Life is change,
and everything moves on
leaving behind a trail of memories.
Like the lilac, orange colors
steaking the evening sky,
its beauty more poignant,
as the colors fade away.
The twilight hour brings with it
gathering shadows,solitude
the knowledge, that one is always alone
The star studded sky
is a reminder,
that the show goes on.
One just needs,
to be alive to every moment.
The sunsets long gone
warm the heart
with its beauty and its silent promise,
of a new begining.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Reaching for the stars
He walks through the door,
shoulders back, bracing himself for
the fresh start, he's about to make.
A curious mixture of vulnerabily and defiance,
15 going on 21,
My heart goes out to him.
it's time to step back,
and watch him go
towards the doorway called life.
A voyage of discovery,
that'll help him grow,
and reach for the stars,
that beckon to him.
shoulders back, bracing himself for
the fresh start, he's about to make.
A curious mixture of vulnerabily and defiance,
15 going on 21,
My heart goes out to him.
it's time to step back,
and watch him go
towards the doorway called life.
A voyage of discovery,
that'll help him grow,
and reach for the stars,
that beckon to him.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Dream on...
I'd like to live through a month of sundays,lazy,relaxed,uninterrupted, slouching on the bean bag ,a book in hand,oblivious to everything around me.
Or sit on a craggy peak and watch the world beneath my feet, soaking in the exhilarating quietness.The cool breeze and bird calls my only companions.
Or burrow my feet into cool sand and watch the vibrant sunset. The rhythm of the waves is a lullabye, darkness cloaks me, the night sky lights up with a thousand stars.
I like my dreams.. they carry me away for a while and I come back refreshed,ready to take on anything, anywhere, anytime.
Or sit on a craggy peak and watch the world beneath my feet, soaking in the exhilarating quietness.The cool breeze and bird calls my only companions.
Or burrow my feet into cool sand and watch the vibrant sunset. The rhythm of the waves is a lullabye, darkness cloaks me, the night sky lights up with a thousand stars.
I like my dreams.. they carry me away for a while and I come back refreshed,ready to take on anything, anywhere, anytime.
Monday, June 05, 2006
Monsoon Echoes
The Monsoons are my favorite season. Rainbow puddles and the scent of damp earth bring out the child in me. I love the brown, bare branches turning to green, colorful umbrellas jostling each other, the succulent corn with its tangy lemon masala.
I can spend afternoons watching the rain lash across the window panes, dreaming my dreams, as the world around me turns blurry.The monsoon colors from the darkest grey to the brightest green, gladden my heart. The new green leaves and the rain washed roads look so bright and new. This promise of new beginings finds an echo in my heart.
I can spend afternoons watching the rain lash across the window panes, dreaming my dreams, as the world around me turns blurry.The monsoon colors from the darkest grey to the brightest green, gladden my heart. The new green leaves and the rain washed roads look so bright and new. This promise of new beginings finds an echo in my heart.
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