Blue!

She sat wearing a gloomy expression. Her eyes were small and red like two cherries artistically embedded on her face. The tears slowly made their way gently kissing her cheek as they rolled down. She stared into the space. Her head was tilted slighty towards the ground as if hiding her tears from the Gods! She made criss-cross lines on the sheet that lay before her. Sitting silently she tried answering the questions that the tears asked her. Emptiness befriended her-it had always been her kindest companion. She wondered if it would ever end. She sighed!

Today she still searches. Now, however her tears have dried out. Her large almond eyes absorb the world. The kohl black eyes guarded by long lashes like blades of swords still stare into the space at times. Emptiness still accompanies her, the only difference being that she has accepted this. Her loyalties are to the loneliness in her soul. She is not strong, she is not satisfied. She is just adapting, learning to be weak, learning to accept the incompleteness in her life!

You fill up my senses!!

Beautiful song, made me blog it down!

You fill up my senses
like a night in the forest
like the mountains in springtime,
like a walk in the rain
like a storm in the desert,
like a sleepy blue ocean
you fill up my senses, come fill me again.
Come let me love you,
let me give my life to you
let me drown in your laughter,
let me die in your arms
let me lay down beside you,
let me always be with you
come let me love you, come love me again.
You fill up my senses
like a night in the forest
like the mountains in springtime,
like a walk in the rain
like a storm in the desert,
like a sleepy blue ocean
you fill up my senses,
come fill me again.

Marriges are made in Heaven!

Marriges are made in Heaven, the wedding planners though are totally Earthy! As a child the only thing that marriges reminded me of was food(though today also they do!!). Now, however, I have realised that a marrige is a very deep emotional bond between two people. What I fail to understand is why do Indian marriges convert this pure feeling to a "See how much money I have" exhibition!!!

Maybe it's just that I dont understand the value of it, but as of now I think Indian marriges are nothing but a pompous display of exccesive extravaganza of something that does not even exist! What is a marrige? A get-together of loved ones, a way to share your happiness, or a couple of hours of listening to chants(which one does'nt even intend to understand!!)

The very picture of a marrige makes me feel totally fake! A row(a large one!!) of women, all dressed like queens of nowhere, hidden under layers of jewellry, covered in jazzy clothing and each eyeing what the other is wearing! More than half the "cast", as they would call it, is there to attend the marrige. People you have never meet before and will never meet again have come to "share the happiness"(really??)!! Is all that required? Can we not have only people who actually mean something? The chants ofcourse go on for a while(quite a while actually!!) I am doubtful if the bride and the bridegroom are even listening to what is goin on. I also doubt if the "brahamin" is interested in what he is saying! What kind of a commitement is this? Does doing all this make any sense? Can such a deep commitment be made with a third person praying for you?

I am not saying all this is wrong, maybe the way I percieve it is wrong!! All I need is a reason to believe in what I do!! I dont see any sense in converting a marrige to an exhibition! Life, however is a game that different people play with different rules!!

Untamed.

There is an ocean in me. The waves hit hard against the rocks as if searching for something in deep hysteria of uncertainity. These untamed waves roar and reach out to touch the skies only to be subdued in the silent depths of the ocean! Many a cruel winds slap their faces to push them hard down to the surface. The agony, however, does not die. The waves rise again with the same anger and follow their quest to find the answers. The answers they cannot find in the dark blacks of the ocean. This outburst is not to die out. It has a long way to go. Along journey to fulfill!