Rose!!!

O Rose! I have been pining for you from distance,
Marveling at you.
Your eyes, your lips, your arm, your hair,
your words, your scars, your naivety.
O Rose! Please help me overcome the thorns,
bred in my imagination.
O Rose! Reveal yourself, Release yourself.
Let me smell your fragrance. Let me free!

Our Journey

All of us strive to figure out the world, our life, our journey.

We get lost along the way, figuring our path in the sands of beach.

We walk, run and crawl through the supposed desert,

Some reach the shores and wet their feet.

Lucky are those who get to dive into the depths of the Ocean.

And there are those who emerge in the Other side.

Blessed or cursed we know not,

At least in the centre lingers no knot.

Writing - Travel Synonymous

Why do people write? To express their thoughts about a particular subject. To weave stories out of their imaginations for pleasure of self and others. To contemplate on random but personally very important things. To communicate.
Does writing on a subject  makes the author an expert on the subject? Or is it necessary that only an expert of the subject has authority on write on a subject?
What makes a person write, sometimes for months and years on end?
Does the author write taking self into consideration from outside or inside?
Why would anyone read some random guy's book or article? What entices the reader? Does he look for a companion or an alternative point of view or perhaps an imaginary friend who transports him/her to distant places with rituals and customs never dreamed of. The plight of a character in a situation, his frustration, his struggle, his revelation, his salvation.

I have been here for sometime now, treading on the beach.
I do not how long I'll be sitting on the shore and build sand castles,
only to see them being washed away by the waves.
They come and go all day, from dawn to dusk, restlessly.
The moonlight peeking its way into the sky in presence of the aging Sun,
the glory withering away slowly.
The pearl subtly gleams in the darkness,
enticing the sea to aspire for its warm glow.
Only to crash down mercilessly on its own belly.
But I do know that there will come a time
when the pearl will dutifully get back into the shell,
as the Ball of Fire rises from the ashes
And bring light upon the world.

My Musings - part 2

I have been meaning to go to gym lately. So, today I brought change of clothes to the office, as there is a well-furnished gym there. But alas, just when the time came to move my ass, the behaviour exhibited by me was classic 'me'. I have always taken decisions for the future only to be altered by me at the time of implementation. I think I am quite a bad decision-maker and I dont quite follow up on my so-called plans.

I have chosen this life and the circumstances faced by me are mostly the reflections of my own previous actions or the lack of it. Why is it that when certain facilities or situations are provided to us we shy away from it and later when we look back we repent the decisions taken then? Have I become a serial procrastinator or have I no interest in the events leading up to the action or have plain loathing towards the activity itself ?
We take a decision based on some factor being sub-consciously aware of its pros and cons. Or is it that we take decisions being attracted by the side-effects rather than the original task at hand.
Lets Analyze;
Activity: Working out in Gym.
Pros: Good for health, better looking, hot babes(rarely)
Cons: Cant get up on time, have a head-ache when its time to work-out(I dont know whether its real or psycho-somatic)

By the look of the length of the sentences etched out by me, I presume that 'I' consider it to be quite a fruit-less task as I could very well be doing some other interesting activities instead of the boring work-out. Ofcourse a hot lady trainer would help but I dont have that much money to hire one. So its better that I sit and watch them on the marvellous 20th century invention internet. Why bother with the reall world, when there is a wonderful cyber world?!!

My post here is as confusing as me. I am not sure what I wanted to say and what I have said. This is why people like me have a wonderful tool called Blog, which only people as confused as me are going to read or better still nobody.

PS: My friends if they read this by mistake, will ask me : "Nee enna dhaan da solla vara..."

My Musing - part 1

I have just created this blog account. I cannot think of anything to write now. But I would do so in the days to come.
I do not know what is worthless or worthy but the main thing is I am going to vent some of the thoughts/feelings inside me in this wonderful platform and I hope this process will make me realize a little more about me and give some insight of the marvelous accident called Life.