The Glass Wall

The Window

2008-10-26T18:20:00.007Z

I looked out of the windowBeyond lay the worldStreets, lamp-posts, housesPeople, dogs, bins and unending roads...It filled my vision from onecorner to the other of my eyesAll engulfing and all ecompassingUntil there was nothing more to lifethan streets, lamp-posts, housesPeople and unending roads...And then when it all presseddown upon my heart a bit too muchwhen the weight of mundane liferode

Swirls and Vortexes...

2008-10-12T17:02:00.004+01:00

The importance of living in the present moment, the here and now, has never been more apparent to me, than now! Living fully in the present means - without being burdened by the past or worrying about the future to the extent - that it prevents us from acting and actualising the present. Easier said, than done, of course! So much of our pain and distress stems from the fact, that we insist on

Eternal waves...

2008-10-05T15:29:00.003+01:00

Such meandering a path is this life...the harder I try to walk the straight line, the harder it gets....the harder I try to not be involved, the harder it gets....perhaps I should just let be.....One can intellectualise, to theorise, one can try and rise above emotion- but but but- we weave our own webs and then wail - I am caught! I could and can see the web I am creating around me...I can see

Different Dimensions...

2008-09-23T13:55:00.005+01:00

There is this urgent desire and the need to pare down everything in life. I do not know how best to explain that except as perhaps a return to simplicity and a call to return to what i call as THE ORIGIN.Since having begun meditation in earnest I find myself grappling with sudden surges of electrical energy, it is intoxicating, it is orgasmic and it is at times painful. And all these experiences

Changing landscapes

2008-08-30T16:46:00.007+01:00

The inner map has changed; familiar corner stones of who I am as a person are no longer there - i find myself floundering. Am I a better person for the change or worse? Its a question I cannot resolve - only time will provide an answer or so I hope.Everything is a point of view, a perspective, especially when it comes to deciding what is 'right' and 'wrong'. I have always believed in eternal

Rapture...captured...

2008-07-09T13:13:00.005+01:00

The surge spreads within this bodyand 'I' am not my body at allI float somewhere deep withinseparated from all that sinew and boneA pleasure so intensely brewedthat mere muscle and nerve can never mimicIs that what you are...My God...My LoveIs that really you?There is only the electric blue that I float inand then sometimes the soft lavender fog engulfingThe Heart a hugeness of happinessthat 'I'

....it has begun....

2008-06-11T18:26:00.001+01:00

Can you hearThe space between spacesIt calls to meFrom a place I know notBut reaches deep withinThe inner reaches of my heartThe space between spacesOverflows-My heart cannot containIt aches –And my body blossomsWith nectar spaceThe space between spacesIs sweet and quietSerene with love-Still momentsStillstillstill

The Swirling Dervish

2008-01-22T21:10:00.000Z

I thought I was on the pathdelving deep inside, withinwhere dervishes swirledto the tune of a mystical mind....I thought I had left behindthe debris of drunken desiresand moulted into a soul divinetaking to flights, so unimaginable....I thought I had broken freeof bonds beyond reasonof love without a seasononly to soar with passion, so unreasonable....And now here I lie again, delving deep

Parallel....

2006-07-28T09:35:00.000+01:00

A finger-gap A chasm Untouched. Textured leaves Grasshopper alights Tenderness in your eyes. A

Discarded.

2006-07-17T09:16:00.000+01:00

Discarded coffee cupsBurnt cigarette stubsBright crimson lipsShe’s a disposable child-womanIn a commodity filled plastic world;She wakes bleary eyed inYesterday’s crumpled sheetsIn a world searchingfor instant love;The frightened child withinCarrying yesterday’s burdenTrying to fill tomorrow’s hunger;She looks in the mirrorSeeing a face unrecognisableused and lined andBruised and

Seeking sky...

2006-07-07T16:00:00.000+01:00

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Searching...

