Here it is!!!!

Vile snake has bitten me…

 

Sailing alone

Dark wet cold nights

Glaring hot days

There is always help I could avail

If I so intended

But this is a trip I took on my whim

I cannot ask more of anyone

 

What have I got to lose?

I do not have anything

Now that I am thinking hard

I remember something I could possess

Love

Love and support for my baby I have left safely on the shore behind

 

Now, is it worth returning from this adventure?

To provide something not valued high in this world

Maybe by the recipient

Maybe not

With the love I give comes attachment to this world

I abhor the fruits of worldly attachments

 

Or, do I really?

I started this journey to find a treasure island

That I could share with my baby

I made sure she was safe

Risked my life to get treasure to her

 

Somewhere along the journey

I lost myself

Forgot the cause

Drifted away in unmapped zone

So worried of losing

I act like I am beyond worldly pleasures

 

I am not

 

I don’t want to be

 

I am going to go beyond the horizon

I am sure to find the treasure I set out to find

I will load all that I can

I will take it back to my child

And spend the rest of my life in peace.

No doubt in getting the treasure

 

Now, the question that remains is

Will she be there when I return?

 

Maybe she might have given up on me.

She could have gone her own way

Forgotten me

But, one day, I am sure

Her grace will arrive

And she will hug me with open hearts

I might be her inspiration

Or a bitter lesson

That will be answered in time

 

Decision to reach for horizon remains mine alone

 

Based on the wisdom I have been blessed with.

 

 

 

 

 Entry to writer’s island http://writersisland.wordpress.com/2008/01/05/prompt-over-the-horizon/

Remember the first day you realized you are ‘leading’ your life? Did anything different come out of that consciousness? Did the fact your days are numbered bring any significant change? Are we too young to make notable differences in lifestyle based on impending death? If that is so, why are many worried about aging? If life is just a string of random events, why are we so emotional about every little thing that we control without looking at the bigger picture?

In the end, the very end, will I be more critical about the time and energy I spent with the people who love me or the position I retired from? By God, I hope to have sense in the new year and rest of my life, to decide the right path that will give me the satisfaction of doing things the right way (to me) and the courage and faith to follow it.

I wish peace and contentment stem from within you and give hope and faith to reach what your heart really does desire, if you can make any sense of it

Tons of Love!

What I am today, is what I dreamt I wanted to be. There have been times I was pretty jobless and day-dreaming was my full-time job. I think dreaming is a precious process of focusing on self-analysis. It is the time when you are not actually BUSY with other stuff. I talk loudly when I dream, so my husband says. Now, that stops me from cheating on him, no, just kidding

There have been n number of times, n tending to 100, I dream something and it happens in real life and it feels like a dejavu. I don’t like to be in that kind of situations though, because I can usually predict what the outcome is going to be in real-life because I have seen it happen to the minutest details in my dreams. My Hindi teacher, Mr. Nagarajan, denied its possibility stating the fact that we all dream in Black & White. I don’t think it applies to me though, since I am divine, you know.

I believe if you want something so badly, all that you need to do is to keep dreaming about it VIGOROUSLY. Ha ha ah …now you know why I am a lazy bum Hey, but seriously, maybe Sir Isaac Newton was indeed dreaming in his nap below an apple tree that he was going to become a SIR , when the apple hit him and gifted his dream to come true:)

Laughs apart, dream ,dream, dream…..

dream, dream, dream

 

 

My entry to Writer’s island http://writersisland.wordpress.com/2007/11/20/writers-link-the-dream/

I heard in a tamil movie trailor "Love can hapen at first sight or even without seeing the other person. Friendship on the other hand, requires to see, interact, and takes quite some time to bloom." Can’t agree more. Sometimes, I do get confused between friendship and feelings of sympathy. Do any of you get into this?

Stronger friendships are the ones that withstand the test of time and life events. These are the ones that bring a smile to you when you recall the warmth shared years ago, even if that friend is not nearby. Or not even a friend anymore. I think that is also a mark of true friendship, that you love that friend of yours even if the feling is not mutual.

In a friend’s house I read this - Every friendship starts with a decision to BE a friend, not to HAVE a friend. We all know how true it is.

There is another one I absolutely adore: Friends are like good books, you don’t hold them at all times, but know where to find it when you need it. Most of my friends fall into this category. They don’t require me to call/email/chat with them often. But we know we are there for one another. As said in my previous post on Chak De, I am blessed in HR

 

Entry to Writer’s Island: http://writersisland.wordpress.com/2007/11/10/prompt-friendship/

Hot, humid,salty

scalp that is wet and shiny

skin is glowing with the tan

body is slim due to all the running behind public bus

In the bus-stand,

there is a boiled peanut vendor,

you can add purply crisp pungent onions,

finely chopped red tomatoes,

green chillies and corriander for extra,

and enjoy the lengthy wait for a green bus to show.

Due to peanuts,

you tend to forgive the crowds,

and learn to wait longer, happier.

Zen-like.

I love Madras!

I miss Madras!

 

 

Entry to ‘Optional Prompts’

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Every breath taken is work done

The moment you realize it, that becomes laborious

Unaware - it brings life to you

Aware and controlled - enlightenment

Aware and uncontrolled breathing leads to stress.

Same applies to all WORK

we all do it all the time, as a mom, friend, daughter, sister.

The instant you think of it as a task

the beauty and charm goes away.

All that remains is a low-level job.

 

Entry to http://totallyoptionalprompts.blogspot.com/

I am possessed all the time.

Sometimes by the full moon and other times by the sliver

There have been numerous occasions when I keep staring at the beautiful from my living.

Have opened the blinds in my bedroom at night so I can look at it while all are sleeping in peace

Haunted peacefully, and it gives such a calm

Let’s me go over my blessings and discount misgivings.

Makes me take a higher ground and forgive others just so I can feel happy

This haunting moon clears my head of all disorganized thoughts

Makes my brain like a still-lotus-pond

Can’t seem to get enough of it

Staying awake all night, sometimes with caffeine and other times with a book, feeling the rays permeate me, takes me to a different place.

I am fixated on you sweet moon.

Being a Cancer no less.

I did touch your rock at NASA

Each time I think of your not so perfect but wholesomeness, I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

I have come on earth to leave,

There is just one more thing as sure; I am love-struck on you, MOON, or should I say MOON-STRUCK!!!

p.s: My better half goes as ‘Moon’ey just by chance !!!

 

 

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