Randomly..

Few things whether you see them horizontally, perpendicularly, laterally or vertically they still seem the same. The thing that I am talking about here, are the emotions of being in love or perhaps the wrench in your stomach when you get caught in the middle of perhaps the most embarrassing moment. All the logic and soberness seems to just go out of the window and then you are feeling either of the two in the above given example…’By gawd…I’m in love…is it me…in love? WOW..this is just amazing’ and then you find yourself feeling the most beautiful, most loved and dunno what not..or the other emotion would be ..’Could I just disappear or perhaps all these people could just disappear…or perhaps it’s just a dream’. I believe we all have been there to go though this once or a couple or may number of times in our lifetime. The point I’m trying to drive home is simple..Acceptance of the bare fact that…it’s OKAY..so what you have once again fallen in that deep love and feeling just amazing...

On the lonely roads we travel, with backpacks as heavy as carrying a truck load of cement bags, trying not to fall into a ditch or encounter rain in between, for the cement may solidify and we may never be able to get out of the mess. With worn out shoe soles, blistered shoulders, looking for a place, where you can rest, get rid of the weight and travel light on the road less travelled, for the unknown out there might be either enthralling or dreadful, you keep moving step by step or by leaps and bounces. Can feel the cool wind blowing the hair though standing in the middle of the desert, and the thirst seems growing day after day, yet mirages are all that one can see, and no true greenery. Yet as a traveler, the journey continues further ahead, the backpack seems a bit lighter than before for you have shared the cement bags with some unknown needy on your way to further unknown. The lightness of the backpack, seems like a momentary break for now it has more space to make place fo...

There are times when you just say this ‘What was I thinking?’ or rather say ‘Why was I thinking?. Today was one of those days when I looked at myself with that bright radiant smile and said, ‘I feel blessed and I’m filled with gratitude and faith’. The past 57 hours has been the longest in a very very long time. All analytics and logic seemed had gone out of the window and I was in this state of carrying a big boulder on my head and fire below me. All that I could do was pray with all my heart and soul. Have you experienced this feeling of praying so intensely that your head hurt and the more you tried to calm your self the more agitated you become? Well the past 57 hours had been exactly that. So, after all this doze of heavy emotional adjectives..before anyone gets overtly cynical about me and all that I have written; I give you the background. It is all for the endless wait for one phone call from someone, who has given a total different dimension and path to my life lately. O...

They say when creativity strikes, everything else that goes around a human mind just stops, perhaps for the shear mystical feeling one feels, of what would be the result of the creative outburst. After many years I am also feeling that same rush of creativity or maybe an expression longing to be expressed. Started writing in the old traditional way, using an old diary and the nearest pen I could get hold of. After jotting down the first few lines realized, the thoughts are running much faster than the speed of my fingers, trying to catch up with every single moment of expression exploding in form of words. Realizing the fact changed the mode of jotting down the thoughts from a pen and paper to my laptop. Maybe the joy of being able to write again made me move away from watching every stroke of the letters on the paper and the words takes it own formation on my laptop. Life off late has been more reclusive than it was a few months back. Going back and forth in time sailing through a tho...