A Chronicle Of Dreams

October 31, 2010

Left Behind

You were my everything,

I meant nothing to you.

You smiled at new faces,

reaching over for a firm handshake.

A curt nod of the head

and a frown was all I got.

You spoke and laughed

with the ones you had barely met.

An unwilling hello was all you spared

for each one of my efforts.

You dined and wined

with the best I could see.

As I watched seated

far away from you.

You were everything to me,

I meant nothing to you.

Soon it was time to walk away,

I was the one left behind

to find my own way back,

as has always been the case.

I stood there in the rain,

with tears tumbling down my face.

wondering when all those dreams

had slipped away beyond my grasp.

You were everything to me,

I meant nothing to you.

Adrift

A love so strong

how could it be

so wrong.

You were divine,

meant to be mine.

summer's grace

that was your face.

Flashing meadows,

gushing tides,

your laughter filling up

every site.

Felt you

in my arms,

felt you

in my soul.

A love so strong

how could it be

so wrong.

Come back,

come back from

from the void

you have gone to.

Take me,

take me back

to the time

I was before.

A love so strong

how could it be

so wrong.

October 30, 2010

Riders in India and many parts of Asia use their helmets as fashion accessories. The helmets are found everywhere on the bikes and Scooters as eye candy except the right spot - the head. Given the spate of accidents and their continual rise...

euREKA Moment :

Bravery awards newly constituted by the Helmet Habits Association -

For those monitored rare species of riders who actual never fail to wear their helmets while navigating busy streets and highways.

Bravery Awards by the Pedestrians Safety Forum -

For those hardy and lion hearted walkers who dare to step on pavements and footpaths on the thoroughfares frequented by helmet-less devils in leather.

# 17 Random Musings For The Day

Why do people say 'come down to my place' when they live at a higher longitude and latitude ???

October 27, 2010

The Highway Notes

Standing on the highway,

watching life zoom by,

rushing to destinations

near and afar.

Left alone, left behind,

that was me

Leaning on the doorway,

watching people walk by,

homeward bound

they all are.

Left alone, left behind,

that was me.

Seated by the window,

hearing some one talk,

finding a patient listener

how lucky have they got.

Left alone, left behind,

that was me.

Chatting on the social network,

seeing statements being made,

mutually beneficial exchanges

is the new magic word,

Left alone, left behind,

that was me.

I end the day's notes,

sometimes high, sometimes low,

Pretending that wasn't you,

knowing that was definitely me....

The Outing

They felt that 'maybe she has woken up on the wrong side of the bed'....that would definitely explain her grumpiness and moodiness. Still, they had known her for more than a decade and guessed she was roughing it out. They left her at the food court to finish their shopping, asking her to place their orders .

She watched them go...felt bad for a lingering moment and started to sulk again...thinking sadly, 'wish I could tell you both'. 'Another bitter fight, will it ever end', she asked none in particular. She placed the orders, got the tokens, grabbed a seat and watched the world around as she waited.

All that she saw were happy faces, couples exchanging sweet looks and notes, kids scampering around, families conversing, teens chatting and giggling away.....'What right does the world have to be suffused in light and joy, when gloom surrounded her', she mused fuming.

He hadn't even bothered, nothing new there.....still it hurt ....she was a average girl with normal feelings, wasn't she? Not even a rose or a card, forget gifts...It reminded her of other years, times when others never forgot to wish on even silly days made up by Hallmark .....

As she sipped her cappuccino, she went on flashback mode..."her college days, rose day to be specific, as she watched girls swamped with flowers wondering if she would ever get one. Going home to find a letter from her cousin sister with a yellow rose inside with a note :"The rose you never got, the first rose from my new plant", which brought a smile to her face." Nothing's changed was her thought when a beep from her cell shook her off day dreaming.

" Petals once again, wishes you a happy birthday and hopes you liked the flowers" read the text....She stared ahead and laughed inspite of her self and reread the message. When her friends had first asked her about "her day" a week ago, she had kept quiet. On further prodding, she mentioned cooking for six people and spending the evening being forced to watch old films on telivision. She remembered her sister in law having the grace and decency to get her some flowers and a cake....

She gradually noticed a light tap on her shoulder and looked up to see a surly young teen asking her what her problem was. She blinked in confusion when he went on, "Do we look funny? Why are you staring at us and laughing??". The light bulb light up and she replied meekly, with what she hoped was a friendly smile, a small lie, "I was just laughing over a joke some one passed on, sorry if I offended you " pointing to her cell.... The guy muttered a sad "Oh!! that's okay, my bad" and went off with a disappointed look of one who had missed the golden chance of a mall fight.

'Great, that's all I needed ' she muttered grimly to her friends who had returned and stared after the boy, in shock. She narrated the thrilling story over their lunch . A hearty laugh and a movie later, she was on the way out, back to the grim palace. But as she hugged and kissed her friends goodbye and clutched the belated gift they had given her, she went with a lighter heart, her grumpiness a thing of the past.

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