Parallel World - Best left alone, Best Lived Together

Theme of life

2011-05-01T21:58:00.000-07:00

Set out on a long journey; the river has wound and unwound to the signs of days and nights until here at this moment as I look around and see how far I've drifted from everything I knew and touched. A journey I set out with no instruments to guide and none to tell what the weather has in store next. So much time spent in preparing for life when one is already wading through life knee deep and not realising it. The irony of it all; for a future that is never distant but right here as now.

2011-01-29T19:14:00.000-08:00

life as a tune what if played backwards? a thousand years from the setting sun would man still walk on earth?from the shadows of a deserted night rises questions that is as deep as the mind, eyes can't see what the mind does. It is an endless reflection that ripples from a vibrant heart that wells with ecstacy when it find moments that are so surreal and serene.
I have always dreamed of the youth I lost and a million ways I could set things right, if given a second chance. But you can't go back. Time sure passes, but it doesn't erase. I turn through the pages of my yester years like picture album of memoirs, flash upon flash in a silent shudder they shimmer and fade back nestled in the grave as they rise and fall.
to dream is to be awake in slumber, reaching out to the space and time that exists somewhere where there is no life but just ether. remember the time when I used to take long walks after college hours, just to be lost and not find a familiar face. I seeked shelter in a qualm that cannot be defined with the wealth of words.
RIP my past!

Whispers in the dark

2010-07-16T11:45:00.000-07:00

The chords of emotions reverberate with a melancholic qualm
when the winds from the past ripple the still waters of the day
in some strange way these sounds quell the distant mournof a lost soul that is seeking for answers from beyond!

The Spring has woven itself in to another rainy tuesday
freckles of blue I see through these tree tops
a straggler dark cloud comes to life, leaving everything else
drenched in their colors, scurring for shade.

The minute breaks its silence and shadows fill my sky
Wide awake, I dream it out – landscapes that exists somewhere
A wanderlust heart that gallops the mile, upon earthen land and desert sands
As said, this journey too will have its secrets, a curious traveler so unaware!

Dreaming of the past

2009-10-18T19:15:00.000-07:00

Those bicycle rides on lonely roads, stars punched in the distant sky with the melting sun disappearing behind the horizon. I traded thoughts for dreams and lingered with a rich soul. Friends were there, we shared our worlds. The past lingers on!

Forever Young?

2009-10-13T14:01:00.000-07:00

Sometimes when I look at it, it all seems to so simple. The decision is mine to make and the life mine to live. Just me. But then there it is, the selfish ring where I go round and round. So to satisfy oneself, you have to look inwards. To correct oneself you've to look inwards. More of introspection leaves a man self-centered. You completely miss the view that this ride presents you with. You stare at the endless sky missing all that you pass through. Come monday and you look forward to friday. With the weekend you plan for the long weekend. Is it that we always look for the ending. This journey to end? Why birth when all we desire is death. Or is it just that we need this journey to pause?

People huddled together on a crowded street, draped in black as speckles of dark ants they march home. Running to catch the train, bound by its timings. It is only natural that one thing leads to another. During this run they miss that homeless man on the pavement who is in no hurry. Just few quarters for a suare meal. Hours passed, men and women marched past, but his present has not changed and he grew richer by a quarter. How much does this human's life cost?
Birth places and crowded rooms with happy faces to see a new born. Fresh as a newborn baby, as it inhales from this great couldron of life. Fast forward some 60 years and I see an old lady in a wheel chair sitting in the porch of an Elderly home. Her wrinkled cheeks hasn't seen a kiss in years, longing and deserted. What hapenned inbetween? Does age ridicule company? You cannot connect the dots nor join those two points, the start and end. It's just a winding road inbetween and there are no two points maybe.

Of those millions of songs that have come out, all sung for love. Heard by billions through out. Still love is so heard to come by for so many. I feed all the wrong emotions and let them run loose in my fields of life; only to look back through pained eyes high on regret

What one wants is only the beginning. Once you know what next? I mean are you willing to give 100% to attain that? It separates an ordinary life to living today for the moment amidst ecstacy. But if ecstacy itself is elusive, what is it eluding? and where 'am I hiding from the invisible?
Something is wrong in the picture or the words I throw in this canvas. Mind can only wander so much...after a while it gets lost. When the fire dies, you can't make much from the ashes.
In Solitude I seek company! Gods have come and got punished by man. They couldn't fix this world we're building, nor do we know what is in store.

