The Week After....

You wake up with a strange taste in your mouth
Empty bottles outside with rested tempest inside

You've been transported somehow

Spilled ash marks your track
You get up with a busy head, trying to make sense
Silence follows...then a smile...then silence.

The next day you wash it off
You go out to get fresh air into your lungs
To get fresh sights into your head
You bump into smiles and confusion, again.

For days, rain follows you wherever you go
And so does a confused smile.
You love rain
And you cherish the smile.

It comes and goes
As and when it pleases itself
Slowly dissolving into time

Aren't you glad you have a bad memory?
Aren't you glad you'll soon be forgetting everything?
Aren't you glad your conscience is clear?

Then, how come you're not smiling anymore?

Soulmate...

"People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master..."


*Eat,Pray,Love.

Q & A

Q. Love, do we find it or does it find us?

A. It finds us.

Q. What do you do when it does?

A. You duck and run.

I Hate Love.

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love”.

- Neil Gaiman

A paradise lost...a paradise that once was.

As the world welcomed the birth of a new year.....a beautiful home, that once was, was up in flames....and no force could stop the havoc...till it was all over.

An era of a lifetime of happiness, sorrow, grief, celebrations.....
Memories of childhood, of youth....Of birth, of life, of death...
The woman's home, The man's kingdom, The kid's playground....

What I wouldn't give up...
To wake up in the morning and know it was just a nightmare.
What I wouldn't give up....
To hold the hands of those who suffer the heart wrenching grief...

The shattered dreams of a father,
The broken heart of a mother,
The devastated sons...
The ravaged kin.

The phoenix shall rise again from the ashes.

Hey!

Let's make this one count.

Adios My Friend....

End of an Year...End of an Era.