2006-06-16T11:19:00.000+01:00

I am searching for words..they seem to have deserted me for now..but I'll try and capture some scattered ones that come almost abstractedly, to my mind...I view life almost through an inverted telescope, distant and separate, as I watch myself trundling along the roads, in a rickety bus thats life. Its not too bad really, it could be worse, but sometimes,I view life through an inverted telescope.

The Core.

2006-06-02T11:58:00.000+01:00

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THANK YOU!

2006-05-30T17:26:00.000+01:00

A very big Thank You to...THE CLONED CORPSE OF MARCUS TALMarcus Tal's SUPER BLOGGERS CLUB: Innerspace of a Pincushion..for honouring me with a 'poechemitical' poem written just for me! Needless to say I am deeply touched..for who am I..not a Queen..not a Diva but a tiny little pincushion lying in a corner of this vast blogolandic-universe!*Bows*:))

A Haiku....

2006-05-23T19:06:00.000+01:00

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You never have...

2006-05-07T17:16:00.000+01:00

This is the time when random words and random worlds take hold of me.This is the feeling so amorphous that it seeps through me.This is the choked pain that has your name written on it.This is the feather breath that has suffocated, for you have forgotten it.This is the time when I acknowledge you have forgotten me.This is when time whispers that you don't love me.And you never have.

Joy!

2006-04-17T15:43:00.000+01:00

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Sorrow.

2006-04-04T10:18:00.000+01:00

Sorrow is a wilted rosesepia-tinted and crumpled up prose,Sorrow is cold winter rainslithering down cracked window panes,Sorrow is dilapidated barnsin forgotten little villages,Sorrow is love discardedwalking down deserted lanes,Sorrow is softly sharpcutting through sinew and heart,Sorrow walks the streetsand spills through old news-reels,Sorrow drowns mundanelyin unknown and anonymous tales,

A Tale of Two Poems.

2006-03-17T14:44:00.000Z

The Biggest-puffed-up-poem of all said….(without really saying anything at all!)“I pontificate,using importantsounding words,I think deeplyabout the world,and fit into mylittle-big linesillusions galore;I’m difficultto understandantitheticaland paradoxicalwith Metaphorsunusual;Don’t you seethat’s howits supposedto be,If you want to beas importantas can be!”(The puffed up poem looked downupon the

Sin-city.

2006-03-10T09:34:00.000Z

AD.(double click on pic for higer reso) She slithers through the nightand hidesthe grim grimeas the city glittersand bearsa false smilesoul-dead inside;A baby wailsbehind locked doorsits business as usualas the Limos roll;Her mother's hearttrips, the tight viceconstricts;'Its moneybabe'!He snorts at her.'Get in the car,do some bz'ness,just part your legsthen you can go,babe!' Andthe baby

In the mood!

2006-03-06T19:34:00.000Z

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In the mood!

2006-03-06T16:09:00.000Z

Its getting brighter-lighter-and-am-get-in-the-mood-for-spring, time now but the bloomin' cold shows no sign of abating though and my red-rudolph-nose (poor thing!) is being shown no mercy. How the hell is a lady supposed to look sexy with a drippin' nose, drippin' eyes and five layers of clothes, a waddlin' Eskimo, that surely is me..ugggh..and then there are those mid-riff-baring,

Her soliloquy:

2006-02-27T09:59:00.000Z

Shredded bits of paper with torn stories, thy name is life. The one bedrock of my certainty proved to be a waxy candle, burnt down. What do I hold on to now? My dreams wail a betrayal that I cannot articulate. But I have no one to blame but myself! Me the architect of morbid messes.Transparency eludes me at this point and life is just another name for opaqueness. Sentences in the past tense,

Timeless...

2006-02-20T11:26:00.000Z

...its amazing how love can transcend time, distance, age and sometimes even gender... i wait for the ocean wave to whisper your message washed up on the shore buried deep in the sandfor centuriesunknownBrokeback Mountain said it all..it doesn't matter whether love happens to be between two people of

2006-02-10T17:49:00.000Z

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Wine & cigarettes!

