Monsoon has come, the rain is falling,
can you hear it?the creator is calling.
Beginnings of a new life on the road,
the critters creek and the rain drops patter.
The wind sings of you, the leaves whisper the right words,
I walk on by, the creator is calling.
my heart is heavy, the tears and the rain unite
my life will never be the same without you
but the creator is calling...
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Why i blog...
Why do i want to blog? It has been my point of view that those who blog are so lonely that they talk to machines (maybe a wrong point of view...just maybe)! But i dont need to talk to dumb machines ( i just whacked my pc on the head!!). If i felt down i call my mom, dad, sis, bro, few closely knit friends who dont judge but lend a ear and a shoulder. But then why do i blog?
It was in my eight grade that i wrote my first poem. It was about my dog. I cant remember the peom but i clearly remember being very satisfied and proud. Writing fills me up with joy. But i didnt realize it then and neither did my parents. That i was to be a writer. I studied hard but i didnt know why. I never asked that question. It was meant to be that way. You studied hard, scored good marks in exams, said you wanted to become an IAS when anyone asked you what you wanted to become and never spoke back. Now that is a good boy!! And so somewhere along way (like it always happens) i killed the writer in me. It was for no reason, no reasoning logic or choice. It just happened over a long period of time and a part of me left me and died. I have a good life now, a goodpaying job, great friends and a good home to go back to. Sometimes i dont think of writing for as long as an year. But then there are moments in my life, when the shit hits the fan or when im moved very emotionally. And then my hand craves for a pen.
I think this blog is dedicated to that writer. To that guy who sat on a window and wrote about his dog. To that sensitive child who would feel with all his heart without any bars....and then write about it. I write in the hope that one day, he will come back and be me.
It was in my eight grade that i wrote my first poem. It was about my dog. I cant remember the peom but i clearly remember being very satisfied and proud. Writing fills me up with joy. But i didnt realize it then and neither did my parents. That i was to be a writer. I studied hard but i didnt know why. I never asked that question. It was meant to be that way. You studied hard, scored good marks in exams, said you wanted to become an IAS when anyone asked you what you wanted to become and never spoke back. Now that is a good boy!! And so somewhere along way (like it always happens) i killed the writer in me. It was for no reason, no reasoning logic or choice. It just happened over a long period of time and a part of me left me and died. I have a good life now, a goodpaying job, great friends and a good home to go back to. Sometimes i dont think of writing for as long as an year. But then there are moments in my life, when the shit hits the fan or when im moved very emotionally. And then my hand craves for a pen.
I think this blog is dedicated to that writer. To that guy who sat on a window and wrote about his dog. To that sensitive child who would feel with all his heart without any bars....and then write about it. I write in the hope that one day, he will come back and be me.
The love that was never meant to be...
And so we parted,
down life's infinite road
It ended even before it started,
A day so preciously i hold
Time heals wounds but there are memories,
of laughter, of secrets and of tears
Does a dream have boundaries?
Till it melts at dawn's rays.
down life's infinite road
It ended even before it started,
A day so preciously i hold
Time heals wounds but there are memories,
of laughter, of secrets and of tears
Does a dream have boundaries?
Till it melts at dawn's rays.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Hi!!
Hey my first post!! Gosh i dont even know if someone reading this. I feel so foolish. I must push this upon my unsuspecting friends and siblings and force them to read this!! Yep that will do. It is already making me feel better!! :)
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