Two good friends leave after a splendid weekend…Just watched Marley and Me – mindlessly pretty pink movie…It’s raining..And the Malaysian lamp glows in the darkness of the night..
I like the solitude..I’m loving my space- mine to give, mine to keep.
And the ring to keep me company ..Each breathing moment reminding me of sweet magic..
Archive for the ‘Prose and Verse’ Category
16 Aug
It’s just about me..
4 Jun
Pretty poetry for the day.
TO A POET A THOUSAND YEARS HENCE
by: James Elroy Flecker
I who am dead a thousand years,
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31 May
Haiku mode
Mango Fruit flies
Flit over my head
Warm May morning
No 5- 7- 5 syllable structure.. Pretty much freestyle..Experimenting..
4 May
An excerpt from Walden
There are so many passages I love from Walden..This excerpt is for the Now.
“A written word is the choicest of relics. It is something at once more intimate with us and more universal than any other work of art. It is the work of art nearest to life [...]
4 May
Red carnations…
Red carnations, keep me company this evening..You and me at the window looking out at the Rain form rivulets in the stadium..
Keep me company through this night too, like you did the last one. Your red will break the monotony of black and white text.
Perhaps, if you will, the morning too..
These [...]
25 Mar
Stream of consciousness..or maybe not..
I miss Delhi .. I met D today after two years. It’s not worth ruining your friendship over a boyfriend.. Chittapan was right …..He would have been good company today..He shouldn’t have bailed out on all of us.. I love DMB…and chocolate..
I like the magician’s love for music..
It makes him real to me.. Purple coloured [...]
13 Mar
Dave Matthews and a Stream of Consciousness..
So much to say . By my self again, drive me out of my brain. When I’m walking by the water..splish splash.. To my head and my soul I’m blown away……. Someone in the heavens looking back down on me – I’ll never know… I’m falling into a dreamless sleep again.. I hear more [...]
2 Feb
the magic and some spirit
during those times when there is no magic, work appeals … eighteen hours and i could go on… the sheer logic of it, the pure discretion involved offers blind escape …. the alleys of magic are trying,albeit charmed..
one of those sleepless nights and i picked up the last song of dusk , by sidharth sanghvi…Couldn’t [...]
8 Oct
An essay on “The library”
So I sit here day after day , reading bound volumes of journals where individuals share their cryptic findings with the world, some in the hope of just adding to “knowledge” ( if you may) , many in the hope of penning that revolutionary idea that would reward them with name and fame.. Some day, [...]
25 May
Milan Kundera…
” … How can we condemn something that is ephemeral , in transit ? In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia …..”
