Convictions

Most of us have been hankering and stalling the obvious longing some time or the other. This ambivalence is the outcome of grass being green on both sides of the fence. The juxtaposition of feelings carries the ironic mocking on destiny. I had gone through the same feeling when that coveted call for travelling to States dropped on my cell. There was a sudden onset of excitement followed by the melancholy of leaving Pune. I had managed to get two weeks time but unfortunately had to rush to Gurgaon for some urgent office work. The hopes for spending maximum time with all friends and loved ones shattered but few ounces of it was still alive as I had a week. Unfavorable circumstances leads to defence mechanisms like suppression and I too surenderd to its powers, sweet memories and sour reverberating through the walls of my temple and I couldn’t read past a single page of Short stories by Saki through out the journey to and from Gurgaon. Flashes of more than three beautiful ye...

Wanted to share this from a long time. Sung by the band named  Poets of the fall Hear your heartbeat Beat a frantic pace And it's not even seven AM You're feeling the rush of anguish settling You cannot help showing them in Hurry up then Or you'll fall behind and They will take control of you And you need to heal The hurt behind your eyes Fickle words crowding your mind So sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in And carry you over to a new morning Try as you might You try to give it up Seems to be holding on fast It's hand in your hand A shadow over your A beggar for soul in your face Still it don't matter If you won't listen If you won't let them follow you You just need to heal Make good all your lies Move on and don't look behind So sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within ...

Another of my futile attempts to tell the people of something they already know of owing to the fact that there is lot of intellectual development this century (pun intended). A thought just entered while e-penning down this post..., the electronic media helps me in saving paper at the cost of energy, it helped in revolutionizing Egypt accrediting the legendary tweet that will be embossed in golden words on the “wall”. Please I would like to remain undisturbed will be the the nightly prayer of his' very soon. Tweet: Egypt’s mubarak wants to remain undisturbed. She’s in his subconscious claiming to hold the entire executive system of his conscious. (Subconscious a tricky term coined to part the conscious and the unconscious has a lot of strings attached given by Freud or Carl jung.)  It begins hours after the fall of the sun into the abyss when he has entered into the dream state, arrives a princess donning a black-pink saree draped around her so gracefully her aura beaming hi...

-->    She came into my dream; she was gazing at me from the point yonder! That made my heart to ponder!!    That the immense beauty she possesses!  Is this the thing that caresses!!    Her smoky black eyes! Makes me think of her twice and thrice!!    Her eyes are a million tales untold! There’s a mystery in them which I always try to unfold!!    Those rose petal lips with a faint smile! Makes my heart stop for a while!!    Why are her visits such evanescent! That to in times when I am oscitant!!    Thou art not a mirage my mind consoles for sure! I’ll wait for her to come once more!!    Here for she comes with eternal attraction! She makes me spell bound she has me in possession!!    There is a lull when face to face! My heart is ready to run a million mile race!!    My mind questions how to start! Meanwhile her mysterious eyes play ...