A harbour in the tempest...

You say you'll give me
Eyes in a moon of blindness
A river in a time of dryness
A harbour in the tempest
But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you...

U2

I will never be twenty again, we will never have this night again. You will never look the same again and we will never laugh like this again. So carefree, so childlike. I will never wear this dress again and you won't say the same thing again. Things will change, and they should. We will become different people and we will grow. Together or apart.

I think love has little to do with not being able to live without each other,but with being able to live apart. I think love seeps into our souls, into our bones, in our blood. My body will recognise your touch. And yours, mine. I love your shoulders.

Its a holy, sacred thing.

It might sour, might fade, might turn nasty. It may hurt me and you. A lot of bad blood.We may tear each other apart.

It may on the other hand, never die. We may search and find everlasting devotion.Stumble upon it. The sort of love that shines through the wrinkles, the petty fights, the lonely times,the miles of laundry. We might be so lucky as to be our first and only love.

I don't know the ending, and I'm not sure of where we started on this path, but I DO know that with a journey as beautiful as this, its not the ending that matters. What matters is that I have you, and you have me. And this beautiful journey.

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If falling from a low place 

would hurt as much 

as from a place thats high,

May I love with all my heart 

and take risks, rather than

Let life, scared, pass me by. 

If loving you can lead to hurt,

and endless nights alone in tears

May I love you with all my heart, 

May love dispel my fears. 

If loving you can fill me with longing

Numb my mind with this pain,

May I love you like this forever,

What the heck, I'll do it again! 

Its better to have loved and lost

than to not have loved at all,

(If I had) to choose between love and risk,

From a high place, I'd rather fall. 

23 May 2009

(Inspired by "by the river piedra i sat down and wept" , paulo coelho )

Whenever I listen to this song by Shakira, I realise that it has, in a very personal way, the most perfect lyrics. I love Coldplay, but seriously, not all their songs CAN be understood. Point in example.."speed of sound"... first time I listened to it I was like "Huh? Birds?!" ... Not to digress, these are "the most perfect lyrics" (in a very personal way!)

"So I find a reason to shave my legs

Each single morning

So I count on someone on Friday nights

To take me dancing and then

To church on Sundays

To plant more dreams

And someday think of kids

Or maybe just to save a little money

....My real life has just begun

Cause there's nothing like your smile made of sun

"So I learned to cook and finally lose

My kitchen phobia

And so I got the arms to cuddle in

When there's a ghost or a muse

That brings insomnia

To buy more thongs

And write more happy songs

It always takes a little help from someone

...Nothing like your love"

egad! grey hair!

Turning a year older doesn't necessarily imply turning wiser.
Happy Twenty To ME!

I read about some air hostess allegedly killing herself for not being allowed to smoke and the first thing I read is her age. TWENTY. yikes !
I've hardly done any of the things on my "Things-to-do-before-I-Pop-Off" and people my age are killing themselves off.

"Stop talking about love. Every asshole in the world says he loves somebody. It means nothing. It still doesn't mean anything. What you feel only matters to you. It's what you do to the people you say you love, that's what matters. It's the only thing that counts. "

A remarkable dialogue from the movie - The Last Kiss
Very true too.

Its a monthly thing now!

Egad! My poor blog... What started as a tumultuous love affair has now petered down to a monthly thing! Once a month I come here, try to write something, suck at it, and so just put up the lyrics of whatever song I'm listening to at that time, more often than not Coldplay! And that's my monthly entry. Its just that an all-important examination is due in a short while , (though by the time I actually spend studying for it, you'd be fooled! ), and thus poor bloggie, I hardly get to write to you... (though actually, ON is more appropriate!)..
This time of the year is especially wonderful.. makes me want to write something with chalk on the sidewalk.. draw up something... its very pleasant, the apology of a winter that we have, which I believe has also gone. But the horrible heat is yet to begun.. yes, unless you LOVE the Mumbai monsoon, I think this would be the IDEAL time to visit.. i mean there's absolutely none of the famed "humidity"... I think last year this time I was writing about the sunlight... I dont know what it is, but February is the month that I really NOTICE the sunlight... I know its there all the other months as well, but theres a magical quality to it in February... its not too harsh, and just enough to make me want to turn my face up and brush a wayward strand of hair out of my eyes and really SMILE at the sun! And today after about a week I washed before five in the evening and went out, and the sunlight was so beautiful I took this picture... oh I also ESPECIALLY love the way sunlight filters through the leaves... its so pretty and romantic ... its almost like a meg ryan movie! :D

