Why would he, no HEThe ever so “powerful, omnipotent, omnipresent”Plant such sorrow in his well meaning onesAllow such imbalance, such injustice Why would he give some such painThat life becomes unbearableWhen I, a mere mortal cannot bear to see itHow does HE?
Dark still waters withinStagnate and gather mossPensively awaitingA breeze, a movementTo stirAnd let life flow
The distance from my aprtment to my mailbox is not much. You can cut it really short genometrically by avoiding the driving route and taking a short cut instead. You can walk through a little curvy paved road through a neatrly manicured lawn. You will pass by a tennis court
Deja Vu, as per some research, is not a “para normal” phonomenon but has a valid, though highly unromantic scientific explanation. Turns out its just a result of neurological misfirings. Its just your brain telling you something has happened before when it really hasn’t – its just perceiving it to
The vaccum that always existedFeels a little more alive these daysTugging and pulling for attentionSucking strands of remnant optimism Into its hungry vortexI fill it with thingsDancing bellsPoetic reverieseven “dead man’s floats”I’ll catch a playI’ll sing a songI’ll do anything to keep going onAnd probably as beforeI need to do
I lie on the fringes Of human engagementWatching in silence –Unobserved, invisible Maniacally have Iyearned too to be sucked into This massive human factoryOf love, lust, attachment, – IllusionYet I touch and reboundFrom the core of life Catapulted back to where I started each timeBy quirks of fateConfused if I
The red flowers are in full bloomThe green buds wait patiently for their timeStrings of grass sway and dance The wind blows hard and keeps timeAll in silence and quiet in a white framed picture on the wall. 10/17/2004
Never have I seen a sun so gloriousBathing the sky in its bloodI hear the silent promise of an unseen, unknownThat there is joy in the worldI turn into a laneAnd see a house With maybe a happy family insideIts windows blazing redAs the rays of the sun kiss the
I am…..Who am I?..An ExperienceThat is passing as I speakIf the past is just a kaleidescope Of scenes that I watch nowWhere am I nowIN this everchaning cycle of life?If the future is just a random possibilityWhat do I need to do nowOther than be me –The Experience.
You never know where life takes you. Choices you make, chances you take – do they define your life or is it but a game of random probabilities? Does anything that you plan to do ever matter? How much are you predestined to go through?
What might a world have been that was catered to a woman’s needs? What is the corporate world had the essence of a woman? We would perhaps have knitting groups, tea parties, gossip session, pottery classes, wine and chatting sessions for team builders instead of roles games, golf outings, happy
Have been reading The Zahir by Paulo Coelho. The gist of his books are always of a journey of self discovery – of finding personal legends, understanding the nature of love, destiny, choice and all the unexplained but overexplained stuff. This one was about personal history and the need to
I finished seeing the movie Motorcycle Diaries yesterday. It is indeed a story of a journey not of places but through the inner most sanctums of ones soul. A cause is what converts an existence to a living. That flame of self fulfillment is what is so attractive about some
Its 7.00 in the evening, but already dark. We have decided to light the fireplace. The place smells of burning wood and fresh made milk and semolina kheer. The sound of cackling wood is soothing and I feel a little rested after a restless day.We find pleasure in the imperfections