my friend

those beautiful evenings

crazy conversations

that great music

those fights

i miss those times

my friend

i miss you

Whose side are you on?

I didn't know it was a war

may be, a bad bug bit us

indian classical dance and music speak volumes about indians-once upon a time. deep understanding of intricate emotions immortalised in art forms, so beautiful that you are often left mesmerised. still, they are losing their place they once had, in our minds. we have always been such an expressive lot. what happened to us?

life-time

time,

that you are leaving

do tell the time,

that is yet to come

how much i loved you

hi night

its 2 30 in the night. i cant sleep but i like it. its so quiet. there is so much peace. i've missed it i guess...for the past 1 week we have been more than a dozen people at home. everyone running helter skelter for the wedding all the time. all that feels so futile and at the same time all that means so much to so many. sigh!
i miss my night jogs in singapore..

i ask

in this hustle and bustle

is unnerving silence

quietly sitting with a long face


in that silence

is unsettling restlessness

desperately running the race



i ask...

what have you become?

template of life

why do people come to think that their way of life is the only road to happiness? why would you desperately want your posterity to live like you would have had? why would you want to impose your ways on them? imagine how boring it would be. no discovering. no exploring. just following. can you respect/understand this thought ever? shouldn't you only put forth your point of view and then leave things to them.

how much can one fight? there are times when fighting for your own stand with people you respect and care for, gets on you. when you just want to give up and say "fine". when you so want to elope but you stick. you stick because you know you cannot really get far leaving them behind, unhappy.

i am hopeful. still. it can only get better. it will.