Loneliness of the long distance runner...

I plagiarized that movie name, but justified so when seemingly someone has walked in my shoes, done the time and walked the mile thinking of destiny and leaving familiar places in search of the promised land but then realized it is nothing but an illusion and just a formation of an all elusive 'answer' that every lost mind is so keenly inclined to find, adopt, adapt and eventually succumb to truth, thinking it will unfold in some grandeur and there by attain nirvana.

It is mystic and today is no different. The day has receded to a dreamer's night, starry sky that wraps ever so gently this world not to be forgotten. I step aside from living for a moment and glance behind in to those lost, as the cliche goes, but not forgotten alleys that built and taught me.

So he hiked in search of never land, building lives those of strangers he felt obliged and breaking his loved ones as if from pain comes redemption, from sorrow rises serenity and from abstinence blossoms love. Tread my man for what you seek will live forever.

it has been a long journey..tonite was deep. Miss you Amma & Appa!

Theme of life

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.

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

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

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?

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.