Forgotten tales..

I have forgotten my past..

Forgotten the lies

Forgotten the truth..

Forgotten the friends turned foes...

Forgotten the true ones too/./...

I have forgotten the daggers disguised as words

n the notes of love from the ones I still hold dear..

I have forgotten my lost affections

Forgotten the the ones I have won too ..

I have forgotten my tiny achievements

N the mammoth failures

I have forgotten the places i have crossed

n the ones i have called home..

I have forgotten the faces.. the smiles

the words ...

I have forgotten it all

I have forgotten me...

Perfect day

I feel my eyes grow heavy
After a day of bliss...


A solitary walk...
The highlight of my existence?
Karmic blessing
Stolen giggles
And an evening with my lost clan


I pen these words,
at the vampires hour..


I cannot help but smile
as I savour the memory of the
day gone by ...
A perfect day...

Bloodbath

I rush towards them..sword in hand..

n anger in my heart .. .

I feel nothing..

I see nothing ...

Blind hatred clutching my soul...

The words .. I am God... resonating in my ears...

I feel no compassion

I see not the lips making a plea

I hear not.. the cry for mercy

I swing my sword..

Now I can see...

the blood spilling everywhere...I look down

to see some splatterd on me .. I smile

I feel the cold invade his body

I stay .. I wait...

I watch life drain out of him..

I feel no remorse.. I feel no pain..

I walk away .. sword in hand

n anger in my heart...

Disclaimer .: Na.. Am not in a murderous mood. nor have I ever been in one This is a work of pure fiction and all that blah. This is in response to the article that ET asked me to read..Stop cruelty to animals... and while you are at it l.. Love thy neighbour too .. if you can !!! :-)

Courage

Earth is no longer my beloved as I walk...

Nor do i look thru the familiar faces that cross by me everyday ..

my gaze has lifted and so has my will...

I look.. I see.. I recognise...

Life...

Show me your might ..

Bring on my future...

I stand still ...

Armed with a smile ..

And a speck of strength growing within

I owe it to a dream ...

I know that too ...

But dreams spawn reality

the wise men say ...

Hope whispers ..

this warmth is a reality beyond the dream...

For eternity ..for mine atleast... :)

Free

A flash of white drew her towards the minar ...

She glided , gracefully towards it.. her white

feathers gleaming in the morning light ...

Warmth with a tinge of pain filled her being...

The familiar face .. only memories of which had sustained her

through the night ..

White.. That was all she could see...

n Wished to drown in ..

she knew she could ...soon...

She drew closer and closer to her dream ..

.. She landed on the proud golden minar ...

only he was no where to be seen...

she looked all over... it was no dream ... was it ?

reality lay a feet away ... it was a rag from the torn flag...

she closed her eyes ..as hope drifted away...

A deep sigh later she opened her eyes...

There is tomorrow ... and She would find peace again...

She unfurled her wings and Flew again...

free.... to a hope ...to a tomorrow....

yel tied to a white memory...

Once up on a time

As I say good bye to yet another tale...

i float over the beginning... the present and the end...

collecting smiles , erasing the tempest...

I cling to the begining one last time ...

memorising ....before its time to glide to the future....

when i would glance back to say .. once up on a time...

Glimpse

As my conciousness awakes with the rising sun ..
so does my hopes for a glimpse..for a simple glimpse..
I join the crowd of believers all hoping for the famous glimpse..
Would today be another day bereft of this simple joy?
I hope .. I pray ... I plead...
I believe..
I smile...
I rejoice..
I sing...
For I know..
Today is the day of the awakening...

Snowwhite

As tears rolled down a well treaded path

wishes and hopes

desires, fear and love ?

lay burried in the forgotten kingdom...

waiting .. waiting for midnight ?

or for the winter to fade ...

or for spring to invite her into its bloom

is she dreaming in vain ..

perhaps...

Maybe not...

Denial of dreams is not her destiny ...

says the angel within..

but the endless abyss is a dark prince

promises of paradise... death of pain

and endless joy...

She looks down into his disturbed eyes...

is this her real destiny ..?

She ponders ...

She looks up...

and sees the kiss of life ... floating down

ever so slowly...

As she wakes up from her long slumber ..

she bids goodbye to the dark eyes....

aware .. that its real too .. just like

the kiss ... always round the corner ...

waiting ...

ready to sweep her away again..

if she ever looks back ...

waiting... Always....

Knight in striped shorts!

Who says chivalry is dead..Its alive and kicking ...And some of the knights do wander
around in shorts on saturday mornings around BTM area of Bangalore...

I was back from a gruelling trip to God's own country ...The details of that would
form a different post ... Anyways... Saturday morning found me lugging my luggage towards home
after a quick stop at the nearby bakery...cooking in the morning after a trip is never something
I look forward to... The bag was heavy... so heavy that I had to do the stop , sigh, swap
to the other arm routine every two minutes...the traffic was low too... there were no
autos in sight.. and suddenly I notice a fine specimen of our species walking towards me ..
I didnt realise I had given him any 'damsel in distress' signals until he walked upto me
and asked me to hand over the bag.. he said he would carry it for me ...
Logic . reason ... pragmatism.. or any just plain common .. garden sense would have told me
handing a bag over to a stranger could well be a way of saying goodbye to your precious
possessions... but then that part of my grey matter was absolutely dazzled by the knight
or his exbhibition of chivalry ... The conversation from there on only constituted of my asking him ' why do you bother'

followed by a 'just like that' from him.. not the greatest of lines... but that is all I could
come up with at such short notice with me painfully aware of my dishevelled state after the overnight
journey... Garden sense soon returned in full force and I decided to end my exploittion
of his generosity ...I told him ..that I can manage from there .. to which he had
a very understanding smile ... he did offer to help me till my building...
but i wasnt taking any chances... i would rather write a blog about a knight ...
than worry about a potential stalker who knows where I live... :-)

I think I thanked him before I took charge of my load a couple of lanes away from mine...
the dazzle had not waned completely...but then the point is ... there still are a few shorts
.. err.. knights around...You just need to look... today might be your lucky day ..!!!!