Bhalolagar maane...

Amra pagol amaderi bhalolagar taane...
Pagol hote chaile bojho bhalolagar maane...
Pujor gondhe pagol jokhon shokol gacher phool...
Badha niyom kichu na mene, koro haajar bhool...
Chotto jhola chaapiye kandhe beriye poro aaj...
Baire giye akash dekho, phele shokol kaj...
Daaker shaaje ma’er ey rup kore camerabondi...
Ghat’e ghat’e ghure beriye, aaato notun phondi...
Bishorjoner sheshe jokhon, shobar mukh-e mlaan...
Hotath kore toiri holo beranor ek plan...
Khata kolom shonge niye uthlo mete dol...
Shobai miley bollo uthe, shotti ebar chol...
Jabar belai tai toh boli, metey otho gaane....
Etei tumi khuje paabe bhalobashar maane...

Walking down the isle of Grethia...

A lonely traveler walking down the isle of Grethia…
With a stick in his hand, he heads through the dense forest…
A magnifying glass and a notebook is all that he has with him…
He has set sail on a journey to search for the eternal…
Years of drudgery has churned out all his spirit that drove him fast…
Without any hope within he walks past the grassy land to look out for her…
A distant light shows up from the middle of the rainforest…
Sudden wind blows and snatches away the stick from his hand…
Its dark all around…he starts running towards the distant frontiers…
His journey ends when he sees her waiting near the wooden house that they had once built up with months of love…
Diving straight into her lap, he rests in peace…they spend the night gazing at the stars…
Moonlight brightens up the world outside…
Scribbling away their tales to tell…they keep looking at each other….
It starts raining at the wee hour of the night and washes their pain away…
They hear the call of the little child…the little one has been waiting for them to be united forever…
Like a candle in the wind, he comes and enters their world of love…
…and they live happily ever after…

Wild Strawberries for the Child..

wild strawberries plucked from the feather tree...
the sailor blows a whisker from the ship sailing across the sea...
he is coming your way with a lamp in his hand...
sail away on a stormy night holding him tightly...
meet the child waiting at the twilight zone of love...
the stars shall twinkle in the sky...
just wait till you near the bend...
stare at the belt of orion for a little while...
one look at the ring and you'll feel the touch from within...
step ahead into the future as you ride along the oceanic blue...
feel the vibrant colours of life weaving a thread around you...
this bond ties you forever...
live your life within the triangle....
the shadow shall always protect you like the armour of God....
never let the water trickle down your eyes...
they are meant to be for the three...
play the role of the spirit that guides you from within...
be the mother of the child who waits for the strawberries to be dropped in...

Stray thoughts...

there are so many things to write about...
today as i sit in my dark room wishing to drop in a line or two..my thoughts go haywire..
the urge to pour down my emotions don't seem to spark the deep urge from within...
i remember a time when words seemed to flow down like a autumn rain...
today it is as dry as a drought of the summer...
a sense of negativity encompasses my surrounding...
i wish to write about the wooden bunglow that we have dreamed together...
i wish to write about the life i have seen for the last eight months...
i wish to begin the journey again...
but the strength to put a step across the boulder lacks in my life...
it ain't an impossible task to take on my shoulders...
a person who had once been the strength for all drools down today...
humour seems like an unknown word which doesn't exist in my dictionary...
i type in words and move them aside...the steps never move ahead...
its always a step back...
all that i need is a solid brainstorming session with the one who can hold me wide and shake me from within...
a travel down the path less travelled with a anchor to rest on is all i need for now...
O mother of all Gods! come and embrace me with your neverending love...
I feel like a scared child today who hesitates to watch the mother from a distant...
no matter whether she is a phone call away or a little touch away...
i wish to run away from them for a short while and be lost amidst the sea of eternity...
a deep breath and i dive into the sea to purify myself with the water of love....
spend months in the kingdom of love and arise my soul above all spirits...
i intend to come back to this world full of love again...
with spirits giving me the strength to hold them tight again...
they need me at every moment...i cannot escape the call of the wild...
bring me back to this distant world...bring me back to home....
O! lord bring me back to home...

Tears in his eyes...

I have seen the tears in his eyes...
He is almost like a child who has lost the wings to fly...
The lap that he misses at every moment is all that tears him wide apart...
Is there something I can do to wipe away his pain?
Perhaps yes, Perhaps not!
I feel like a loner stranded amidst the dense cloud in the desert...
Nothing seems to sway our mind along the distant frontiers...
At times the sound of the dewdrops wake me up at the wee hour of the night...
Sitting on the bed I remember those nights when a caring hand laid her warmth on me and hold me tightly...
The days pain and anguish vanished like a candle in the wind...
Now the hour has come to hold myself tight and look into his eyes..waiting for a drop to fall...
Wish I could hold him in my arms and paint a stroke of love in his heart...
But I feel scared to do it because he seems like a stranger to me....someone unknown since ages...

As my day rolls on today...

