2/27/09

You rode so many miles man frnd.. that when u spoke of them, i tried imagining how much more would they be from both my arms stretched apart. for i have never known of miles the way you have. i have only read of their connotations in stories where lovers part.

and when you reached over the mountain, looking down at the endless abyss, i heard drums rolling and thought to myself..." One leap and he will cross over into the chasm, we all want to go after death.."

i thought i'd never see you again.

2/24/09

A dwarf woman doesnt hold her man, she clutches him
steps on her toes and rises through his body like a creeper
striving so that her kiss lands on his neck,without him bending, without him noticing, while he looks on to the other side..
so it could be made into some surpise from being a regular act of love..
the tiny feet tip, the calves stretch and the little fingures curl to make a fist off the shirt..

and that is the love she swears by..
a love which looks above, perseveres and reaches for the higher...

they say that love is a leap one has to be inspired enough to jump..
but on a perfect Valentine's, i'd wish to be able to tip than take a leap...

for my Little Women..
For Their great loves and tippings...
For Rubai and Tania...

2/10/09

For every one of the greats have said that men should come out of the spell of being a gregarious lot and seek their individualism.that conformity is not a cool thing.
but at every point in your life when you discovered some thing meaningful in a book, painting or a piece of poem..it was made by some one else. a unknown man or a woman.

if that kind is also conformity... a kind of borrowing someone else's and calling it your own...
then this is how i look at it... i think although things mean differently to each one of us...
the soul remains the same...
for it means that all of us strangers stand on the fence line of a large circle with the one dotted centre...
if its a good thing or a bad i dont know..mayb we should think of a third determinant besides good and bad for such things...
today wen i read one of the comments on my post..i suddenly thought of this... and i realised..
that the most amazing relationships of my life have formed on this probability...

2/3/09

life, and then a pause to think, to put a word against it.. and what could possibly come up from a twenty year living.

but tonight.. i am really happy. These few days that are past had taught me some thing about myself which i aspired for but deep down never contained. when time came, i discovered it in me... ambiguous but robust and undetterable.

sometimes i look in the mirror and tremble with awe at the colossal courage that i bear.... and whatever that i have made of my self and my life.... seems a good job.. worth living for.

As the world fell apart and fell back in place...as hope went out and rushed in..like a moment of bloodlessness.... i stood on my own little feet to see it...to fix it... i chose be alone.. all by myself.

they say no man is an island, that there is vulnerability within each one, that we are all bound and bonded in some way....

for a little girl.... breaking free from these barriors... for once in her life..is the taste of the absolute freedom.. which she thought was only hypothetical...


now she could live the rest of her life.. with her 'greatest moment'...

this moment will live forever....and so will she...