The world may be a circle but life should not be self-centered.

Time and Travel

2009-09-21T10:31:00.001-07:00

The travels I've made in my heart cannot be surpassed by the real travels on road. I've seen a thousand places that has no address, no road can take you there. It remains hidden, just a secret passage through time I travel.
I've ridden these thoughts a million time. I dissected for answers and always end up with more questions. The truth is, the places I saw in my dreams were un-occupied beautiful and serene. Listening to Fleetwood Mac's As long as you follow - made me think of the west with rain drenched roads, wet and calling, mid-summer breeze brushing through as I ride the long road under a fulgent moon. But the truth is, the picture I painted was what I desired. I never found the place.
My travels in my heart will never end nor will the dreams. They don't have boundaries nor maps. I can sail whenever I want wherever I want and still the weather will do me good. My diaries will recollect the days through pages written by the hand of time. They true might fade away. I have a little girl to carry that torch. maybe she will see the dream and live through it. I'll dream for her.
But I'm done travelling. I just want to go home.

The Haze

2008-09-29T10:48:00.000-07:00

Days pass by, swift and silent in the shadows of time. I'm staring at yet another winter. Wandering in time and aging with un-finished dreams. The hollow bark always attracts unseen visitors, they come and go as seasons change.

The road ahead, dark and desolate, just one call that keeps echoing through and through. Familiar pangs resonate to the distant hum.

Beyond the invisible

2008-08-17T22:29:00.000-07:00

The last couple of days were lengthy and dark. I'd been walking back wards in time, treading on the stones that I avoided earlier. Nothing worse than losing one self knowingly. 'am I expecting some drama here? When the curtain has fallen, the audience move on.

I introspect inbetween these deep breaths and look at all those stones I'd thrown. Shattered few glasses here and there, some of them happen to be mine. Looking back through this cracked mirror, I see images of me all distorted and shady. I'd been hiding from myself and running from the truth. The long drawn sword of truth always itches to taste the blood of the beholder.

Pain is no visitor to me, I grew up with it and at some point was so alive being lifeless. At times I hear those shrill screams, the last of those days always wanders home to me. I find them and lift them to these blinded eyes.

I hear the claps of the passing clouds, distant rumble of thunder rolls through the blue sky. A dot of rain speckles the green leaves. I look up to trees, that dance and wriggle shedding off those leave that are weak. They drift by aimless and meek. I realize I have to shed some too.

The next few seconds crawl in to the vacuum of time, lost and gone. The breeze breathes less and less until it all rests. A dull silence fills the air, heavy and loud. The night empties it's couldron of darkness, a disappearing blur and an empty sky is all it takes to fill a disturbed mind.

With orphaned thoughts that know no end. The sky splits wide open with a streak of lightening, branching to the farthest corners of the earth starting the sprinkler in the sky.

No better feeling than this, soaked with out a purpose. No path no land, don't want no home nor any hearts around. Alone at this moment. I think of this world, so full of mourners. Wanderers in time salvaging whatever we can and living between choices and roads.

A quite hum fills my heart, I'm in no race with time. I have it all as I don't have any. I've lost them all to the past, today is just a sign of making it through. So hurrah! I made it, I maketh my own destiny. In the run I kill few dreams, live the chances and love the differences.

Ah! Love as a subject and want. I get washed away through it's course. I see valleys and mountains, streams and falls, all taking it's own course. It's a dance and I have to find a partner. Lost souls trying to make it to the end, that comes always uninvited.

The wind reads my story, time flips the pages. A book whose ending I can never read, just live it all day by day -

Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark

2008-08-02T22:30:00.000-07:00

To travel back in time...to turn back the clock & walk the road all over again. Just Once!
Its dark and lonely, this mid-summer night's call.

