rajarsh

drops of gloom pour like a train memories of past seizes my brain some broken some tried some smiled some cried my body breaks into an itch i know the feeling ,makes me twitch i am a boy again world is free of pain in my balcony sits a sparrow i stare at her making my eyes narrow seems smaller than she is feathers dripping and apart bit by bit indicates that the rain wont last long sun will shine again into a song blooming into a symphony so yellow forcing the sky to reveal a rainbow bugs and butterflies shall flutter dancing around in a clutter boys jump out to play some with a bat some with clay i look up tying my lace storming out into a race joining the gang in a huddle making sure to jump in every puddle they sing and they shriek in voices loud and creek lightning strikes again lashes out a heavy rain clouds roar out a thunder we retreat in a mode of surrender grey spreads all around i sit with my feet wound look out through the glass this time it is going to last i close my eye...

i just got ahead of my time moving along with just a little more than a dime it all came to a screeching halt my wounds were open and rubbed with salt was immediately stuck with a cruel reality had come too far without any authority the illusion had momentarily seemed true i rejoiced in my ship as a single man crew brightness was all around spread like the air i bathed in the ocean without a worldly care have woken up and the dream is finish however there are enough memories for me to cherish all i can see now is a smoke looming large capturing all my vision like a marshalling sarge faintly recall the contours made from a smile and the light seeping tightly through the almost closed eye my feet feel heavy and i breathe hard the castle i ruled came trumbling like a deck of card i reach hard to look for my stick summoned the leftover strength to do some trick with dust in my eye and clenched fist i try to move dragging me with my own wrist it will never be like it has been in the past bu...

my last vision just before the crash was yellow. not the kinds which may be associated with what chris martin wrote for gwyneth paltrow. it was the colour of the bus which appeared from nowhere and was found to be horizontally placed in front of my car. my last thought was,"this is it?!". just before the bang, time froze. and i rued at how, just like that its all going to end. soon after the crash thankfully i did'nt lose any balance in my head. i almost immediately made sure that everyone in the car was unhurt and fine and after that everything seemed to go by in a jiffy. the hospitals and the ambulance and the x-rays and the m.r.i and doctors and concerned relatives. while all this went happening around me, i was shocked to be alive after it all and on top of it, unscratched. well more or less. and whatever little injuries that were sustained were actually a bare minimum there could have been considering it was a head-on collison, the kinds shown in movies and my car (i...

there was a time of obscurity and vagueness and was unkind inspite of the best efforts i could only drag my mind to move to a destination that was not in sight the journey to it seemed unconquered inspite of all might the moon shone so bright that the sky appeared starless all night alone with only my shadow for company i treaded in the sparkling moonlight to go by in circles of endless circumferences engulfed with memories and thoughts of interferences there is a tear somewhere in my soul the hot wind is breezing through that hole with pride and my head held high i take shaking steps with moisture in my eye abandoned by the world at last i am banished with feelings only of my past again that time is upon me here infact it never went anywhere

as we go on living, we are constantly discovering ourselves. knowingly or otherwise, everything we do seems to reveal more and more of us to ourselves. and in this process whoever we come along, serves as a tool in the self disocvery. how we get along with people and in different scenarios is the test that is instrumental in our definition of ourselves. in this sense every relationship, every encounter howsoever brief or elaborate is a reflection of our own selves. for example if we make someone laugh, we feel great ourselves. it gives immense satisfaction. we feel that we achieved something by doing something to the other person. now if we are sorry about somnething else then it means that we are dissapointed in our own selves. also if others are dissapointed in us then we feel terrible for causing that to them. and we need to correct it. so everything that we do is eventually affecting us only. because the others are just a medium through which we test these feelings. we essentially ...

for me solitude differs from lonliness in as much as there seems to be a certain romance involved with solitude. i cant say how it differs in terms of its definition. havent even checked the dictionary to see their respective meanings. however how i percieve it is being summarised in the following attempt to where i see it exist. it is in the fluttering of a flag it is the sound of the wind in the sand it is in the glory of a past success it is an attempt to overcome a loss it is a crucified GOD on the cross it is in the crashing of a wave into the cliff it is in the coldness of a lover's tiff it is the depth of a still river it is the lightning at night it is in the sparlkle of the sun's bright it is the vaccum of the sky it is in the introspection of a hard try it is colour of the fire it is in the weight of desire it is the courage of a widow it is the butterfly in the meadow it is the unpublished words of an author it is the symphony of flowing water it is in the dreams of ...

often i have noticed that how close two people are depends on the consonance of their views on other people. thats funny i think. when we talk or have a conversation it invariably revolves about people who arent there and quite so often about people that none of us know persoanally. for example sports persons. politicians, actors, etc etc. and we all see to have insights about them. the source of our views are generally, for example in cases of actors, their performances, their interviews and the various stories about them in circulations every where. on the basis of these we think we know them as a person and thus brand them as to be like"that". whats the need for such assumption? and why do we so often think we know people and are almost obsessed to categorise them? we so often meet people and then in our heads assess them and make a judgement about them. and it doesnt stop there. we prononce that of them to other people and so many times affect the individual assessment of...