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About a Shoe

A shoe is a strange thing to write about, but stranger things have been written about. I once wrote a poem about a lonely sock. That one was a tad sad. This one though, has a happy ending. I lost a shoe. It belonged to my one year old. It was new. I just got it 2 days back. It was a dark navy blue that matched with most outfits. The front had a little orangeish pink tongue painted on it. One of the two straps had tiny mischievous eyes on it. It gave the… Read More »About a Shoe

My Mother

When I was in school I read a story of the most beautiful woman. This is what I remember – A little girl was lost and crying uncontrollably. The villagers asked the sobbing child to describe her mother.She could only say she is the most beautiful one. The villagers pointed one beautiful woman after another but none of them were her mother. Finally a one eyed, tired looking woman comes running and hugs her lost child. The child at last relieved hugs her mother then turns to the villagers and says, “See! This is my… Read More »My Mother

No Update

Its been a while since I recorded HappeningsSometimes its good to just let it happenSometimes its good to just let it flowSo basically – nothing to record

At work

Grey cells spread their spoilsNumbers abound, jumping from every corner that the eye can travel toIn an ergonomic setting; 10 inches above the eyesThe screen stares back While the cells in the spreadsheets wage a war

Black Hole

A black hole is a region of space in which the gravitational field is so powerful that nothing, not even light, can escape its pull Hmmm – if you want to build analogies off of this, you may 🙂

Just when

Just when you find a comfortable wedge A warm blanket, a good book, steaming coffeeWhy is it time to get up?

Sometimes I wonder about words that I have read and even liberally use but no-one ever explained what it actually meant – I mean what it actually sounded like or felt like… What does a chuckle sound like?What does a grimace look like?How does the air feel when it is sultry?

The sky isn’t clearDotted with tufts of cloudsOutlining green mountainsUnclear and beautiful

Rise and Fall

What defines you is how high you rise after you fall. – Dubious sources (Actually a dialogue from Maid in Manhattan..sheesh)

Victims of Happiness

Read this line in the program of the play I watched today ” We were not the victims of a happy childhood” Its a loaded statement. Have you ever looked at someone who has really gone through something – I mean really gone through life and felt like he probably got more out of it? Is happiness overrated? Are we as human beings as naturally inclined to be unhappy as to be happy? Then why fight against it? Why not surrender to everything that you feel? Happy drugs defeat the very purpose of experiencing life.… Read More »Victims of Happiness

Sleepy Contemplation

When something that exists today dies, it becomes the pastIt becomes a memoryWhat happens when a dream that you saw diesDoes it become the past? But how can it when it never existed in realityIt was, after-all, just a dream – its very nature is to be unrealA dream that occured, but can never re-occur Should we call it the past or just a broken dream?