Captures....

The Dust lay witness to the neglect,

A jolt of wind, left me sneezing

But I braved all odds, there they lay

The memories caged in silent photographs.



I come back to these sketches

Everytime I feel different.

They allow me to reflect on my past,

What I was and what I have become.



Ever wonder, if these captures do come alive,

Life wouldn't be worth living anymore,

We would want to go back,

Try to hang on to the past, orphaning the future.



The first time I toddled,my graduation,

My newspaper appearence, all have found a place,

They all have gathered dust

But not the ones that have bled our hearts.



I browse through time,

Sometimes I laugh again I cry,

Just want to relive those memories

Want to hold mamma's and pappa's finger forever.



The jolt of wind once more,

Scattering the memories all over the floor,

A wink and I just had a flashback,my life,

A chubby cheek cutie, now a hunk.



The memories ,fond, gather dust,

The eyes water, on every sad memory,

Whatever humane qualities we have,

Are taught by these truths of life, memories.



The photographs keep memories alive,

Memories shouldn't be traced back,

Memories pave the way for a new beginning,

Memories are teachings of life................

Los Amigos.......

Our hearts met while quarelling over a pair,

The anger eventually turned into love...

And love became LOVE ACTUALLY..

...

The harbinger of friendship fell flat,

Paved the way for us to share each other.

My friend it's been long, or is it just my imagination

That we have lived like princes in cupid's empire...



From his scent to mine,

From his words to mine,

From him to me,

I have stolen you, 'cause beautiful,

I wanted you to love me...



We have shared a lot, just 'bout everything

We have travelled thick and thin,

But still the spirit that bonds us

Is indomitable, or is it, just mad love...



Trapped in a garden, we've been each other's soul

Now that we have chosen avenues to follow,

Is it going to be the same ever again,

Will us be a story, or just a mere memorabilia...



I order you, love me or hate me,

But forget me not, dear friend,

'cause you are my best friend in the whole wide world....

15 minutes in my head

There’s noise all around me. It’s pretty tough to concentrate on the book that I was trying to get myself engrossed into. But the disturbances (both external and internal) kept me away. The noise outside and the loud thoughts inside my head complement my insanity. But with the exams round the corner, it scares me that my present state might destroy whatever that I have worked for in the last few years.


Suddenly, my eyes fell out of the window and on the Ganges. There was this beautiful little boat with a red sail. The wind was helping it scurry across the river. It felt great thinking of the boat and its passengers. They were traveling, seeing new places and people. They were free. So I thought if the bondage of the exams, future career and every bit of responsibility could be shrugged off for once and that I could set sail like the great Ulysses………My thoughts were in an imaginative frenzy when there was a phone call…….

The guy on the other end blabbered about his preparations for the upcoming exams. Who the hell is interested in his preparations !!! He just bludgeoned every bit of fun I was having on such a sulky day. It’s very pitiful. These type of people just are the most successful people. A line from a movie crossed my mind that we are not what we dream to be as children.

There are a very few who actually live there dreams, but mostly there are people like me who would die trying to fulfill his dream.One thing that I have to say to the guy that called “#@!!%^$$!@*&##@!” You are one big ass.

All this while my thoughts got a glimpse of a sail boat with a red sail, loud noises and me cursing somebody. I just penned all these haphazard thoughts down to blog them.