There is a thin line,
between the brave and the fearless.
Both may put their everythng at stake, yet the fearless does it knowing that loss will not make any diffrence.
The brave on the other hand puts everything at stake, knowing that losing may make all the difference.
What I miss …
Green green grass to lay my back on
Giant floodlights to click that picture
Winding roads along a lake
Towering malls with loads to take
Forests in the city for beautiful hikes
Joy rides dampened by rain
Pictures of an Island that I have never seen
Beautiful people serving anchovies
Breathing fresh air through AC coaches
Long walks uphill and carrots and celery at breaks
Milo mixed in a bag of ice and milk
Dancing Skies
Sometimes its obvious
The death of all feeling
I count the days to say it aloud
I close my ears when I think I hear you say
The skies have danced for quite a while
Changing costumes, putting up a display
I begin to see the pattern
Accepting games the mind plays
Thoughts of letting go
Prey to my own
Searching for the real
Holding the false so dear
When did I begin to close it
Why accept it now
I shut it all out
As you shout my worst fears out
Fading .. Fading
Until it is all perfect .. yet again
A long day and a pretty one
A long day and a pretty one
Of threads on black
and rides in the sun
Its late in the night
Figuring out the lines
Of 3-D images and brand new names
Glowy faces, I wish we never had to sleep
A long day and a pretty one
Of Coffee and tea
And a beautiful life
Top secrets that were told
Gossip that passed around
A long day and a pretty one
Of some talk and harmless fun
What are we spending for?
Irrespective of salary scales we have all indulged in splurging.
Coffee shops that used to be hang-outs for the rich are now frequented by people from all backgrounds. These shops are common place and no longer hold the ‘exclusive’ charm, they offer pretty ordinary fare (stuff that definitely does not hit senses as well as a hot cup of filter coffee does) yet they charge exorbitant amounts.
We go to the malls spend in five figures on ridiculously expensive clothing for that ‘super dhamaka 50% off’. Buy gold despite the 15K point that it now touches.
Rush into EMI schemes to own a house worth 30 lakhs, in the bargain paying 45 lakhs. Products that warn to ‘come at a price’ are bought with the hope of gaining age defying beauty. The 400/- rupee buffet passes for a deal.
What are we paying for? The experience suddenly doesn’t seem worth it, all of it is very regular fare …
Just the thing the guy on the next table is sipping, Just the thing about a dozen people in office wear, Just another piece of jewel you will never use again, Just another meal away from home.
Just a thought …
Write On..
Your blog/website is your own, it is a part of who you are, what you think – as private as you want it to be.
It does not matter how well you write or whether others like it , what matters is whether you are writing everything that you want to say.
Do what works for you, if it is readership you aim at, write something worth the read. If you write for yourself then pour your heart out.
Just say everything you want to share, negative criticism will prevail don’t let it cramp your style, or the reason why you write.
Write on … Cheers!!!
Inside that Mind
What goes on in the mind of a fantasy writer? How does the thought process evolve to write those minute details? What makes a woman write about burning skin, throbbing hearts ripped off the chest, witches and fairies, animals, the devil??
Can she really turn off these fantasies? Does she search the sinister developings that could emerge from the dogs that gather at dusk?The birds that flock blocking the sun?That chill from the crack in the window?Can she escape the shadows of the trees that follow unrelentless?
Is she making you see things in a different light ? Or she just writing what she cannot cease to see?