2006-02-10T09:05:00.000Z

I drink youinWith every sipAlasyou aren’tHereTo seehow I bleedyouin myblood stream-------------------------You spiral me awayWith every puffAll that remainsOf menowIs the stubThat you grindUnder your heel--------------------------Frozen sparkling tearsDrying on silken websOf lashes….Scattered reflectionsOf shattered lovingIn flashes…Murmured whispersTrailing on lipsNow silenced.Now bring

Why?

2006-02-05T16:21:00.000Z

I sit tapping in front of this silver screen, marvelling at its magic that transcends distances and time and connects hearts and minds flung across the blue marble. I imagine blue sparks coursing through space like a living form and me running along side them. I met you and you and you all becoming an inseparable part of my life through these sparkling lights and it all began on this silver

Then and Now...

2006-01-06T18:43:00.000Z

Then: The darkness cloaked her as she peeled off her second skin, exposing heart and flesh. The mirror blinked, taken aback. Her fingers fluttered around the scarred skin of her stomach. She looked carefully, leaning forward into the mirror staring into it; time had woven a web around her eyes. The room clouded up as desperation trickled down in a black streak from

Somewhere...somehow...

2005-12-28T10:50:00.000Z

There’s a smile hiding somewhere,I just need to find it…Sometimes it disguisesItself as a little teardropthat falls with a big splosh….I chase after it on big red busesand sometimes just about catch iton the corners of little gift shopsor lovers’ lips kissing in bliss… Sometimes it won’t come to meno matter how hard I try….perhaps I could find it in a friendperhaps all I need to do is try…

For you!

2005-12-22T10:49:00.000Z

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The lover.

2005-12-12T09:07:00.000Z

(My work brings me in contact with people who have suffered devastating tragedies in some way in their life..this poem is 'inspired'...am not sure thats an appropriate word..by one such tragedy..) He stood shiveringwet skin and dry eyes;He jingledjangled tunesbreaking throughtorn pocketwounds. He lived roughand pretended

Miles to go....

2005-12-02T14:32:00.000Z

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Two shadowed faces...

2005-11-27T11:08:00.000Z

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Seduction.

2005-11-23T18:13:00.000Z

The glow of light was just right, the music muted, the scene was set and the seduction was just waiting to happen! I licked my lips and averted my eyes. I was determined I would hold out for as long as possible. I would NOT capitulate! But...I couldn't keep my eyes off! My lips trembled and I could almost taste the sweetness, the little bit of Chardonnay that I'd had had already put me in the

Dusk.

2005-11-13T17:03:00.000Z

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Dusk.

2005-11-13T15:36:00.000Z

Drizzling eyes, heavy skiessighing shadows andlengthening nights....Words unspoken in emptyconversations, jostling withsilent spaces lying acrossempty beds....

An Apostrophe.

2005-10-30T16:20:00.000Z

Sometimes between shadows lie words suspended and the twilight hums above the sunset in lost memories. It's time suspended between the past and present and questions are asked by a restless heart.What will be? What cannot be? Why and how? And that wistful emotion laments a loss which is amorphous and elusive. Right now the grey sky has tipped down kissing tree tops and the yearning I know, will

By my side (55 word poem)

2005-10-28T08:52:00.000+01:00

You with me,A childpicking up pebbles,hunting four leaf clovers,running along primrose paths,licking lemons sitting on doorsteps,You with me,A youthin a restaurant full of people,gazing into my eyes as I gazed backat life aromatic with pain and strife,Loneliness so faithful,You’re always by my side......55 word poem(The 55-word poem idea is English-August'sthe link to which is posted in the title)

Dreams....

2005-10-19T17:36:00.000+01:00

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Silent.

2005-10-05T14:41:00.000+01:00

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You have won.

