After B comes C

Ok! I know the title would be looked as a something like red umbrella on a summer morning. But its quite apt if you think of it. And I am surely not talking about elementary English or B schools here.

I had been a great follower of the Canadian romantic singer BAD (Bryan Adams). Not that I have stopped listening to his great compositions which start from climbing Empire State to Running the night to get back to the lover. Its just that I have added another flavor of a band called as Coldplay. Some people will say that they don't sing well, I cant agree more for a few songs but the words that they color their songs with are like a blessing in disguise. You can so easily connect with them that you feel like you could have written something similar.

Yellow is one such song. The lyrics give goose bumps difficult to keep to yourself. When I heard the simple yet profound words like 'I drew a line, I drew a line for you,..., and it was all Yellow' I was lost in the beauty of simplicity. The strumming of strings is so evident that you feel the vibrations and if you have seen the video you remember the changing background as the song progresses. Feels like remembering your first morning after somebody said 'Yes' to you, rays entering your window and the warmth they bring on a winter morning. However simple an idea is, if put across better it can surely 'turn into something beautiful'.

Happened to watch the video of 'In my place' today. Again an example of how the band is gaining popularity. Just watching the mellowed Whiteness in the room is so appealing. Clouds walking through the crack of your door, occupying the space, feeling the emptiness with sheer love. The pain in the voice singing 'Crossed lines that I shouldn't have crossed' is as shrilling as the noise of a hammering nail. Something scratching against your window but you like it for the pain it imparts in the evening orange. 'Come back and sing it to me' is what your heart will sing out when the music pauses just before the lines start.

X & Y, is another master-piece, literally. You will say its very painful. Yes it is but the desperation to stop the ticking bomb exploding is evident in the wordings and approach for it is AWESOME. Music again wins hands down. You will have the same feeling of 'Vertigo from U2' just that it wont be as loud. A perfect song on a Sunday morning with nothing but your bike to accompany you. Ok, thanks for reminding me again that I don't have one. :)

Every song gives a feeling of floating in the pool when the rains falling in your eyes. Something like poking ray on a Saturday afternoon, straight through the drapes on the window. I am sure that with every dropping second the fan following of this band is growing leaps and 'Ka-chings'. But they deserve every penny of a sensitive fella on the street. Complete 'Paisa-Vasool'.

PS: Watch the video of 'Don't Panic'.

From the movie...

Movie Name: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Words: Sand is overrated.It's just tiny little rocks.

Richard Bach in ILLUSIONS

There is no such thing as a problem without a gift for you in its hands.
You seek problems because you need their gifts.

A Fight Within..

I am fighting with myself, fighting for you.
Fighting the dark clouds surrounding my mind.

I am fighting myself, fighting for dreams.
Fighting the fight till my end.

I am fighting with myself, fighting for peace.
Fighting the wind that toppled the king's empire.

I am fighting with time, fighting to win myself back.
I feel like a soldier pulled in a battle to be killed.

I am fighting your words deep in my head.
For they go deeper than the core.

I fight the dark shadows in my dreams.
Its evil to keep up this fight.

Your smile reflect the smiles in my thoughts.
I fight them in the dark room of being me.

I fight the fight that we fought.
I am tired of it all, staring back within.

Sprinkled orange...

Beautiful morning besides the sea. Colored orange
dancing towards the shore, like a child after a long trip.
Murky aroma on a beautiful morning, a distant dream.
Rediscovering the discovered of a beautiful morning.

Rocky mountains guarding the beauty, for the eyes of
beholder. Just for the moments, special ones.
Reading the dancing steps of your kid when she looks
into your eyes through the maze of early morning.

The soothing touch of warm breeze, as you taste
salt on your lover’s arms. Tracing the starry night
you welcome the morning, so carefree.
This is surely the journey you so wished for.

Watching the eyes fight the morning rays, quivering.
Smiling as you hold arms, making the hearts beat.
Dreaming dreams with open eyes, beholding tightly.
This is the perfect morning for lives to come.

My dear blog

I have been travelling at a break neck speed in this journey of life. Occupied, ripped, delighted, cared for, loved, hated and more of that. I guess that's how everyone transits through this planet. Its nothing unique or something I can/ should boast about. However, I realised that everything has taken a toll on my writing. It suffered a lot, my bad (I learned this phrase from a dear friend and liked it).

I will henceforth try and visit my blog daily and provide it the nourishment it needs. Love the blank pages held in my hand for they have so much to offer, so much to explore.

Black Lights and you.

Unspoken words paint the ceiling blue.
Desire of holding you close drives the move.
Losing patience, counting breaths, shallower!!!

Yesterday was just another day, another fight.
Something that dragged you out of sight.
Fears of losing the dropping sand, forever!!!

Painted dreams, fading reality as you walk out.
All that makes my day is you, without a doubt.
Running the miles to be with you, happy murmur!!!

