Post #300

Be what you want to be. Not what others want (you) to be.
Chase your own dreams. Live your own reality.



=)

Comfort

“This is the kind of Friend
You are -
Without making me realize
My soul's anguished history,
You slip into my house at night,
And while I am sleeping,
You silently carry off
All my suffering and sordid past
In Your beautiful
Hands.”
- Hafez

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Dedicated to Mr. God

=)

Tomorrow

Black Forest cake
sits in the fridge
waiting to be devoured.
But not today.

Party hat
sits on the table
waiting to be worn.
Belatedly.

To a Beautiful Young Lady

she chatters with glee,
perfectly framed sentences;
her eyes, the language.
 ___

Of an evening with with a delightful toddler.

When you play make-believe games with a baby/toddler/child, you know there's a part of your childhood that you've still not left behind.

Ideal Life

Give me a Sunday, my family, filter coffee, an ink pen, a notebook and a St. Bernard pup who decides to scribble in the notebook with his muddy paws....

And I won't ask for more.

26

And I don't feel a minute older than 22.


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In My Inbox Today

A loving relationship is one in which the loved one is free to be himself to laugh with me, but never at me; to cry with me, but never because of me; to love life, to love himself, to love being loved. Such a relationship is based upon freedom and can never grow in a jealous heart.
~ Leo Buscaglia

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Well, of course he can laugh at me.

Sometimes. =)

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So

Looks like I've given up Patience this Lent.

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Blur

photographs travel
'cross borders 'n mailboxes;
pixelated love.

True Story

Life is a looong list of To-Dos.

Playthings

sunlight in our eyes,
paper boats sailing on dreams.
childhood memories.

On Aging

My nose will get longer than Pinocchio's and touch the monitor if I declared loftily that it doesn't matter.

That it doesn't matter that I will be turning twenty six in exactly a month from today.

No, it's not a reminder to a miniscule population of the world - that comprises of my readers, including your patient self - to wish me and all that.

It's a gentle, yet decisive tap on my shoulder.

Oh wait, I don't feel older than twenty two years, four months, some days and counting.

But count, I must not.

Countless blessings. It's those I should be thinking of. It's those I must cherish.

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*The immense responsibility when someone says 'I'm counting on you....' in all earnestness;

*the radiant faith in a child's eyes when you're playing a make-believe game with him/her; 

*the anxiety of someone waiting for you to get back home;
*the welcoming hug that you make your home, if only for a while;
*the eyes and paws of that mongrel beseeching you to show some kindness; 

*the elation after work done well; 

*that overwhelming surge that overrides the need for grammatical correctness of thought, word or deed

*that heartfelt sincerity with which they say the three words you love to hear -- 'God bless you'

*that lonely song that seeks your company....

You approach all the above with tenderness, afraid of losing something that you cannot define but you know the something well - you just haven't named it yet. You've let it occupy a warm corner in your mind, refusing to let it out, refusing to let anything in. You let it be, tucked in a secret pocket of your mind. 

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Back to the Title of this post, well, I have had some trouble in accepting the spelling 'Aging' and am rather disheartened when I see the ever-ready red line appear with efficient immediacy when I type 'Ageing'. Argh.

I've had a great life so far (*touchwood*) and I look forward to wonderful times ahead.

But it is the now that gets me wondering sometimes.

The inevitable 'What ifs', 'How can/will', 'What next?' and the like make sure they haunt you at fairly regular intervals.

Then, there comes a time when you just dismiss it all and just live for the moment.

(no, I am not going to use the 'seize the day' equivalent)

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There are moments that humble you to a nondescript dot - when you realize the world is much bigger than you and your pride; when your belief crumbles, even if just a liiiitle bit, when dreamland is rudely transformed into a reality check.

What do you do?

Wake up and drag yourself to work, letting another day go by.

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Time. It's running out and you run with it. 

Time is that train you cannot afford to miss, even if it means jostling, elbowing, pushing past the hordes of people who're running just like you, sometimes with a purpose, sometimes to catch up, sometimes to run past, sometimes to run away....

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Reality Checks are, sometimes, good, let me tell you. Considering the deluge of Reality Checks in my life of late, I wish that term implied some monetary benefit too. *chuckle*

They tell you that you're lost when you're lost. They bring you back to where you belong.

They tug at your heart when it has hopelessly wandered too far.

They tell you when you've had enough.

With some dismay, you accept Reality, though still forlorn for a glimpse of dreamland, of the unattainable.

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Dreamer. That's who I am. A shameless, aimless (day)dreamer.

Nothing more, nothing less.

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Ambitions. Sometimes Life, when in the best of dispositions, bestows more than you expect - more marks, more riches, more power, more many more....

Your ambitions, or in my case, the aforementioned dreams, unfold, one true story at a time.

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Stories. We're all storytellers. We all have a story to tell, sometimes a story to be stashed away in that secret pocket of the mind I told you about, sometimes a story to unabashedly gloat about, sometimes a story to be photographed or filmed, sometimes a story to speak for itself.

We all hide behind our stories like a child who knows that he is safe from the big, bad world when all he has to do is hide behind his mother. We hide, with eyes shut tight - momentarily - before we warily peep, with half-open eyelids, opening one careful eye at a time, from the safety of our mother's pallu/dupatta/nightie.

All's well with the world again.

And we live on that one hope that makes us look forward to the next episode of the worst, most bizarre of daily soaps.

'To be Continued....'

Meanderings

*If you're wondering why I don't connect with you, It's because I don't.
So stop wondering because I've stopped connecting.

*Plagiarism sucks.
If you indulge in it, you do, too.

*When you say 'I am not judgmental.'
Well, there! You just proved yourself wrong.

*When you tell people the lies they want to hear,
are you sure all that's making you happy is the truth?

*Your marriage is your business.
Stop making other people's marriage your business, too. Unless you're a marriage broker.

*Stop bragging about your achievements, will you?
My ears and mind are elsewhere. Since the time you started your monologue.

*If you've lost someone's trust once,
Do not expect a second chance.

*If you're selfish about your space,
Stop intruding into others' space for a change.

*'How much are/is you/ he/she/ earning?' is just wrong.
Are you planning to write your will in our name?


All the negativity aside,

*I love your haunting eyes and shy smile

*I wish I had a St. Bernard pup
who refused to grow up. =)

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Inspired by different people at different points in time.

Much-needed

My mind needs a vacation
So it's going to daydream.

Candy Makes Us Children

Skittles =)

C'est Vrai

Trust your Family to make anything seem alright...

 

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...even you! =)

True Story

I am the undisputed ruler of Brokedom.

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Heart of Life

This track's playing on loop today:

Subliminal, afternoon-y and soulful - that's how I'd describe his voice.

After Knopfler, it's Mayer I turn to for anytime-comforting, anytime-daydreaming, anytime-loving.

JM - 'Half of My Heart' belongs to you.