2005-09-29T17:49:00.000+01:00

Theres more to pain than just a broken heart....This is a loose translation of a famous line by the poet Faiz Ahmed Faiz, which has been a sort of guiding light to me in my dark hours. To look around is to find the sheer depth of human pain in all its forms, making you realise just how little your own loss is.And yet at the bottom of it all, what is affected as a consequence IS the heart. Its

Soul satisfaction....

2005-09-23T10:32:00.000+01:00

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Distant.

2005-09-15T15:01:00.000+01:00

Sat sipping sunshine weakened warmth filtering away.... A lonely red leaf twirled an autumn tune.... I sat on it and blew away a distant love.... Just a winter away.

The thirst.....

2005-09-09T22:16:00.000+01:00

Just Another Day.

2005-09-06T14:33:00.000+01:00

[This is the beginning of a short story which I recently wrote, the link to which I've placed in the title, if you wish continue reading onto the whole...which I hope you will want to :)). Please DO give me feedback/critque on the same..and I hope I shall be entertain some more and in a better way too...enjoy!]The mist was coming in thick and fast now. The crying of the seagulls moody and

Tender mercies!

2005-09-06T14:13:00.000+01:00

London 2.00 pmAnd now the heart is light and breath easier.... The angioplasty procedure on dad's heart has been successfully carried out he's now been discharged from the hospital! I have flown back to London and all's well that ends well! And it sure feels great to be back here; Thank god for tender mercies!

Thank you!

2005-08-26T09:04:00.000+01:00

I am flying back to Mumbai today to be with my family. My dad's condition is slowly stabilising but he is still in the ICU and all the major procedures have yet to be carried out...I am so touched and overwhelmed by the love and caring that you have all poured out. Your prayers have made a difference..I just know it! If I don't feel alone..its because of you, my dears...Thank you for reaching out

A slice of life.

2005-08-23T13:18:00.000+01:00

A month-A lifetime....They say if you love something you must set it free. I did. They say if it comes back to you it was yours, if it doesn't it never was.Mine never was.First- Caught in the bomb blasts in London.Next- Caught in the Bombay deluge.Then- Lost a cherished friend. For I wasn't cherished anyways. Shrug.Then- A lovely wedding. My brothers. Such a beautiful bride!Next- Deepened

Welcome home!

2005-08-06T13:16:00.000+01:00

5.00 pm - MumbaiI stared out with unseeing eyes, lost in an unseen but real enough world. Bits and fragments of memories swollen with longing burst low in a shower, drenching the snarled traffic below in silent reproach.The skies had stilled-for now-and eyes glittered with stilled fears. A deep breath! Eyes squeezed shut! Arms wrapped around myself.A jumbled collage of a locked home; a scattered

Manic Monsoon!

2005-08-03T07:19:00.000+01:00

A. A filtered haze ofgrey and blueAs I drenchedin you.....The cravingseddyingFlooded with pools of you....Awashed bodiesand garbagebodies are garbagetoo....(?)A rememberedflurry of You and Iwashed awayBut why thendoes my skin still ooze....With the thoughtof a monsoon you..... (??)

Meeeowwww !!

2005-07-22T09:57:00.000+01:00

Thank You!

2005-07-22T09:31:00.000+01:00

Thank you all for visiting despite my absence and encouraging me to get back! What would I do without you, my lovelies?!!Had decided wouldn't come back ever-ahhh reasons reasons but lets not get into silly things like that-what matters is that I simply couldn't do without you-and the words and pictures just want to burst out some more, for better or worse! So my lovelies you have put up with me

Twilight pinings...

2005-06-11T18:14:00.000+01:00

A. Will I ever see u again...?

Randomness....

2005-06-05T15:42:00.000+01:00

...and I rushed up to have this conversation with all of you...Still afternoons, always my favourite do this to me...The conservatory is flushed with warm sunlight and the book in my lap {A Suitable Boy (!!)-why are the ones we fall in love with always unsuitable (?!!)} curls around me in wispy fragrances of remembered long-lost moments...I'm drinking my umpteenth cup of fragrant Earl Grey..and

Mischief!

