Moments are made up of these....

so when the question popped out as, where YOUR heart is? was stumped for a while, though came back with some vague, long winding answer, wasn't convinced. Later gave thought to it, and musing over it through the days, realised, the heart is where it thumps loud and clear! Things that arouse you, make you feel all alive, blessed to be alive, things that makes a smile linger on your face, for a while, things that bring up a lump in your throat, things that make your eyes brim with shed or unshed tears, things that bring a song to your lips; and the things, at times might, just might, happen to be 'people'!

Watching Gilchrist blistering away and marvelling at the newcomers' splendid work with the bat and ball, was such a lovely moment; more so cause, havent actually got down to watch any of the 59 said matches. So it was like being back amidst old friends, the familiar joy, excitement, anger, frustration, the thrill the bliss! And couple of days back, listening to snatches of an old song(not so popular) on the radio, song from my teen years, and words tumbling out from the recesses of my brain and the memories along with it was awesome, and mind-boggling! RAM is in pretty good shape, I guess! Was amazed again at something that happened, when it struck, as this is the moment, when this relationship takes on a new shade, or moves on to the next phase, like a flashing bolt, and led me to chew on, the famous 'you had me at hello' line! sigh! what a movie...!

thin ice

As she smiles and nods her head,
a pain seizes him, from nowhere.
what that holds them is a thread,
a beautiful tapestry gone all bare.

When did it all began, the crack
when did it widen so rapidly?
What should he do, to get it back,
The moments which swayed so vibrantly.

The indifference, the dig,
the sneer, the scheming ploy.
How it turned all so unnerving,
feelings in an awful turmoil.

As i watch him twinge and turn
Can all but shake my head.
There is still so much to learn
So much felt, so much dread, unsaid.

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Sea Journey

when a slight twinge knocks gently
dont be fooled.
you are in for a tumult,
that slowly morphs
into a roaring sea,
left on your own, all alone.

Caught in the eddies,
goin in circles, tossed
around by the waves,
flung and thrashed,
dunked and dazed,
search for a log;
cling on, for dear life,
the waves come afresh.

The land in sight?
ofcourse its the light,
the sun plays while you
float along the drowsy sea.
skin tanned, mind benumbed,
a vacum filled buoying journey.