Xpre$$!ons...
They said, ‘careful ahead, go slow.’
I ignore.
They said, ‘you’re doing it again.’
I ignore.
They said, ‘it’s wrong.’
I ignore.
They said, ‘I don’t have to do this.’
I ignore.
They said, and kept saying.
They still are…
I ignore.
They said, ‘Ignore.’
I listen.
Bumpy boule'words'...
14.3.11
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22.1.11
You are the man I wait for
Xpre$$!ons...
No wonder this happened again,
you came with a surprise way in,
and so many surprises await.
For a man that you are,
this togetherness makes you my mate.
For a woman that I am,
you are the man I wait for.
Don’t make me wait for long,
take me away with you.
far, far from the coldness of this longing.
Unseen, untouched that our love is,
i see a touching, staring future ahead.
For a woman that I am,
you are the man I wait for.
No wonder this happened again,
you came with a surprise way in,
and so many surprises await.
For a man that you are,
this togetherness makes you my mate.
For a woman that I am,
you are the man I wait for.
Don’t make me wait for long,
take me away with you.
far, far from the coldness of this longing.
Unseen, untouched that our love is,
i see a touching, staring future ahead.
For a woman that I am,
you are the man I wait for.
22.9.10
Pasting dusty bygone
Xpre$$!ons...
Its gone, gone and gone.
When I stand here, looking back
An abhorrent past plays,
Some good, many dire shades they are.
I walk there, up to it.
I did not wipe the dust.
Its gone, gone and gone.
I saw a smile in darkness…
and a light here and there.
They came laughing, sometimes!
but laughing went back they,
crying the laughter’s wrath,
I stood there.
The pages I left there and walked,
i reached so far from dust and…
there came a running laugh, it stayed.
Still there, I see front.
And laugh at ‘pasting dusty bygone’.
Its gone, gone and gone.
Its gone, gone and gone.
When I stand here, looking back
An abhorrent past plays,
Some good, many dire shades they are.
I walk there, up to it.
I did not wipe the dust.
Its gone, gone and gone.
I saw a smile in darkness…
and a light here and there.
They came laughing, sometimes!
but laughing went back they,
crying the laughter’s wrath,
I stood there.
The pages I left there and walked,
i reached so far from dust and…
there came a running laugh, it stayed.
Still there, I see front.
And laugh at ‘pasting dusty bygone’.
Its gone, gone and gone.
20.9.10
I have nothing to say…
Xpre$$!ons...
What was on the wall today?
but I kept gazing at,
the prosaic air in the room drew more grey lines,
Not a good thing, no.
It’s scary, and it’s abnormally anomalous
having anything to say.
I have no grief to rue on,
No pain to heal
No feeling to sense
But don’t take away what I have
I have nothing to say…
What was on the wall today?
but I kept gazing at,
the prosaic air in the room drew more grey lines,
Not a good thing, no.
It’s scary, and it’s abnormally anomalous
having anything to say.
I have no grief to rue on,
No pain to heal
No feeling to sense
But don’t take away what I have
I have nothing to say…
18.9.10
You walked away…
Xpre$$!ons...
And there came a day when everything died. She walked away and argued that it was my mistake. Agreed, I was running a race evading my own people but it happens. Everybody makes mistakes and its okay to make one, may be even if that multiplies it’s still okay. Not because I committed one, just because my idea of loving a person is not in the idea of owning ones time. I am hurt, and may be because this came as an appalling demeanor for me. I was not your enemy, I was your friend! You could have may be called for the last time, if you ever considered me a friend or may be once met in person to ask me why I am the way I am. You walked away girl, and then said you’re alone!
And there came a day when everything died. She walked away and argued that it was my mistake. Agreed, I was running a race evading my own people but it happens. Everybody makes mistakes and its okay to make one, may be even if that multiplies it’s still okay. Not because I committed one, just because my idea of loving a person is not in the idea of owning ones time. I am hurt, and may be because this came as an appalling demeanor for me. I was not your enemy, I was your friend! You could have may be called for the last time, if you ever considered me a friend or may be once met in person to ask me why I am the way I am. You walked away girl, and then said you’re alone!
25.8.10
Religion is beautiful!
Xpre$$!ons...
There is a ray of light in the corner of my house inside the kitchen and I like the idea of lighting a lamp to God while offering prayers. There is something about the beam, it glows only in the corner but there is a mystifying miasma of light in the house, its celestial. No need to sit down and sing elongated religious hymns, I don’t believe in doing that to impress Gods. Everything we do and we don’t is ultimately to feel good.
I am more spiritual than religious but that does not mean I am not keen to rerun customs of the past during festivals. It brings home fun and fervor and the sense of belonging to a family, a tradition. I am not saintly, and so I also add materialistic pleasures; new clothes, scrumptious food.
On serious note, religion to me means doing good, being good, respecting other religion and being a part of good work but God can wait when there is work, as the saying goes, ‘Work is worship.’
There is some beauty in religion, it is colorful, and it binds us all together for good reasons surely, only if we construe ‘goodness’ from it. I may sound religious when I say ‘religion is beautiful’ and if what religion means to me is the same to you then, yes, I am religious!
There is a ray of light in the corner of my house inside the kitchen and I like the idea of lighting a lamp to God while offering prayers. There is something about the beam, it glows only in the corner but there is a mystifying miasma of light in the house, its celestial. No need to sit down and sing elongated religious hymns, I don’t believe in doing that to impress Gods. Everything we do and we don’t is ultimately to feel good.
I am more spiritual than religious but that does not mean I am not keen to rerun customs of the past during festivals. It brings home fun and fervor and the sense of belonging to a family, a tradition. I am not saintly, and so I also add materialistic pleasures; new clothes, scrumptious food.
On serious note, religion to me means doing good, being good, respecting other religion and being a part of good work but God can wait when there is work, as the saying goes, ‘Work is worship.’
There is some beauty in religion, it is colorful, and it binds us all together for good reasons surely, only if we construe ‘goodness’ from it. I may sound religious when I say ‘religion is beautiful’ and if what religion means to me is the same to you then, yes, I am religious!
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