2005-06-01T18:34:00.000+01:00

Diving into the blueglass sky; ridingdesperate laughtermesmerised andshy; life a vagabond,a trip of ecstacy;a sublime sigh,a lovers tiff; a tearlicked off the lips;a French kiss; a jaggedcliff… life playing mischief!

Epilogue: The Dance

2005-05-27T09:43:00.000+01:00

Prologue

2005-05-27T09:35:00.000+01:00

The Dance.

2005-05-23T18:00:00.000+01:00

There she is! A delicately swaying apparition flitting gracefully against the velvety darkness of the theatre! Balanced on her toes, arms stretched out searching, face upturned in ardent agony.What is it that she seeks?Sometimes life changes in the flicker of a breath, in a rush of fractured seconds of infinity, in something as inane as somebody brushing past you for a split second climbing the

No answers.

2005-05-16T09:33:00.000+01:00

Do you remember?The empty houserooms full ofimprinted spacemy space;the glimmer ofblue lightas I faded into ashimmering screenout of sight...Do you remember?From across the worldshad I reached outlived a lifewith you;had been therean invisible apparitiondisappearingwhen youwanted it to…. Perhaps the wallstold youmy historyperhapsmy mysterystill hauntsyour memoryperhaps themists partsometimesand

Syringe baby.

2005-05-10T11:22:00.000+01:00

She sits thereon the pavementoutside the door…Her lonely perchday after dayhumming losttunes withempty eyesand a full womba syringeby her sideAndI wonder…..What games are played in thehormone hungryname of damp lovea chaotic fevered addictionwounding loveas wombs aretorn apartdesecrateddiscarded…Andthe worldgoes bydropping a coinfor herlonesome tuneAs she weepsfondling hersyringe babyby the road…

Soul urge...

2005-05-03T15:53:00.000+01:00

Endings - II

2005-04-29T13:19:00.000+01:00

It’s strange how the most powerful of endings are the ones which are not endings at all but long roads with no destinations; poignantly solitary endings which are conversations only nobody to converse with; endings which in themselves are like poetry in the making only nobody to see it being made. The finality of an ending is a relief, one shuts the book, one forgets

Abandoned...

2005-04-22T13:36:00.000+01:00

A series of endings...

2005-04-20T12:53:00.000+01:00

A wintry wetnessIn the aftermathOr a trail of memoriesSlithering down the cheeks?A garland of salty pearlsTasted and wasted awayIn vain waitingAs life gyratesInto yetAnotherTwist…--------- Come kiss me, once again….as a torn tear hoversuncertainly On locked lashesand the clock ticksominously Marking yet anotherend in nothingbut A series of endings…. _____________________

Tryin....

2005-04-04T08:33:00.000+01:00

Mornings!

2005-03-30T10:07:00.000+01:00

Bouncing back from yesterday's mindless horrors (not with a lil help from fellow blogger friends, thank yew, dearies!) I am back with a bang (wouldn't just love it, if there was a r.e.a.l one..heehee!)I took a trip around the world, with a steaming mug of coffee in hand. How does that grab you? And thats exactly what I did. Enjoyed. Right here by plonking my ass in front of the computer, first

You.

2005-03-29T08:55:00.000+01:00

Damnit.Just when I think I've thrown it all out, flushed it all out of my system. It comes back.Just when I think I've doused the blaze, the pain, it flares up all over again.Damn. damn this. damn me.

Be my love.

2005-03-26T16:39:00.000Z

I want.To meander randomly, stroll quietly, write with a purposeless purpose; let words have their way, pleasure me, I say.A smile. The little wordy handkerchiefs of grief are dry, crackling with starch and ironed but they blow now in the wind, freely moving voile. Sometimes they have a stiff upper lip, these words, I want to nudge them then into a gently gliding smile.Make love to me, molten

Heartfelt....