Sweet lullaby

2008-04-05T01:38:00.001-07:00

The deserted sky flung atop this satiated night
her fabric of darkness runs to the farthest corners
A still moon lies low poised on those ebbing waves
I walk the distance to the tip of the shore

I can see the faces of the moon
smiling upon this mortal kind
A sight so arresting that it sets my mind free, so free

my heart gallops a thousand miles
from past to present between those moments
when life stood still and ecstacy took over
when serenity was undone and wild

everytime I tred these shores and those waves
wet my dried up memories, a qualm that roars
to the mountains behind and yonder to those sailing clouds
i walk the distance to the tip of the shore

pebbles scattered in disarray washed up once in a while
somewhere in this ether lies my bygones
i walk the lane on this lonesome nite
so longing so real, as life itself

The riddle

2008-02-20T18:10:00.000-08:00

It's winter in Chicago, temperatures dropping as low as -20C just enough to make me see the air I breathe. The lake has frozen yet again, as sheets of ice float and wriggle to a grizzly wind, the mundane march of mankind carries on.

How do you seclude a sequestered life that has galloped faster than time? I once thought about the loneliness of the past. How lost it should be, sometimes heavy some times as easy as the summer breeze. With it floats the scent of life that's caught in the funnel of time and slips to the present.

There is a lull, calmness so serene fostered by a splitting silence, this vision is so witnessed..by me in the past. A moment so familiar and un-tampered. It's a feeling that can only be made traquil because of the scars it carries, a life so young that it can only get old, a space so free that you can only race..this mind so occupied that it can only be emptied. There is nothing to lose at all, you are going to lose anyways.

How privileged 'am I?

2007-12-15T11:54:00.000-08:00

One of those winter noons. The sun is dipping behind the puffy snow clouds, the left out light put out by the shady clouds. One of those days when I prefer to drop the blinds, turn on the yellow neon lights and let them shimmer out the darkness behind.

One of those days when I start my day with beer, feel elated and think I have the cure. Yeah, sure thing one of those days that happens to be my every other day. Suddenly out from nowhere springs a thought..no end for them though. I've realized that thoughts are directly proportional to the space in an emptied out bottle. I'm only glad that mine is pure and selfless.

This one happens to be on homelessness. Isn't it a privilege to wake up in the morning and not ACTUALLY worry about food? I mean I worry more about what my breakfast would be. Now I think of people who wake up in the morning with their stomachs growling and crying for one piece of loaf. The heart has got so numb that it doesn't know hunger anymore. Just another pain to live with.

I take a look around me. My comfort zone which doesn't make me happy anymore. Being relative stops when you stem from reality. For me right now reality is utopia. It is of being selfless. For a minute let me step outside this body and soul and take a look around. What do I get to see?

How priviliged are they not? The Gita and Bible and Quran does not answer the man in pain. To a hungry man, religion does not fucking matter. It does not. He has better qualms to silence. AM I not the sum? The ONE? If then, 'am I not answerable to that man's call?

Why do I walk away?

Beyond closed eyes

2007-07-08T00:52:00.001-07:00

I look around this empty space
This endless drift of time has its toll

Age has crept into me in silence
'am I old enough to answer my past

The nite sneaks into my room
Casting dark shadows across

I rest on my elbow watching
There is another falling star

Another wayward cloud sails home
I watch and wonder at this web of life

I'm here, and this whole moment is mine
I only have to keep my eyes open.

Sequel

2007-07-03T20:11:00.000-07:00

Is there a sequel to my life?
I ask and search..and rummage in darkness

The voice rings the chords of my breath
Them all, settles down with the dust of the day

Sadness..Happiness
wants and wishes...

The slow moon climbs
To the deserted heights

Perched on top of the dark tree of nite
She calls with unquenched thirst

Time ebbs..slow and steady
The sands of time, combed with the free wind

who wakes the Sun...who calls the nite
Orphans? or wanderers?

You and me..long in silense
As echoes in darkness

That calls and calls
to a time unknown, to a time unseen.

