired by what I saw (who knows, I maybe another William Wordsworth in the making, hehe...)

Anyway, here's one of them - and what inspired me? The name says it all.

MARINE-DRIVE: BOMBAY

Shining, shimmering blue that melts into the sky,
Surf-tipped waves that lap the land; calm serenity meets the eye
Maddening rush of life behind, forgotten in the splendour I greet.
The crescent walk stretches beneath my feet.

A rush of dreams, of promised evening walks,
Hand-in-hand, starry-eyed,
Two young lovers would weave the stars,
Fly the winds beyond the lands.

Just a casual evening-stroll,
While souls entwined and danced with joy
To the rhythm of the universe,
In an everlasting celebration of love.

Hushed voices and kisses hovering on the corner of the lips,
Merry eyes that sparkle in mirth, oblivious to all but one around,
Two bodies fused in one breath
Of three unuttered words.

The sunset in the distant west
Cheeks flushed with rosy hues of tenderness
As the orb sinks into the clam,
Two fires burn with passion, brighter than the sun.

A dull gray twilight and dirty red clouds,
Bright city lights and loud honks,
Colours fade away into reality
And I stand alone again.

The Lost Star-Child

Sometimes I simply wonder what it is that I am seeking from life. Sometimes I think I know, but of late I don't know at all. Sometimes I think I've simply lost myself in this expanse that we call the Universe... And all of a sudden, as I gaze upon the sea, at the end of day, watching the crimson fade away into the darkening blue - there seems to be no respite.

It seems that someone with a wave of his hand just blotted out the stars... The skies that gave me life, the stars that set me ablaze all seem gone - behind a curtain of clouds. I sat there for long, very long - fighting with the sea, the skies to just see one star, just one star to wish upon for the fire in the star would surely make miracles...

But it seems the whole Universe has conspired - The sea rages, the wind blows, and the earth spins on in everlasting motion and yet no sign of my star-child.

I wonder what it was that I did - for I loved the skies and it gave me a star-child - and then before I knew it, my star-child was gone ...

Could you ever steal a prayer to deny your God
Could you ever buy your love and not count the cost
Could you ever take a life when all was lost
And would it ever be enough

Could you bite the hand that feeds you and then ask for more
Could you kiss the wound that bleeds spit it on the floor
Could you open up your heart then close the door
And would it ever be enough

Every word you whisper
All the tears you hide
You die for love when it's alive
But where does love go when it dies

If you came across your dream would you walk on by
Hold a candle to the wind and just let it die
And is there room inside your mind for one more try
And would it ever be enough

I watch the time go rushing by it's like an ocean wave
Showing you no mercy throwing dirt upon your grave
You're drowning in the darkness and you're blinded by the light
And there ain't no prayer that's gonna save you now

If you woke up from your sleep blood on your hands
Would you wash the pain away no one understands
There must be someone out there who can help you breathe again
And would it ever be enough

Every word you whisper
All the tears you hide
You'll die for love
When it's alive
Where does love go when it dies?

(Where Does Love Go When It Dies, Def Leppard)