2005-03-17T17:21:00.000Z

Questions.

2005-03-14T11:09:00.000Z

Absolute Truth : Is there one ?I have always believed in that, but the world has its own versions and so does everybody else. The demarcating lines get swirled into a big whirlpool of conflicting emotions of every hue and colour and no more is there the clarity of a black and white truth! What IS the colour of truth ?Whose truth ?!One cannot escape the moments of truth one faces in life; some

Fire flower : The core !

2005-03-10T17:41:00.000Z

Answers.

2005-03-08T17:27:00.000Z

I don’t want youdoes that meanI don’t love you ?Answers aren’tmeant to be simplemerely antithetical.Shards of glasspiercing throughthat’s peaceabsent for you.So for nowI am learningtrying to let go of you.

A Challenged Love.

2005-02-28T13:23:00.000Z

So many hues and tints and shades, this colour of love has and one such has deepened my mind for ever….Like Anand (link below for post on him), *Pratik too left a deeply etched imprint on my mind. His world bound by the wheels of his wheelchair and his mind bound by the limits imposed by his destiny but his heart was free, and boundless in its capacity to feel. Perhaps moreso than any of us.

A happy blue !!

2005-02-25T12:38:00.000Z

A study.

2005-02-23T12:08:00.000Z

White..white..white !!

2005-02-22T11:19:00.000Z

Yipppeeee !!White, white, white ! The world is sparkling white right now ! Snow everywhere, on my nose tip and eyelashes and grass blades and rooftops and daffodils and..and...and...I could go on and on and on !Gosh, I felt like dancing, but alas I couldn't even walk..lol..! My bottom had some nice bumps as I walked or rather tried to walk ! Groooannn..not to mention frozen ! Bleary watery eyes,

Soul silence....

2005-02-21T11:37:00.000Z

...and then...those momentstrickled byin little dropletsof pure pleasurewhensliding throughtricky timeyour lipsbecame mine...fragmenting....the imprintsof love arenow herethoughlong goneleaving atrembling trailof melodya symphonyof melting bodies ...fracturing....onlythe soul silenceof memoriesnow...gathering.....

Careless.

2005-02-17T15:30:00.000Z

A sudden bloomof crimson tidein everyheartbreakthat I hide.yetYourImpassiveicy eyeswon'tever sayI'll stay.____________Your imperviousopaque eyescarelessof everyheartbreaksown.Yetthe searedheart sighsdon't go justlove melie to meonce more.

Just one of those days goin....

2005-02-14T13:19:00.000Z

Freeee...!

2005-02-10T18:01:00.000Z

The Doll House.

2005-02-07T09:12:00.000Z

A doll, a thing of beauty to play with. The walls have been built and life hammered into the perfect shape to fit within thorny fences of rights and the wrongs. A neat little box of a tidy life, placed inside the gates of suburban righteousness. How couldn't it be so, when the storms have been pushed outside with life deodorised and sanitised ? The doors locked and bolted from within ? No matter

Colours.

2005-02-04T09:32:00.000Z

Early morning today, I saw the bulbs bursting through the stubborn earth. The green dazzling through the broken brown earth slumbering under grey skies, though spring hasn't sprung yet and winter still whiplashes. I stopped. A warmth spread through me, looking at this sudden splash of life. It was the colour of happiness and it cost nothing ! Simple things, that we so often take for granted, take

If only !

2005-02-01T14:00:00.000Z

A story.

2005-01-31T11:01:00.000Z

For a moment our eyes met and a million questions arose behind a veil, a story peeked, waited to be told so many faces, so many stories, so many worlds all colliding with each other for moments to unfold. Every moment that collided, intersected and intertwined, drew a venn diagram of life ; an intersection of separate lives lived intensely and infinitely as one only to have to go on living

Molten sun...

2005-01-26T19:57:00.000Z

Moments...