It’s a dry and sulky morning when I am sitting on my desk and thinking what to do. Apparently there is no work and neither do I want some to pour in. This is something in life that I hate to do – give me anything else to do excepting work! I know you would laugh at this but seriously speaking there is nothing that I can do about this feeling of mine. Every damn morning I come to office thinking that I would be doing something worthwhile, I mean writing something readable but I end up doing the worse part. I am writing for stuffs which doesn’t enthuse me at all. It is true that you don’t get the best job every time you want it but then it’s been for quite some time. Writing for an e-learning media has now become a curse for me. Same style of writing, nothing to explore out really – every time I pen down some lines I feel am getting more and more into the gutter. Boss! some difference in style at least, but then how would you get it unless there is scope. Before I started working with the company I am currently employed with, writing came naturally to me. I never considered it as a burden. Now, I seriously feel so as though something crude is being thrust upon me! As I try to weave some poetic lines, buttons and pop-ups come to my mind – Christ sake! I need a break!! Can I really get the spirit back? I think it’s time to look back and see where I am really – I feel am on the verge of breaking up! Somewhere round the bend, I feel, I see a light leading me to the path of clouds, but then sudden smog appears and everything vanishes. I run back and rush through the thoughts and find myself sitting in the same place from where I was writing. I guess it’s time to steer clear of all the hurdles and drive through the desert on a safari – journey till the end of horizon. Maybe I should’ve been a travel journalist working with the Outlook, that ways I would’ve been happy, maybe not! I really don’t know – perpetually confused as I am all the time. Putting a stop now since its inevitable now! Get back to you in a jiffy.

WeekLife....

Waking up at 7:45 perpetually everyday
Getting ready by 8:30….
Enjoying the first fag for the day between 8:40-8:45…
Taking the bus at 8:52….
Watch out the roads from 8:53 – 9:30…else wise drool for that span…
Sign in by 9:35…
Swipe at 9:36…
Walk to my desk…
Switch on the pc by 9:40…
Close all unused taskbar items…includes some stupid IBM crap, Quick Time Player, WinZip n the rest I don’t remember…
Open Outlook, VSS, Gmail and Real Player in the sequence given here by 9:45…
Shoot an sms by 9:50…
Go ahead for the second fag at 10:10…
Work till 11:30…swap and switch tabs – Gmail, Real Player, VSS…
Get up for the third break…play with the jingles till 12:00…
Come back and play a round of 3D...that’s so damn boring man!
Lunch timing varies…1 or 1:30 but can stretch till 2:00…
Break again for a fag of course!
Work till 4:00 or 4:30…break apart….CTRL+B in flash!!
Guess work is getting onto my nerves…
Start packing bag from 5…looking forward to 6:30…
Tick-tock-tick-tock but kambakht 6:30 doesn’t come…
Make a wishful wish! – expect no more official mails except ones from HR and Admin since they are never related to work for most of the times!!
Take the bus at 6:30…these days it becomes the auto at times when am going back with my sister…
The auto drives you along the busy roads and you keep thinking about the day’s events…
At 7:30, you reach the metro station, have a drink or two and then run down the metro steps…
Get down at Park or Rash and wait for brother to come down…
Talk about life and it’s surrealism with Ekalavya – that’s what I call my brother!!
Walk back to home when brother asks lil sister to return…all this while I must be stuffing myself with Fish Fries…he is too fond of feeding me with them!
Between 9:30-9:45, the bell rings and Mom comes out to open it…lock the Watergates and get inside my room to unfurl…
Its msging time – my sister gets to know that am back to home…
Stare at my family members for an hour and then head towards the dinner table by 11:00 max!!
Tune into some good music and meditate till 11:45 or 12…
Talk to brother about likings and disliking....
Weave stories till my eyes start rolling and I fall asleep…normally doesn’t happen before 1:00 or 1:30…

So that’s it…

Clueless ME!!

absolutely clueless about what am going through or rather what i intend to do..
planning n planning is all that has killed me...
coming to jotting those lines down i don't remember what i wanted to write up really...
writing kept me alive for quite some time but with the ongoing scenario i can't think of the activities that i should take up to keep it going...

Spirits quite high up the elbow...
Here I am screwing it up once again...better or for worse don't even ask me..
Funny lines...Quirky lines...Drooling lines...Penchant lines nothing comes to me...
One liners are definitely going to help me swing the load on the other side...
Sadly none comes to my mind right now...
People who can help me on this count are fucked up themselves...
Running to n fro across all parts of the city for the last month or so...
Travelling in trains, of course the metros only...rarely got the chance to ride across the country rails!!
Life!! am I on a roller coaster ride or is it the boring Lazy River scheme?
Why not chalk out a blue fraud scheme n carry on with it??
There you go...instead of writing out something to answer my innumerable queries...
am going on framing questions for myself...makes the task even more difficult...
When I read in between the murky lines, quite a lot of ideas come to me...
But they refuse to drop down when I sit here and write something worth reading for you...
Coming to Ekalavya...tis was a wonderful treat for my eyes first n then for god knows what....
Should catch up with it once again for sure...buy up the fag end of the ticket...stroll along the ghats...n then lays to munch up for...
hang on..time to stop coz i know it myself - am forcing myself to write since i have no one else at present to talk to..
This is what happens to me most of the times these days..whenever am alone n need someone to talk to...the best solution i have found for this is that - go ahead and type it out and read and re-read it again to see for yourself how good an SCRAP EXPERT you are!

Ciao...be right back soon with more crap...