Wednesday, November 4, 2009

I Miss you



Though we are under the same sky,
Seems aeons went speeding by.

Every time you have to go,
Makes me want ever more.
Of the craziness that pervades us,
I miss you,
being just Us!

Of excitement that,
the rush it creates,
The Hope that I have,
for Long,
Now I lived in.

Sometimes I wonder,
If there's an end,
would not be able to bear,
the prick of this pin.


Friday, March 6, 2009

relationships

The heart of one person moves another's.- Daisaku Ikeda

Our interaction with others mirros the inner realm of our own lives. It is here that our lack of wisdom or compassion is starkly revealed. It is here that arrogance and cowardice are glaringly exposed. For these reasons, it's often easier to avoid interaction with others rather than trigger these less desirable sides of our character.
We can quit or job or dump a love interest just so many times before we find ourselves gradually becoming chronically unemployed and terminally lonely. Avoiding the problems of human interaction is to succumb to more negative influences. It is to allow ourselves to wallow in the muck and mire of our own lesser self. And that's not happiness.
There is a great line from the movie As Good As It Gets starring Helen Hunt and Jack Nicholson that says it best.
Nicholson plays a self-absorbed curmudgeon who has unexpectedly fallen for the younger Hunt. They find themselves on a date, of sorts, in a nice restaurant in Baltimore. She finaaly demands in exasperation that he stop talking about hinself and say something complimentary to her or she's going to walk out of his life. This is his one shot at touching her heart. But again he begins talking about his problems, his way of life, his priorities. he gets up to leave when finally he says, "You make me want to be a better man." At first she hears only that it's something else about him. But then realizes the compliment. She has become important enough to him for him to want to change himself for the better in order to keep her.
Relationships that matter enough for us to wish to become better people are a crucible for inner transformation, lasting happiness and the cornerstone of world peace.
-Gaudioso & Martin.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Bücher


And, 
I  got this cheap, so well, 
And, 
I love the intoxication ,
Of the pages,  how they smell 

Oh, did I mention my eyes swell'
Spiralling downward in the optimistic well,

I reminisce the times, 
I read this in my cell. . .  

Thursday, January 29, 2009

The Pregnatress of ...


A pregnatress, so it seems gifted too, in my keds, a satisfied new role assumer, as if in a spell, in this swivel chair, with a beer after which the Martini looking pretty with the aquamarine shining...

A flirtatious aroma was smelt all over, and with some one that now I was consciously over with... again reminiscing about the past spent. Sitting across, there were pleasantries being exchanged, the medium - the eyes.

No, its not a melodrama but, suddenly, there is someone who dared to poke me with his fingers, agitating me to the core, needless to mention how the male species though drooling over you and unimaginable what they would have imagined with you, are without their spines...

I retaliate, and then it raises a war, or at least so, a mayhem, luckily, and I run... for my life... for the life about to be seperated from me... with what mind set will the life be born? Unable to keep the stress at bay, there is a blessing in disguise, I run into a house of a friend, wanting to hide, and I do have my army of girls, may be we are linked, by blood, by water... I dont know....

And I hide, in this damp, cold, dark and dingy house...
The pink phone is ringing, asking me about my whereabouts... I m speechless...
How could I hide a truth within me and a reality which is too true to believe... What will I say to those who gave life to me?

Facing the pre natal blues, for a couple of reasons so clear for me to see and solve, this one takes the privilege of being at the top... I find solace in the bathroom, in a corner, with a plethora of ways to hide and not be known...

It affected me and was killing my baby...

No, I am not delusional, but of still a state unable to get a grip on, I chose not staying engulfed in it, doesn't seem possible... But I am not sure if I still want it back and accurately what parts, after I take a leak, both from and of - my dream.