November

The chill is in the air and the numbness inside
The world is all around, the emptiness within
The silence hums through,the echo inside
The voices drone on , the resonance within

All seem a farce,
All seems waste
Nothings is right
Nothing is wrong
Everything is.

So why do we think
So why do we care
There is no difference
For now or ere.

Anniversary

Annversaries can be annual, every month, every week, every day...Anniversaries are special to every one.It brings back the thoughts of that special day when something happened for the first time,As the say the first is always the first, be it the first job or a first born...To a mother the child's first step, the first babble and the first day at school are all so special.Ask even an 80 year old with 10 children , she'll remember each one's first..

Women are often called more sentimental and picky about anniversaries but even men are, they just forget.Some say men give stupid or practical gifts, well as some give only over the top impractical romantic ones the tragedy is , the women in the first case hate the practicality on the speail day and some pragmatic women hate the extravagance on such romantic gifts.The latter type are mostly wives , but even they love such gifts , though they do not express it.Women change after marraige with so many responsibilities, men more or less remain the same.

But as they say there are two sides to everything .Anniversaries can be painful too.It is not only someone's demise from the world but even the demise of hope from someone's life.The prick of not trying is also painful, when you could , be it taking up a challenge or freaking out when an opportunity knocks on your door.What people do not realise, that there are some those who hae faced the consequences of not trying hard enough and the one time that is most important to them, they try and fail... well what about it?Happy... hmmm anyways .. Anniversary

Wise Jokers have feelings too

The stony silence
The plastic smile
the icy gaze
the set emotion
the hardened stance
or is it the lovable joker

A sob breaks the silence
The smile falters
The gaze is glazed
the face vulnerable
Yes it is the same person, but the personality differs
The iciness melts into a stream of tears
And the warm twinkle of the eye is lost in the haze
The clear mind is befuddled by emotion
All's in a turmoil
Yes it is the same person, but the personality differs

Whats behind this catharsis , none can say
maybe cos life ,is not fair in any way
Is it an incident or a huge build up ?
Maybe it is just a lost opportunity, yet again
or maybe the fear of being misunderstood relived again?
The humiliation of baring one's mind before the insensitive is unbearable
But would you understand ?
i don't care,
For nothing going to change
but it shall all end soon
Cos with every dawn the wise bring stability to everyone's life
and the joker spreads cheer around
There are many dawns to come yet...........

I hate Music

As the music throbs in my ear and the glass pane appears all eager to shatter and throw herself at the DJ(in the background) , here iam writing it all down.
One is a misfit if he/she does not listen to music why?? For some the mere reason is that they do not like music , some can't hear it and some have been too numbed by pain to feel any sensory pleasures.There are ome who love it so much that can't bear to hear it, and some are so emotional that music brings out the best/worst in them( BEWARE never catch them when a sad song is playing) and so these very private ppl avoid the fully faltoo display of emotions or save their emotional sanity by simply not listening to music. But as they say common sense is very uncommon. the other morons jst do not under stand and keep mocking and deriding them. Wat can one say, music is refuge to some, god to others, some love rock the others hate it, some try to conform and put up a good show and some grow to love it , but their are misfits everywhere.To some music is a refuge when suffering from an upheavel- the sensitive ones just bawl their lungs out if sad , or dance away if ecstatic, or lull the pain... and the next day they hate themselves and music again...

Iam a beach babe

As the riveting silence of waves hits you, while the city sleeps and you fondly look into the darkness, an unnerving surge of emotions hit you.It's a beach all right but the place and the hour
make it stand apart.

Mumbai beaches may be widely known and beautiful too but this one is not only pure and austere, it is vibrant with people in the evening and just lulls intself to sleep and darkness as the sun sets and the city sleeps.For once the city and nature are in perfect harmony.

The place is Nagoa beach in Diu.What more can i say.Maybe it's because i have not lived next to a beach all my life , but i still have seen quite a few.And i can say for sure moments becomes hours as the sun sets on the world and leaves you to mull over what you have done and what you've forgotten.For me it's like listening to soulful music and brings your emotions to the fore, and at times it just becomes too much to endure , the sweet surge and suddenness of a flood of emotions in todays cynicism driven dry world.I wonder now and i wondered then that i live in the north away from the sea nor do i listen to music, and maybe that's what saved my sanity!

The trip to Diu and the magnifecence of the sea offset by the quietitude of the small city has added something to my life- and an importnat leson- do not be ashamed to feel, u'll learn to deal with it.