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It is way early in the morning, I am just sitting and watching movies wow I just can’t sleep. I would’ve been more creative and better without T.V. I know that still I watch it. There are things I still do for no reason at all. Today and old friend asked me on IM “Are You still single” the talk went this way… name was deleted for his privacy.

Me: I don’t know anything about marriage and I am not thinking about it now
My Friend:yeah, it’s different…but, eventually worth it
Me: Nothing is bigger than my ego.. hehehe 😀
Me: I think I told you a long time back it will be virtually impossible for a girl to tolerate me
My Friend: thats what u think…God has created one for all of us
Me: I will not move against the will of God
My Friend: If God created one for me, he will bring that one to me

After that I took a poem I was writing, I read what all I wrote and thought why the hell did I named that poem “The Drowning Man” it all looked weird. So I deleted some lines from what I wrote and finished it.

Storms.

The great plains in all greatness lay,
In the middle of the American land,
Where sun’s rays danced in summer tunes.
The day went by and rays disappeared,
As dark bales of clouds from all sides came,
And loomed above all, filling gloom,
The summer storm spread her wings all around.

Drops one by one came down and hit the ground,
Then in time those drops grew thin but more came,
The rain lashed over the dried out land,
Filling thirsty plants that danced in tunes of drops,
The sounds so wonderful to hear,
Everything in the never ending rain soaked,
O the blessing everything waited, so late came,
Took the dark cloak of an unsaid curse.

Every bit of the ground first went soaked,
Then the water from all sides raised,
The flood through every corner flashed,
The power of nature like a monstrous serpent flown,
Into the depths of every bit of life and beyond,
All that rested with the flow without directions floated,
Nothing felt the weight of material they are,
And floods defeated gravity and took it all.

All green covered with water and left to rot,
What once a blessing a tool of destruction became,
Then flown away through rivers and most sucked by mother,
When the sun gained his might once more over the lands,
Sprouts of life from the belly of mom came and filled the lands.
The cycle for years passed and storms came and gone,
Life once lived stayed strong, died and passed,
The strength measured in looks, age and status.

Nothing stayed the same though from far all looked same,
Even the storm that brewed up from west looked same,
Though first in joy of showers and then the cloak it took,
The dark old one that carried the unsaid curse,
They all looked same but time changed them from inside,
Those who drowned never known the role they played,
Nothing gone wasted as what rot fertilized new growth.

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Enya—Amarantine

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This is my first post in this year. I hope none will ever ask me how is it so far. Well.. anyway, I have nothing to say. Enjoy the poem

TheBreakfast.

The look of the winter morn so sweet,
With sun glowed more by the snow laid streets,
Everything white and nature exhaled,
Her breeze all around covering bodies in winter cold.

The warmth of the coffee felt at lips,
As nightly hunger by the breakfast killed,
Oh’ his eyes passed through the paper fast,
And saw nothing that thrilled his mind.

He listened to nothing as most of what heard,
Meant nothing to him in every way,
But the good old mom earth revolved,
With him also, who did no good to none.

The ways of the wilder youth are gone,
Though to himself many times he asked why,
Those days and ways made his heart so warm,
No winter freeze in those days he ever felt.

But the memory of those days and ways remained,
Even when he inhaled the cigarette smoke deep,
Every roll that exhaled left another moment of life,
But still the past remained past engraved deep in the soul.

The coffee though still warm but felt strong,
The Omelet and French toast feeling the winter,
Yet he finished them all and took one last drag,
Looked at the paper once more and then around.

Oh’ how many days passed by with no sign of change,
Life in every way passed the same like the roll of smoke,
And the coffee and breakfast never broke the fast,
Yet, gave fuel for yet another cold winter day.

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Elton John – Circle of Life – Live in Ephesus.
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The last day of turbulent year woke upwith nothing unusual. I wish every day that passed me by in the year2007 were like this one. They were not. I felt cursed this past year.Well I am a very lucky man to be where I am even with misfortunesrelentlessly haunting me. Well.. there were good things also but theshadow of something unknown always covered my senses. The mistakeswere too much, at this age I just can’t make them. Period.

I am not a resolution person. Idon’t make resolutions. I live my life according to the way itunfolds. So in many ways I passed I only see two footsteps. Thatbothers me a lot these days, but I don’t really care about it thesedays. Whoever stays will find the better part of me, rest …whatever. So I am going back to where I truly belong those who reallyknow me, will know where that place is. It is an uphill task but I amsure once I have to climb that hill and be where I truly want to be.Then settle down there. This is it, I am leaving the consultant life.So in a way 2008 is a year in which I will define myself and organizeand execute a plan that took sometime to figure out. If I cannot dothat I will declare myself as the biggest loser.

Hope you all stay safe out there….This is one day, when all temptations are fulfilled. Have fun myfriends…You all have a wonderful New Years Eve.

I will leave you all with a smile this year….