Serenity

2007-07-03T20:04:00.001-07:00

I'd always wanted myself to flow
To flow alongst the river

To drift with the clouds
To sail with the wind

To transcend this life
And be some one else

To fathom the courage
To be someone else

Less benevolent than me
To be them, him..her

Whatever it takes
Share my life

Its a call, that last longer than the day pr the nite
Or the echoes that whispers in the valley

The valley of lives
Or the depths of souls

The longin lasts
The calls of my craving

Life as it presents
only lasts to its absence

I maybe wrong or right
I maybe present or past

The truth remains
I'm just another form

Breathin nd livin
To give it all.......to give it all

The Song Of Life

2007-06-21T18:44:00.000-07:00

I have to tell you this
Those day how much I miss

Long road shimmering with sparkles of gold dust
The hour with in a minute's reach of twilite

Was me, the road, 'nd them
Together alone, just in time to savour the day

I feel the sand in my hands
Through the window of the beach

I saw the world beyond
When my dreams knew no horizon

It was about the hour
About the minute

Seconds never rested
I just used 'em all.

The ecstacy of memories

2007-06-21T18:32:00.000-07:00

Its been awhile since I touched this canvas. A case of days seeing less of me. I do live in them, just dont have time to jive. At this age I gotto love the things I grew old with. Being young is no more an illusion, but a feeling thats alive. They are alive so long I've memories, so long I live in my past...on occassions. These times present itself. I dont care when and where, if its nite then I'm a dreamer, if its day then I'm sailing on the high seas.

Memories are what makes us better. But then the paradox of life is, I dont remember living them moments, but I do now. All I remember are the laughter and sunshine, endless days and seamless nites, friends from every corner and love from all ends. I dont remember anything bad about it.

Is it me? Is it the ME in me...that laughed silently, talked charmingly day after day, breathed with an apetite for life and fed on my living moments. Those are the days, those are the times.

I also stop to smile how much, just how much this life has me in its clutches. The road I travelled, the people I met, the songs that opened me to a whole new world.

Ah! to fathom them all, if I'm to speak about 'em all..it should be the longest yarn...I would weave and weave and weave.

The fabric would be a rainbow.

Nothing is Everything

2007-02-21T09:06:00.000-08:00

I'm scared of my thoughts
Its like an endless abyss
The more I think the more I sink
The gravity of the abyss - so fierce and thirsty

I keep looking around
familiar faces vanish
as reflections on rippled water
the stillness so aloud

Of screams and echoes
of deserts and storms
dry and turbulent
cloud faced sorrow passes the land

the drift is complete and profound
I see the dust settle down
the setting sun moans a melody
to the enliven nitewhat a life, what is life

I roam, I wander, I look, I ponder
in the end I look to her
as humanely as possible
so much in disguise
Shes hidden in them all

in the blue bathed sea wasped
by the sky scapes
in the dormant volcano
ready to breathe again

from land to sea, from the depths to the ether
I stand with a very small chance, I just have time,
enough to breathe it all in
breathe out life, nothing else, nothing more.

Serenade - The Ballad Of LIfe

2007-02-07T23:15:00.000-08:00

Still of the night
I can hear the very distant moan
Of the roaming breeze...
fades away lonely and lost

wasped in this darkest hour
I can see life flowing on, on and on
The night breathes along
Of shadows and stars

not many a times does this ecstacy
so familiar still a stranger
has a tryst with me
we sit together during the time

when we forget to yawn
wide awake to life
I surrender, to bygones, to todays and tomorrows
For I know this moment has its moment too

Sand dunes

2007-01-20T20:41:00.000-08:00

The sun has left me thirsty and parched
As a fine mid-summer night brews a wanderlust heart
I see my future glow in the satin night
Between my eyes and the yonder sky

Only these dreams that talk to me
carried on the drifting wind westwards she flows
these dreams that blossomed with the night
I vanish behind this nightscape..profoundly silent, unnoticed

The moments spill out from the couldron of time
Scattered and robbed of my breath ...I sail away
I swim and surf to the contours of my thoughts
they never cease to talk and I never stop to listen

Of You, With You, In You!