Setting Sun painting the waves orange and the horizon.
Giving up their identity to be together, one.
Listening to the tunes of the songs, tapping my feet. Gripper!!!

Dancing fingers, exploring through the black light. Killing
the distance as I pull you closer. For I longed my existence.
For you I have travelled nights, wanting to make this real!!!

Wet wrinkles...

Comforting the clouds, as they turn grey

another morning with hazy dreams in mind

Sharing smiles around the corner, as I walk

out of bedroom with beautiful frames.

Catching time, dropping rains, sinking rhythms

soaking clothes, wet wrinkles on your beautiful fingers.

Closed boundaries on the corner of your eyes

as you search for me on the bed's linen.

Engraved love on your shoulder, red.

Goose bumps as I touch your tender skin.

Smiles take my breath away on those special occasions.

Laughter coating the moments sweet, memoirs.

Dawns spent in your company, are colorful rainbows.

Bulging heartbeats, losing breath, fighting survival.

Blaming the sun rays as they would steal you away

coz I want you to stay. You are mine, only mine.

Creeping jealousy as wind dares touch you

but then love the way your hair curl to its tunes.

Trusting instincts as I hold you close, shopping moments

as eyes stare at my moves, to hold you closer, for ever.

only good is bad

In a small village there lived a saint. He earned a reputation of being good even to the bad ones. People respected him for his patience and sanity.

Once a wealthy man of the village invited the saint for a meal. Reluctant earlier, the saint had a desire to indulge in sweet taste. He told the rich man that he would pay a visit only if served sweet food to which the rich man agreed.

The day arrived. The saint smiled and started his journey towards the home of the rich man. On knocking his door he was welcomed with a sweet smile and this delighted the saint. As he washed his hands his meal was served and he started consuming the first round of delicacies. He finished the first serve in a matter of few minutes and was instantly offered some more. He enjoyed the second serve with a smile and thought why he had refrained himself from this for so long. At the end of the fifth serve he ordered the rich man to stop making sweets for him but managed to eat the sixth time.

The saint was found dead in his hut the next day for overconsumption of sugar.

Lesson: Too much of anything is bad, even good. Only when you taste bitterwill you respect sweet.

Excerpts from the book Illusions by Richard Bach

The simplest questions are the most profound. Where were you born? Where is your home? Where are you going? What are you doing? Think about these once in a while, and watch your answers change.

The Last Dream!!!

Walking the empty path
I see a Goblin, staring back at me.
It smiles for I had none
pitiful it offered me some

I had a life, cannot be left behind
Though for the stars it’s over
it’s what I live for,
For even a dark cloud has a shining ray.

It walks me into a distance
where all my thoughts are alive.
My arms stretch to touch yours,
the feeling I could die for.

Forgetting the past, I start living.
For you were with me, on the edge
hiding all the bruises behind the shadows
We gather pace, forever!!

But there was no Goblin,
No ones hand to clinch!!!
It was just another night,
and just another dream.

Moon in the dark

The moon drifted tonight
for it was red, with anger.
It had clouds all over
to hide its true face.

When I got closer, it jerked.
Giving a look that was stern.
I gathered patience to look back
for even I was a simple being.

I asked the moon "How it was?"
It looked, ignored and went away.
Today was just the third night
but then how come it was 15th?

Land beyond!!!

Its just another day, in the small town of Re. The town merged with happiness and cheerfulness of yesterday's victory over Ramogh, was deep asleep. Every soul was dreaming of the bigger years ahead.

The gripping fingers of Tad were examining the rough surface of the wooden stick in his hand. He was among those people who wanted to breathe in the morning myst of victory. His eyes stared in distance and revisited his childhood when he used to run like a free soul. He got up and started walking, lost in thoughts about his father who had left never to return. His hunger to find his own father died when he realised how it is like to be a father.

He had married the most beautiful girl in 50 villages around and she liked him too. She liked him for he was as patient as a crane and yet very watchful and understanding. He was deeply in love with her eyes, for they reminded him of rains and the unending smiles. She loved his cheerfulness and presence in her world. He had never imagined her to be so beautiful, so sensuous and motherly. Her thoughts of perfect love were re-christined 'Tad'.

They were so passionate about each other's presence that they would walk long distances to exchange a few glances. Watching her walk towards him would give him a new zeal to conquer the world for her. Her shyness and smiles were a perfect mix of seduction and he had only dreamt of the moves she had conquered. Her aroma was so breathtaking that he forgot to breathe in his next one and fainted.

Once when they met on their spot in the jungle, they had a visitor; a 6 feet jackal waiting for its young prey. He attacked Tad, but Tad's fighting skills came into play before even he came to know. His muscular arm was bruised in the fight but he had managed to keep the jackal away from his love. The jackal ran away tired and Tad was welcome in the arms for whom he had fought. She took care of him like her child and was so proud of her choice, she cleaned the bruise and felt so much wanted that she cried.

