Sunday, November 22, 2009

Why home sounds like a good idea :)

I had a nice dream. Nothing about the life I lived. Nothing about what I wanted to dream about. Nothing about home. I wished I could recall and write about it once I got up but it was so good I wanted to sleep and continue my dream, amidst the silent morning and the cold weather. It's been days when I really saw the sun coming out but I'm not complaining. Year end always feels like this. Always cold and lazy. Nice and cosy. If only I had a mug filled with hot chocolate, life would be enough for me now. It would be perfect. I resolved not to go home this time when the good opportunity came, knocking at my door. Or rather effortlessly. But my mind was weak, early in the morning so I agreed to this weak self. (btw, who can say no to home really?)

My point is, there will be a few times in your life when all your instincts will tell you to do something, something that defies logic, upsets your plans, and may even seem crazy to others. When that happens, you do it. Listen to your instincts and ignore everything else. Ignore logic, ignore the odds, ignore the complications, and just go for it.

Meanwhile, I'm a fickle cow. And I don't mind :)

...on the other hand, I can't trust myself with God given time. Hargh.


Have a great hour/day/weekend/week/month or just all year round. Whatever you choose today, you deserve it :D

r_L

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

# Poetry




Mirage.

I may be the self
I’ll never be
I may be the self
You’ll never see
It seems like this side I’ve been living-
is a lie,
is a lie.

What are we
fool for love;
When what is said, a pure dust
When all we’ve done is lust, unjust
Yet to claim, we have loved enough?

What have I
again, forgotten
to doubt such
Compassion; the
unimaginable You?
To have lived
a life once loved
but to let go-
Damned, if I do.

Longing to heal
The wound unknown
Have I become a selfless being?
Yet to love, the self once torn
God is indeed, a gentle King.

What am I now
hoping
You’d see the self I’ve become;
believing
You’d be the self
I’d never seen;
For this side I’ve been keeping from myself-
is alive,
is alive.


r_L