River bank

A sun kissed evening sky, making the banks of a calm river serene and tranquil. The sound of birds chirping fills the rather silent atomsphere with sweet talk. Jazz music being played in a far by restaurant gives the added pleasure of being here, right now. Alone, yet not longing for company, silent but content, like the fallen tree that lies in the middle of the river. It does not move, decomposes itself to provide life support to other smaller occupants.

On the bank, there are all sorts of emotions, laying and sitting staring at inevitable fading of the day. Some love being shared and expressed, some anger trying to vanish with the orange sun, some loss being forgotten with a beer, some happiness happy of it's being and some weirdness trying to figure out itself.

Evenings like this come and go often, but we experience it seldom. There could be many reasons but every reason have you in common. Reason reflect our choices, our priorities from where, all these emotions come from. Whatever it is, controlling your actions and accepting the outcome let's you be the tree standing against the flow of the river yet in peace.

It's not about what you do or think on such a evening, but what the evening makes you think or do.



I dream to reach for the stars
with just a paper boat

I dream to make a better world
with just a thought

I dream to cry out loud
with just a happy face

I dream to come to reality
with just your embrace

I dream to write a song
with just a broken empty pen

I dream to have a fight
with just me and you to win


Voices and Glimpses

Waves of the ocean in dark
sounding it's presence, not revealing
sometimes wild, sometimes soothing
sometimes screaming, sometimes singing
Am I aligning my thoughts to their verses
or are they letting me feel what resides within.

From the shores, it looks like a black hole
a lighthouse showing me a glimpse
revealing the scarred face of ocean
seems like a mirror to my soul


Alles Gute

This is the day when you came into to this world, its the day when I saw your face for the first time. You were wrapped into a bundle with warm cotton folds and seemed to me like the morning dew wrapped in layers of flower petals. Your eyes closed, with lavish eyelashes, the red nose with which you were breathing for the first time, your skin still covered with layers of your mom's protection that kept you safe for the first few months, made you look like a work of art which sprouts countless emotions that I did not even know existed.

Every year on this day, no matter how many years passes by, I will still remember the baby whose hands held my finger, never to let it go, whose head rested so perfectly in my palms, whose chest rested on my shoulders to burp after a feed, who found chest of his father more comfortable to the softness of the bed.

Happy Birthday son...for the years past and many more years to come !!


Cherie forever

You were far, but never from my heart
Not in sight, but we never grew apart
I thought of you many times with a smile on my face
Now you gone leaving love as your trace
Thank you dear for all the joy and fun
I hope I gave you some too in return
Thanks to her who brought you and me together
In this cruel world you made our lives better
Hope you have a nice journey ahead
Keep spreading love like you always do
My hairy fluffy smelly baby
Cherie, I will miss you forever and ever


An angry feeling

Have you felt some times, that you want to smash an object, slap someone hard, punch a bag, kick a piece of junk or just want to cry but dont know the reason why. Lately, I get this feeling a lot. A pressing sense of anger, an anger on the inability to change things, an anger on not able to show my anger. Its a parasite within you, living on you and eating you up.

But hey, there are many ways to calm yourself down, many ways to kick the parasite out of the system. There are ways to solve the problem when you know exactly what the problem is. When you are just dealing with a range of impulse not knowing from where or for what not, its coming, its hard to pin point. You cant fight a war with your eyes folded. But at least, its better to acknowledge that I am at war. An emotional war.

How to fight an war with your emotions ? If I knew the answer, I would probably not have written this blog. I know the answer lies within, but I am still searching for a way to find it. An answer that will have the power to heal/destroy everything that erodes you from within. I somehow think that if I am able to convince my mind to be conscious of the situation that brings up such feelings, I will be able to untie the knot on my eye and see the soldiers and actually start fighting and someday win the war. Or at least to sign a peace treaty. I hope that day comes soon before significant damage can be done.

But for now, I will just put this laptop aside, collect some glasses and go to the junkyard !!


Hanging by a thread

There's a thread that stops me
Let's me hang on to everything I know
Abyss invites me, but the thread blinds me
Doesn't let me close my door

The thread is like silk
Hard and shiny, sharp and tiny
Touches you like cotton
Cuts you like a knife
Wants me to be a caterpillar
And not a mayfly