His walk today was of a leader who had won a fight for his motherland. Every woman in the town would have been a proud mother if Tad was her child. He stared in distance over his own hut that had trees all around.

Whispering Mirror!!!

Just passed the alley again
it was waiting for me,
the pick of the day was there,
It was a mirror in the alley.

I was eager to peep in the reflection
of time, of life and of the alley
Had time spelled a spell on me
difficult to break through or not yet?

Feeling the suffocation of the alley
I starting moving the open canvass
A hand pulled me back from the mirror
it was me, right in my face!!

I wanted to leave and asked for a leave
It rejected like it owned me, it did
But why now, what was in for me?
I gulped down the rising pressure

It blinked, held me tighter, a demon
was about to swallow me, it grew
darker than night and it came out
like a door had opened!!!

It told me, I am you, you from past
you from future and you now
All that has changed is the mirror
or your perception towards me!!!

Shocked, my shoes moved again like
there was no tomorrow, haunted!!!
I looked back and it smiled on me
I loved the gripping experience and the alley!!!

I visited the alley again, for today was new.
I saw nothing, but the crap lying lonely
it floated up and down in the corner
where I had found myself!!!

Home coming!!!

Here I come back again,
though my walk falters
and my fingers tremble
its coming back home

I have walked the empty streets
where words are sold off the shelf
it’s the path that sheds relations
and I longed for your touch

The painting hung on the wall
cries the rivers, fires the peeling color
It sends jitters down my spine
It separates the two worlds

The walk gets tiring as I take a step
the pillars standing are by gone
the fields have gone barren
I wanted this to happen ever long

The wait is over, words dried pasted
Back on the wall, sinking the shades
of pain, agony and fear
Its like coming home!!!

Moonlit

The rags of the sky were resentful
for the night had stolen their moon
The stars wept the night long
for they were left alone

The owls howled, the trees croaked
the wind swept the ground away
As the night entered again, it came
with the birth of a new moon

The rags started loving the moon more
this time for they knew, that once gone
is not forever, once dropped is not
the end of time, but a beginning

The silence was broken, the stars smiled
the wind brought the mighty times
Love was the winner and it won it all
For every winner gets up after a fall

Dreams!!!

His spectacles stared at the Sun
It was long that he had waited
Waited for the train to arrive
It had come, all alone!

He had many dreams wrapped
Tied to the wooden chair
The papers had dispersed
Just like kids, in the evening

His stories written on the wall
Stared back hauntingly
He had forgotten to let them free
Free to be empty again

His eyes blurred as he saw
The train returning all empty
The spectacles touched the ground
Dreams was all he had!!!

Windy Street!!!

He lay on the ground, eyes closed
I had seen him doing the same
His soul was at peace all the time
and he closed his eyes, tightly.
For the fear that he might lose it
for the fear that the moment would be gone
Gone no where, forever!!!

He held himself close, not to lose
himself cause he might have lost enough
enough to count his life on, memoirs.
His hands rocked, to signal the wind
for it belonged to him, as promised
he comes back the next day
and turns the key of wind, life!!!

He smiled today, at whom, for what?
but he was alive, from his grief
for a moment he became happiness.
He was thoughtful, concerned as ever
for he had to start the life once again
he swayed his hands again and so did the wind!!!

The walk, the song and me...

Walking on the freeway, singing a song
the phone rings its you again.
The song skips a line, it wasnt there
or was it, cause I loved it that way!

My eyes are open, watching a dream
there is a part of me thats deep within.
My eyes skip a ray of light
cause you looked into my eyes

The drenched look the cloud had
creases of the lightening unbalancing darkness
The air here is so full of life, the cliff
was the place I belonged to

Looking out of the window is a part of me
looking in deep within, tainted glass reflects
Sunshine is out again for it was never bottled up
cause clouds had a story to tell

Life is so beautiful on the cliff, my cliff!!!

Are you Ready?

'Who am I ?', I asked the originator.

He replied you are a dummy sent on a planet just to play a game called life. You have been granted senses for you have excelled in your earlier performances on other planets. You will have many strings attached to limit your movement viz. relations, testing conditions, etc. They are the hurdles that govern every stage that you live in. You can either escape the hurdles or you can jump over them and win a star in your roll. You have to make choices to make yourself a better player.

I will mend the game so as to make the game tougher at different levels. You will have only one life to make it to the end and as per the choice you make your results would vary. Its just like living in parallel universe. You will meet other robots on the way who will stay with you for sometime of your journey. You can avail some benefits from other players if they opt for it.
The game ends and starts at my orders. You have won earlier levels. Are you ready for the next one?

Push "PLAY" to start.