2006-12-10T23:27:00.000-08:00

-Memoirs of me and my little Dove-

Between the time I was born and now, there is She
Between me and my endless serenade of thoughts, there she is
Amidst my dreams and desires, she blossomed as the primrose

Every living minute whispers her name...
Every fadin second echoes her voice...
Every blink of my eye, she is there right n front of me.

Thought was too tough to let someone walk in
But here she is, like a fairy in the sky
I gaze and gaze at the blissful silence

This melancholic dream I live everyday
I know not what tomorrow holds
But sure I know she holds me in her heart

Time stood still, when her petal of lips
Flush with joy brushed mine in an eternal embrace
What makes a man want a woman so dear..I know now.

I have a dream now..to live a day with her
Watch her twist and turn under the blanket of nite
When she sleeps in zestful zeal

When she wakes up to the morning sun
As the gold dust makes her hair glow to the orange sun
What would she be, what would she like?

She may walk the fields of time
Years may pass by and I maynot be with her
The seasons may change..my love you may move on

Life comes once and you are there as part of me
And when my life flashes by..you will fill my mind
As fresh and new with warmth and love

You would light every lonely way of mine
When the night is long and cold
I would be there where the fire is, with you, thinking of you.

Under the same starry sky
You and me would linger on
To breathe in and rest in each others arms

--1:30AM

Alchemy

2006-12-09T17:19:00.000-08:00

Another year walks in to history
Days and months vanishing beyond the horizon of time
evenings in amber fade to the yawning nite

The walls of december painted in snow white
when yesterdays and todays fade away
lost in time I play my role in an ever asking world

I look around and all I have is my self
I see my shadow, taller and taller
as the young nite driven on by time

Gets older, the gleam of the moon
lights the dark world, tucked by the pillow clouds
The mystery of life unfolds as the great galaxy in the sky

I wont walk on the face of earth forever, but she would
I cant count the shimmering stars but she can take it back
I cant ride the horse of time but she would

My slumber has only been of dreams
that rose and rose from the chimney of my mind
the smoke of doubt has cleared
the flame of life that ebbs with every breath of mine

I care less I dont care more but I carry the truth
and I want to live, amd I want to love
the self and the soul and what should not be

The river of dreams flows to the oceon of time
the candle glowing bright
the alchemy of life carries on...flutters on

I have seen them come I have seem them go
many left some faded few remained as immortals
I prefer to be beyond...and wish to be wanted

I wont last for long...and before its all over
I want to live, the way I want it, with the one I need
Nothing else matters.

Lonestar

2006-12-02T22:12:00.000-08:00

One more week to go. Homewards and more, hasnt sink in much but the serenade has started. How did the years go I know not. So many faces, so many contours..between wrinkles and dimples I have seen life as it presented and as it moves on.

The dream of being a guitarist and doin one concert of my life has reached the dizzy heights, I guess it has vanished in to the world beyond the horizon of this two dimensional existence. I just visit them once in a while during these moments when I can care about nothing less.

At the end of the day, do you jump in bed and rest in peace? Or do you turn and turn with the turning seconds wondering and wandering? Do you give wings to your thoughts and let them roam under the endless sky, wild and free? Or do you have walls within that you are fighting each day to break it down? Does it feel like living or craving to live? Do you silently remember to forget and end up remembering more? Do you have a wish?

Go ahead and wish, the wave would ebb and hopes would rise with the decuman, before life passes by, all that matters is whether you got what you wanted. Cherish them before you lose them coz twenty years from now it would fill your heart with life. You would be glad it was yours

Last man standing

2006-11-27T21:39:00.000-08:00

The hand of time sweeps the earth, nights lantern slowly flickers to a fulgent moon..the way of the stars stir a hushed night born blue sky, like star studded blue dress. I see the fire fly dance as she is lifted by the soft breath of a living night in the hallway of cold november month. No door or window opens to this world. Its right here and I'm standing in the middle of it. Yet we feel shelterless and seeking.

Do you hear whispers in the night or stare endlessly in to the distant horizon? So tangible yet absolute, all that connects me to this world is this breath I take. Inbetween there is just the unknown.