2005-01-24T09:48:00.000Z

I gather them, steal them, hide them, live them.... Shivery moments shimmying up the spine, at once sensuous and shy; moments of little tragedies and big loves, zealously collected and guarded and stored deep within the heated beats of the heart. A gathering of thoughts, wrapped like a warm rug around the mind, ready to plunge, deep into the velvety tombs of inky worn books. Tucking moments in

A..flame...

2005-01-14T13:29:00.000Z

Haze..

2005-01-11T13:32:00.000Z

Silvery slivers and silent silhouettes days blurring into a smoky haze gazing at distant shapes crushed cigarette butts smouldering spiralling downwards in a daze ashy thrashy tips of left-over lovers and a cappucino in bed.

Rambling : Neither here nor there !!

2005-01-10T13:14:00.000Z

I've never been one for making resolutions or rather I am making them all the time !! Now whats that supposed to mean ?? I am not making sense to myself. Sigh. Thats what happens when one's growing old. But hang on, thats NOT quite true, its ''people'' who make you think you are old,perceptions, perceptions !! This is how you should behave, this is what you should say, this is what you shouldn't

Pools of love..

2005-01-07T14:47:00.000Z

A. This is posted in keeping with Blogger Idol's theme of..'' Love..''..click on title for link.

To bloom...

2005-01-06T13:12:00.000Z

The waiting....

2005-01-04T13:20:00.000Z

Thoughts in Transit.

2005-01-02T17:44:00.000Z

2.oo a.m. Late night early dawn a sleepy airport in a dreamer's city waking up to new desires already germinating in deep earth wombs. Old lives die to a new beginning sometimes the new die and the old continue to be the living dead. I wait in transit a still life in transit and perhaps yours too. I wait to get home but wait didn't I just get back from home ?? 5.00 a.m. The signs blink a wink

Thank you .

2004-12-28T06:52:00.000Z

Thank you to all my blogger friends especially Rachel Ann of Willow Tree, who were so concerned about the well being of me and my family in the aftermath of the Tsunamis hitting India. We are all well and not affected by them, but there are so many thousands whos lives have been destroyed and whose futures are now in question...lets all not only pray for them but also concretely pass on help in

Tsunamis.

2004-12-28T03:42:00.000Z

The Tsunamis hit on Sunday; the loss on life more than 7000 people dead and thats just the official figure. I am writing from Mumbai (on a holiday here visiting my family). The images of devastation on the Telly have been numbing. So many lives destroyed in the blink of an eye, words can't begin to convey the immense loss. A sprawling metropolis brought to its knees just on the eve of the new

Time for a holiday !!

2004-12-14T10:57:00.000Z

Hello everybody !! I'm off on a holiday to India for 15 days...so no more posts though I might just try and sneak in a few..[am I an addict or what..lol].. Heres wishing you all Merry Christmas and a Very Happy New Year !! CHEERS !!

The Park.

2004-12-13T14:04:00.000Z

The cold and frosty morning with little icy diamonds clinging to grass blades and window panes envelopes me. As I walk across the park, a carpet of golden autumnal leaves now a muddy brown and crisp with the cold scrunch under my feet. The mist slowly settles around me like a sheathe of soft silk, with a gently sighing swish. The once pregnantly lush trees are now bereft and solemn and quiet like

The unveiling....

2004-12-09T18:46:00.000Z

Negation.

2004-12-06T11:27:00.000Z

I accept the love you do not feel the pain you do not give the torment you do not inflict. I accept love negated cease to fight that which is lost to sight. I accept being passion's bride at sorrow's bedside watching your life never being mine.

Of thirty somethings and gravity !!

2004-12-03T11:26:00.000Z

A friend {{incidently a male}}very very kindly posted me quite a few exclamation marks and hence, my dear friends my problem has been, for the moment, sorted !! Though I must add, that in his enthusiasm to do so, he sent me a whole lot, which after copying and pasting , I have also to delete..lol, but hey..something is always better than nothing, eh ??!!..and I am infinitely grateful for the