since its Jan!

They are turning my head out..

Its been so long since I wrote anything, its been horribly LONG since I even visited my OWN blog... but alas, such is life.
The year is almost over, and if I had the time or the inclination to, I would have pondered over every thing that happened this year.. but for the FIRST time I actually can describe something in ONE word... and the word I would use to describe this year would be EVENTFUL....I mean it was a constant rollllller coaster ... really.

"They are turning my head out
To see what I'm all about
Keeping my head down
To see what it feels like now
But I have no doubt
One day the sun will come out"

Coldplay again... !
I LOVE Coldplay and their music... plagiarism cases be damned.

Every river that I tried to cross....

How is it that Coldplay ALWAYS knows what to say? ! :)













"Just because I'm losing
Doesn't mean I'm lost
Doesn't mean I'll stop
Doesn't mean I'm in a cross

Just because I'm hurting
Doesn't mean I'm hurt
Doesn't mean I didn't get what I deserved
No better and no worse.."

There was a time when I had loads of solitude, and really to be honest, I love being alone. I love writing (like this), putting on a lovely tracklist and singing along, or watching the stars, sometimes reading re-read books, or watching something feel-good like "Gilmore girls".. really, walking alone around places I know, or even just sitting at churchgate sipping coffee watching the trains...
I have recently taken to re-reading the most inspirational book of my life, ie "By The River Piedra I Sat Down And Wept" (Paulo Coelho). You know, I know its not really SUCH a great book, and there are parts I don't really understand, but its a book about opening yourself to love, to taking chances and risks. I read the book last November and what has followed has been exceptionally wonderful.
So recently I chanced upon it at a book store and I did what I LOVE to do... buying a favourite book! One of my most cherished dreams is to buy up all the books I loved. (Costly dream though! ) And RE-read them! (ok, I know Mr. Cute Guy thinks "NERD ALERT!") :D

There is probably nothing more sacred than having a dream, an aim in your life. However mundane and everyday it may seem. It may be the same dream as a hundred million people, but really, to work towards something, I think thats what life is all about. To be on a constant journey of learning to live, to love and to fulfill your dreams. Maybe our dreams take us to places we've not anticipated. Sometimes we have a lot to discover and a lot to travel till we can rest, and sometimes our dreams overtake us, such that without them, we find that we are LOST....

You are my dream and my journey. The manifestation of all my desires is to spend a day with you. To laugh at silly things you'd say, and to listen intently to any wise words. To play with your fingers and to see my happiness in your eyes. This is my heaven and also, my hell, MY road to Santiago. My journey and my destination.


“....But there is suffering in life, and there are defeats. No one can avoid them. But it's better to lose some of the battles in the struggles for your dreams than to be defeated without ever knowing what you're fighting for." Paulo Coelho, By the river...

trouble that can't be named...

have you ever felt so lost? and music seems the only thing that makes sense?
no love no hate and no anything else. the best part of every day is when i can lock myself into my darkened room and look at headlights make patterns on my walls. when i can lie in a soft bed staring at the ceiling wishing for stars. wishing. wishing is a dangerous thing. look at what i wished and how it was granted. if i knew that this would ensue, would i have wished for you. i should hope so, i should wish so.

trouble that can't be named, and tigers waiting to be tamed.