Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Wish you were here


                         I’m not sure you’d noticed that the nights  
                         seems a tad longer,
                         The morning comes, it still does;
                         I wake up to one less sparrow chirping 
                         everyday,
                         Since the day you went away.

                         I’m not sure if you know that your garden 
                         sings of spring time,
                         Red and yellow roses true, some bonsais 
                         too;
                         All for you,
                         All because of you.
  
                          For every new day that comes by,
                          For every day that you’re gone, 
                          Home isn’t what it should be,
                          Without you, it’ll never be the same.      

                          It isn’t the same now…
                          Nay, it’ll never be the same tomorrow,
                          Love you as I do, I’ll always miss you,
                          Grave and forlorn, I wish for you…
                          I wish you were here.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Flower in the rain

You are the one, there's no one else
Who lifts me up
And gives me water from the well


But there's a hole
That seems to drain it all away
And once again I'm left in fear and doubt
When all my strength is crying out

The evil wind, it blows a storm
To rock my world
Just when I think I'm safe and warm           


I'm led astray far too easily
It's always hard for me to say I'm wrong
Until I know I can't go on


So here I am again
Willing to be opened up and broken like a flower in the rain
Tell me what have I to do
To die and then be raised
To reach beyond the pain
Like a flower in the rain


Tuesday, October 05, 2010

Rhythmic Moves

The music keeps changing around me. Every change requires new moves.
You need poise, gracefulness along with strength and agility.
Whether you tango with your partner, or you foxtrot with a group, you need to be in rhythm with the music.Look at the cha-cha-cha for instance, marked with energy and slow moves, the appeal lies in the rhythm.Whether it’s sensual ramba or the flirtatious salsa, the music will lead.A dance is all about finding a form of expression and enjoying it to the fullest.
Music and dance moves, all come together beautifully!

So do your plans, your hopes, your aspirations, your dreams.
You dance to the moment, to the emotion, to that gut instinct compelling you to move forward, to the reasoning in your mind, every day, and every second of your living.

Somehow somewhere there is music playing to which you dance. In a moment of lucidity, you often realized that somehow your plans had come through (maybe via another path),
hopes were justified, aspirations were met and dreams were lived. It is nature’s way.


She got married last month to her beau of 6 years, earned a PhD in Zoology, while aspiring to be the proverbial khasi-youngest daughter, taking care of her parents(The khasis are a tribe in the north-east of India. As per custom, the youngest daughter takes care of the well being of the parents in old-age).
She’d said she wanted educational qualifications. She’d said she wanted a man who’ll love her for keeps. She’d said she’ll take care of her mother and grand-parents.She is doing it all now.
 Nature says yes!


He had always wanted to be the best in whatever he aspired to be. He achieved it, while bringing new life and hope to his widower father.Right now he aspires to venture into a new field. Slight fears trouble him but the dream tantalizes him.Knowing him, he’ll make it happen. 
Nature says yes!


Another one fought for her marriage, got married and still struggles for acceptance.

Yet another had quit his job to become a free lance concept designer/artist; stressed out, while past relationships makes a come back. He is ducking the bullets right now.

There is one who seemed settled and all set for a good life. But he is pull down by health issues and a stirring need to fulfill an unknown calling.
Like a ship sailing with the sails down, he is.

The above are stories of people I have come across and loved. We've seen ourselves through childhood, clumsy adolescence and hanging on through adulthood, now.I have more stories to tell.Point is,I see a constant pattern in all of them. As long as the music is playing, acceptance will be hers; the nozzle of the gun would close, no more bullets for him to dodge; and the sails of his ship will be up.
Nature says yes!

My life is no stranger to it all. The music keeps changing.
At 19, we made plans on how we wanted life to shape up.
Love,financial independence, a good job and position, was what I asked for.
Marriage was in the cards but never the destination.
Between then and now, life happened. It threw plans out of gear, tested me beyond understanding.My nerves were frazzled. My emotions felt grinded, violated, butchered. 


In the midst of it all, I find myself independent with a job, financially secured (for now), and in love for keeps.
I am my own woman.
Nature says yes!

Lately I have a need for solitude and seclusion. For those who know the gregarious me, it’s alarming.

But I think I am in the crossroads of something life changing (maybe).

I am not deeply troubled by it because if nature says yes, then the music would still play and dance, I will.

When the music changes, so does the dance. 



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