Rhythm of time -

2006-11-23T10:46:00.000-08:00

Well in to the day now, do you feel the rhythm? do you feel the hunger? well if you dont then you dont belong here. Everyday when I used to climb those steep stairs to the gym with a thumping heart, the fire to beat the odds, the zeal to better myself. That was when I was truly alive, alive with the best of energy that woke me up at the first crack of dawn, freezing december mornings.

Somewhere along the road I've lost them, maybe it is buried under the depths of this wanderlust heart. Its not the way I want my self to be carried. I dont want to be carried, it has become a fuckin burden, its just too damn hard. The heavy me makes everything around heavier. Its like another gym, nd without the fire to lift no spotters around and everywhere them mirrors bring the worst out of me.

If you're a simple human being with simple thoughts and simple dreams then you dont care, you may not even feel the weight. And I'm not one amongst them, I have dreams and I struggle to bring them to my thoughts and I struggle more to bring them out of those yonder walls and in to the real world.

Its a struggle I know, and most of the time its been this way because I'd given much importance to everything other than me. Its a good feeling though that when the storm takes what it wants I get to build everything my own way. New.

Out in the desert the common thinker has just one need. To cross it. The one with free spirit has a different need. Stand there and watch the contours, see the desert come to life with passing time, when the shadows come to life and life transforms to become one with the desert. The free mind does not have boundaries, it cannot be anchored. It has a sail and it needs to sail. Time, place, weather all are just nuts and bolts of this panorama.

So long--

Understand The Me

2006-11-19T18:25:00.000-08:00

Come here beside me, dont be afraid of darkness coz this too shall pass. Years and months as dust of time, the dawn would yawn again. Men would rise and walk the road, the day as the ship sailing on the sea of time, would carry this couldron of life, carry every living soul on the face of the earth to the shore of 'better tomorrow'

But nobody would get off, we all want tomorrows to be better than today. We never draw the line. Between these choices we exist by mere chance. Men and woman, sheltered and homeless, handicapped and handicapped (in my canvas theres no human who feels life fully), brothers and sisters, lovers and hater, friends and foes, earth and sky...between them all there is just space and time.

Listen up friend if you arent anywhere between ecstacy and mayhem, you are better off dead. Between dream and reality there is just me.

Is it so tough to accept where we come from?

2006-11-17T21:30:00.000-08:00

One of those many nites which is not so rare but then doesnt happen too often. If this sentence is too twisted then thats how the subject I'm goin to deal with, is going to be. Again one of those young nites. My day has just started without the sun. Well who cares as it is winter anyways in Chicago. The day is so shy of being born that it hides behind a dark curtain. Temperature howling around 6C.

Just one of those days when I felt I should step back, get connected to my roots. By roots I mean my birth where I belong. When we think, we reach out to our self. But then that is communication too. So how do we think, our thoughts has a language too? We are just so obviously negligent of this fact. You dont want to think of what you think. Thats too deep.

I got lost tonite, well nothing new about it. The lost flame brightened with few beers but believe me that has nothing to do with the flame itself. It was because I got connected to my self, my roots. Growing up in a demanding environment where not knowing the number 1 hit in MTV count down is a sin, you start whats the fad of the day rather than what you exactly want.

Between ordinary and extra-ordinary you always choose the latter, because of the definition and not too many timed because of the content. Every line of these songs built on classical tunes gives me a deep massage stimulating and rich. I avoided them infact remember even thinking that listening to these songs was unsophisticated.

Now I have the most sophisticated things around. What more can one ask for than living the American dream. But then I'm more curious to get in touch with my roots. Know them, smell them, realise them and more so love them. I have travelled far thousands of miles in search of what I dreamnt. Now that I'm living the dream, I'm dreaming of the place I missed. I cant bridge this distance though. Neither can I measure it. Like the decuman, you are bound to be sunk.

