Monday, November 29, 2010

love these songs from Once upon a time...Pee loon and tum jo aaye. Haunting music...not the best of all times slot, still...could add on the O bekhabar too..lilting swaying stuff against the raunchy extremely loud but rockable nevertheless...jor ka jatkha!!

Sunday, November 21, 2010

this and that...

Has been a hectic period and few more days left off it! Routine broken, things in a disarray (not that they are picture perfect all the while!), mind juggling chores on the never ending to-do list, and the back of the mind yearning for a slower duller mundane day! Anyways, no major complaints, coz its fine, and I for one, cannot survive without my dose of my-time, and MY indulgences, come what may!! Without which there would be a major shutdown, which leads me to wonder how some can go on, selflessly, not bitten by the 'take the time-out, now' bug, for hours, days and years!! Its all in the mind or its in the chromosomes, am not sure. definitely mine screams for it, once the self-set threshold is crossed!

Have been beset by tears more often; seems to be awaiting, to spill over, or the sacs' muscular retention power seems to have diminished over years, or just going soft in the head! no there hasnt been any public or rather displays at all, just the 'silent ones'. sounds rather dramatic. its not.

there was this upsurge of poetry momentarily, just before sleepdom took over; thought shall put it up, but struck by a rare notion, ve shelved it, to be expressed later, if at all the need arises, personally!

Came across this video about 'language' and found it interesting!

Sunday, November 7, 2010

touchwood

in a stupor, that seems to last
in a haze, that lures me on
through meadows green and beaten paths
a slowish walk, can almost see the golden pot;

the journey so far, sure has been fine
and when it halts, will find me entwine
the real and the surreal all in a mess,
seems strange but for now, think am blessed!

yes tiny tremors, and flips of the heart exist
but nonchalantly and condescendingly i resist;
the stream flows on in its placid mode, i like.
with tiny gurles and babbles do hope to survive.