Do you know what I hate most, those who comes and tell me Seasons greetings, Happy holidays, duh… I don’t even have holiday. I work my ass out… that is not the point. When it is Christmas holiday, say Happy Christmas, Merry Christmas. Say it. That’s the truth, rest are all lies. Well said that, it is a time of giving, maybe it is a little thing one could do, but it brings more cheer than one can imagine. Don’t forget the unfortunate when you feel fortunate. I am fortunate to say that.

There is not a lot going on, one good news is my brother’s mother-in-law is okay. She is out of the hospital now. The surgery to remove her brain tumor was successful. Nothing else is happening around, I am working every day. That’s it.

The poem, I saw many people walking with their hands in the pocket before the salvation army bell ringers without even a smile. This is not the season of giving just gifts to loved ones, this is the season of giving. That thought plus some reality I am facing. I put it all together in one little poem.

 

Merry Christmas my friends, brothers and sisters. I love you all.

Heavenly Love

The mind spoke all the time reassuring,

When failures of the material life crushed,

Hopes that shed light to see ways ahead,

In the darkest paths so hard to pass.

 

What led to the failures mind never asked,

Still endured in views so optimistic,

Every time I fell a beautiful face mind found,

That kindled the hopes in the brightness of their eyes.

 

But like mirages they all faded away,

Love to which I once told no,

Now whenever I felt said to me, no,

And the bitterness in depths of my heart, I always felt.

 

Oh’ these days they just pass me by,

When fairness of values I know not,

When gladness always leads to sad thoughts,

And the silence finds pleasure in the torture of mind.

 

Yes the all reassuring words first became meaningless,

Then they too faded away along with faces,

My nerves feel cold as no warmth of love it feels,

My face smile-less, my mind speechless,

And soul, in a never ending fall.

 

Spiritless walks, dreamless sleeps and thought less talks,

Days went in haste; nights loomed over with a vengeance,

Then on a dark evening along the narrow sideways when I walked,

Heard an abandoned, homeless asking for help,

Emptied my pocket and without a word I walked.

 

Little it maybe, but the spirit of the mind came back,

Then said, “Love never cursed you, Love never will,

If it did, the homeless will be sleeping hungry in the cold”.

No more cold in my nerves I felt,

As I can feel that heavenly love, from inside.

 

 

 

 

The video, Elton John’s Rocket Man… good mix of other scenes… recently someone told me her favorite song of Elton John is this song… I was looking for this video and found it in Youtube.. enjoy.

 

There is an ice storm brewing outside. I am at my brother’s home, working from home. I should be going back probably by the end of the week. But it is wonderful here, watching a big HD T.V and eating junk food (with each bite of it I can see it getting converted into fat and wrapping around my waist) and working. If I can work like this forever.. wow.. what a wonderful life it will be. Well I think I should get back to office, life should not be that wonderful, I’ll miss, yelling at people, going out for lunch, and gossips and office politics.

 

The poem.

At some part of the day, everyday I just sit and think. The thoughts go through many different things. Some of the thoughts are very unreal. In many ways those thoughts are ridiculous. After one of those thought processes I literally laughed at myself for even thinking about some in a particular way. Then I wrote this poem. Who that person is what I thought about that person is the topmost secret in my life.. .. naaaaaa I will never tell.. hehehe.

 

Enjoy

A Little Lie.

 

The rays of the evening sun said farewell,

With a light cool wind that came,

Over the dying flowers of last days of summer,

And filled in the nature, scents lost in the warmth.

 

Oh’ how silly to even think about her,

For another time, when inevitability long time back spoke,

Oh’ still a story weaved in mind that told a dream,

The story of love, the story mind loved.

 

She walked in tunes blown into her ears,

She spoke in the language of the heart,

She lived in a small town far, far away,

Felt her heart so near, such was the prettiness of her soul.

 

In the depth of her heart she felt,

The love of a man, whom she knows not,

Only from far he looked, only his words she heard,

Still she loved him from the depths of pretty soul.

 

On a day when nesting birds left,

When wind lost the cold and gained warmth,

He said in his words, his mind and his love,

In the happiness she felt all she forgot.

 

Days of love filled with beautiful smiles,

Nights of love filled with wonderful dreams,

Sleepless then both remained and showered each other,

Words of love, songs of love and in rhythms unknown,

They both danced hand in hand.

 

All her thoughts he knew, all his actions she read,

Every bit of each other they both felt,

In understanding so perfect as they never disliked,

Any thoughts, words or actions of each other.

 

Nothing stopped them from asking each other,

The formalities of society and a happy day to reckon,

Then forever they remained in happiness,

Vowing to each other the soul of each other.

 

The story was told in many different ways,

In different circumstances and scenarios,

Though many faces seen in each others lives,

Still in the depths of heart, her smile remained.

 

But a truth known in every thought of her,

That none of the thoughts should ever become real,

But still love to think and in soliloquy tell,

A new tale about her love though I know,

It is yet another little lie.