The uncut man

2006-11-11T20:19:00.000-08:00

Its five hours past midnite, the sun is oblivion of this side of the world. This is a world I hallucinate confined with in this walls I think and ponder. The realms of existence ceases as I personify a character. If you need to raise hell you should be a goliath beyond hell. The power to create does not equate to power to destroy. But then true power comes from with in. And this power is not of destroying others but of saving one self from being destroyed. Once in a while comes a moment that shakes the very root of your integrity. Rise to the challenge and take it by the horns

Wayward Son

2006-11-05T20:16:00.000-08:00

Looking back 10 years, the cart near the highway was our resting place right after dinner and smoke. The blinding lights of speeding cars, the shimmering stars together with them clouds. It was all around us. We slipped in to time unknown a world beyond that existed only in our dreams. When I say us I refer to my chum Vicky. I never had a bro but he was all.

I'd been always a wayward son, wayward boy the kid who astrayed and saw the world through the moments eyes. Nothing else mattered then. Nothing. Everything that had life and was new with life made me ecstatic, high and lost. This is not a time of introspection, but sometimes when you are so in the midst of crowd you steal few moments to be on your own. I find these priceless. Whether it is to write a quick thought or compose a tasteless prose or a lifeless poem about my life.

Its one more month and I'll be visting home after 2 years almost. Time flew, 2 years and where 'am I? The world has not changed though why should I or should I? I still see the same emotions in different place, same people operating on different scale. No matter where you are the world is the same, happiness is only a piece everyone wants. There is a cost to it too. The means to it has become harder I guess.

Well yeah may be not..what do I know when I made it high priced. Arent we the one who sets a price to happiness? Who defines how to live your life, my life? Is it me? Sometimes I even wonder whether I'm in control of my life or do I put my poor self to the endless chauvinistic obligations of a restless world I'm surrounded by.

The thought to break free never ceases, the more it clings on to me the more I try. I end up walking on the clutches of past and present on the road to the future. I believe this to be the one, night and day I travel. I listen but the words dont last forever. I look but the vision gets blurred after the scene. The vision of being alive only lasts so far when thinking ceases completely. It gets to a cessation and I relent to keep it that way. The struggle for better ground is so profound. This is when I take forms.

Staring at the high flyin eagle I imagine its me, soaring high and clear, where the whispering cliffs are mere specs and mankind below is an unknown. The perennial river suits my thirst, I appreciate life as much as it appreciates my life. At this point high I'm one, in one with the cosmos and everything around. I see the oneness everywhere, when the endless sea meets the sky, when the mountains rise to whisper to the moon, when the gliding breeze sails on the great blue oceon. I see it all as one, together in synergy, as fresh as the bud as new as the new born, as timeless as time.

The songs of my journey

2006-10-28T20:40:00.000-07:00

The other day I was watching 'sex in bible' and everything about song of songs. History is made not only by strong men, but by men with strong weaknesses too.

Its just a minute away from midnite, the candle glows brightly to oblivion. Pearl Jam's 'Keep on rockin in a free world' fills the air, crushed cans of MGD lay strewn pell mell, the window blinds muttering to the gushing wind as cold air tailed with the smell of fall season freshens the room. As delicate as a shadow and as unseen as the nite, the stranger in me yet so wonted wanders the face of time.

I stare outside to the distane gleam of the harbour lights, yet another ship makes it home. But I have just set out on this journey with songs which my heart sings, rocked by one restless soul.

The beauty of the nite is its endlessness, you can see no boundaries and when you see one it doesnt stay for long. The longer it stays then you know its time for you to move on.

Why parallel world? asks John and Jane

2006-10-28T11:10:00.000-07:00

The movie 'Beach' in many ways was tangy, sour, bitter, gasping, refreshing and finally unparalleled in its own ways. This is where I got the caption 'Parallel World'. I could relate myself to this movie in a myriad ways. One way or another my search which is still on, was once for that spot. Now lets re-define the word 'spot', it can refer to a 'person' in a relationship, or a 'spot' as in an awe-inspiring nature spot. Whatever be it, we all are looking for that to get connected. Did I find one? Yes. Did I lose it? No, I let go. More of the letting go, to come.

My first post on posting

2006-10-28T10:46:00.000-07:00

And then there is this blog where I find myself delicately letting go of whatever I felt and feel reeling under the canopy of words, that sometimes words are so meaningless and can only come so close to being finally deceptive.