Hand-to-heart, I am just a rhyme-less crash-landed-before take-off poet.
Sometimes I scribble, on a piece of paper or a notepad, some random thoughts, on the way I see perceive and react to life, my dreams and my realities, reflections on the days gone by & the life to come, of the people I meet and those I left behind, that's where this blog basically comes from.
I have a day job that doesn't give me long nights; un-pretentious and honest people attract me like magnets; I am a one recipe for all cook who thrives on self praise; sometimes I get all tongue tied, which means either I almost love you or I find it disdainful to even talk to you; I have often caught myself saying 'awesome' when faced with a mirror; the one female who has ever loved me back is my car; I can be uncouth and smooth, awkward and at ease, sometimes even simultaneously; I laugh at myself; I strongly relate to Hesse's Siddhartha and his quest; and yes I don't take anything I say seriously, I have seen too many of my opinions change.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
Ek Sach
Hum apne aap se bhi chup ke rote hain
-
Lying on my bed, watching a small fading light bobbing around on the lake beyond the edge of my bed, I started wondering about life. Have b...
-
From a new place of love, I try to start a chapter again, discovering the purple shades of my heart, I watch the bubbles that form and burst...
-
As the sun went behind Albo, the tallest hill in town, everything grew suddenly colder and quite. Narda had been moping through the weeken...