Beingnostic

Never remembered a moment without that fearsweat

Cool breeze of intellect

Death haunting the life,

Who is lifting my hand,who is inside, and who is this

Is he different from the rest, or is it sickness of mind.

The glee of knowing the unknown, or such pretense

Time goes by and waiting along the road to nowhere

God, fade this memory, decimate my being,

why nothing seem real,for this lazy me

mashed sights, garbled sounds, pungent smells of this life

waiting for Him to pickup this garbage

and to dump in the celestial landfill.

Route 1.memories

some where in Malibu

Niagara..letdown..

since we saw it from the US side..the water was let down..dont miss the Maid of the Mist boat ride ...

on the way back..sunset..

Melanchoholic

Why is that such a sadness has crept under your eyes, and your skin?

What can I do to make you happy?

What if it is a reflection of myself, my thoughts coming back to me doubled up and with such a force bouncing againt your walls of past.

Am i sad too all the while, its not you who is not making me happy, it is me who is not willing to be happy.

What i need and what i want, is to be with you.

The seed..Of the Tree of Love

The seed,

Grew in to a big tree

It was cut in to pieces..

Refuses to vanish from sight

The form changed..looked lifeless

Sprouted when rained

Knowing too well that past glory can't be attained

So be the heart..the thoughts

Grew in to a huge tree of love

Cut down by circumstances

Refuses to die

Takes on new forms

Waiting for the rains to come

The tree of love..

Post script:

She looked beautiful..
Her pregnant form
Her face and bosom full
Smiled happily and said Hi!!
She smelled of milk and deoderant
Her long hair,big eyes,
Came closer and asked
About things that seemed
Suddenly important!
Are they?
Radiating warmth..
The dust and road
Suddenly becomes bearable
Everybody else
Becoming insignificant..

The morning seems to be unreal
Sun drenching the roads
The mind racing
Is she there?
The mocking face says..
Ah you..
She's gone..

Friend

Friend:

Of countless
To count on forever

Friendship:

Events and circumstances?

Companion:

To make you as me
And me as you
And then
The question of
remembering and forgetting
Never arises..

You:

To know that
You as the lover of life
Of Incidents
Of thrills
Of places,people and persons

but I as only a lover of
You Alone

Losing you means
Losing my soul..

Awakening:

It may take a lifetime
To realize
Eventhen
Its not too late
As against
Not realizing at all

To deciede on events and circumstances alone
Then
HE alone can help..

The act of loving,
of giving
Spontaneous
Never forced or planned

never thought you are not
part of me..

The Special One?!

When some one is waiting for the special one to arrive in their life, one wonders for how long..

The time machine ultimately decides to lock in the special one? if the global count of humans is around six billion, the love god must be working very hard to pair them up with all the special category of specifications to fit each of them.

When i say people end up with each other more by coincidence than by choice? and is it the same as by not allowing the choice?

and its possible for you to love many as deem fit, as its not fair for me to judge whom you should love?

The Future is here

Typically this is what is going to happen,

As you grow you become more confused than ever before..

And start saying things which you never really did..

Adding stuff to a faded memory and memorize the myth and stirr it with reality spice and offer to anyone who is willing to eat..

So please wait for my Egology...