June 12, 2013 § 12 Comments
I’d like to tell you that I won’t run when you come, like most people do. I will not flee, I will not hide.
This is not a proud boast.
I am not challenging you. This is not a threat.
This is just a promise. When we are face to face, I will look you in the eye.
I will not succumb to fear, doubt, regret or guilt. I have none.
I’ve been on the path seeking you for years now. I am waiting for you to step out of the shadow and pursue me. Yes, I have been waiting.
Not because I have seen all I wanted to see; felt all I wanted to feel; or loved all the ones I wanted to love. But because I have known you are going to drag me away, since I was five years old.
I know you wait until some are breaking down and are quite old, before you go down on them. I won’t be either. Make your move. I am still strong in muscle and mind.
I don’t doubt your victory over me. I am sure rather. But if you come now, you will take a warrior spirit along.
See you around.
February 24, 2013 § 3 Comments
The Truth is Out There?
There was once a man who decided, in order to give structure and purpose to his life, that he would try to find himself. To this end he devoted the whole of his available time and energy. He read many books, attended courses and seminars of all kinds and traveled many miles to sit at the feet of great teachers and learned men. Eventually he grew old and died and ascended to heaven. Like every new arrival, he was called for an audience with God, who inquired of him whether he had been successful in his quest.
“Not really,” replied the man ruefully.
“Well,” said God, “I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you another shot. This time, see if you can work out who’s doing the looking.”
Now, Ben is a very dear friend i know from WordPress. His words amaze me, and he likes amazing me that way, quite often. One of the few people i am blessed to meet. Do follow his blog here.
February 14, 2013 § 3 Comments
To reach where your Heart goes
The following is a short poetic conversation between two friends in the form of a story.
The girl has her issues with her life.
The guy loves her with all his senses and beyond but would never dare to let her know.
Love has its own ways.
I feel like burning my world down
Can’t feed them from my wounds, no more.
Surrounded by cowards preying on my worth
I’m fed up of waiting for my ultimate furor
Life thinks you are one damn strong girl.
I have seen you stronger and you are so.
Of all those men who scarred your skin
No one could reach where your heart goes.
Why it should always be me bleeding
Butchered in between promises I have been.
Here now I decide to end it all forever
I kill myself and end this fate’s spleen.
So the girl takes a knife and with a deep look into the boy’s eyes – she pierces it deep into her heart.
But to her shock, it was the boy’s heart that was bleeding.
Still, with a smile on his face, he took a step to reach towards her and fell down into her arms.
Sometimes, it’s difficult to realize that it had been someone else’s heart that had been keeping you alive.
Stop for a while – praise that someone – and love him every moment like you would love him on the last day of his life.
Cherish your love.
So one night someone stumbles onto my blog, and reads it from post one. No one had ever done that to me before, so i was excited. And scared. That guy was Prashant. He is the most amazing and mature person I am getting to know, via his posts. The way he sees life makes you want to fall in love with it. He is an amazing father, and will make his daughters proud when they grow up. I know. 🙂
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February 1, 2013 § 13 Comments
Sometimes the sight of something
beautiful brings you to your knees. Afterwards,
you decide to kill it.
December 20, 2012 § 12 Comments
I curdle the sky with
a gush of madness.The stars go sour and
the winds tear my
skin. The love we
had, has been poisoned.
That, must be the
Dark Side of the
Honeyed knives are forced
into my mouth so i can
My limbs are tied so
i cannot move or run away.
He talks me into it,
and i believe that i am
Slowly, he enters my room.
And possesses all of me.
There is no me and him
anymore. It is us.
I met death last night.
He did like my black coffee.
November 9, 2012 § 31 Comments
When death comes knocking at
your door, tell her to wait for
a moment and call me.
July 26, 2012 § 27 Comments
He asked her what was bothering her
so much that she stopped looking
into his eyes while talking
and kept all her
words and muses
how to tell
him about the fact
that she won’t live long
enough and that the cancer is going
to kill her sooner than she expected.