A Prayer, A Wish, and A Message...

I launched a smile, far out it sailed
On life's wide troubled sea,
And many more than I could count
Came sailing back to me.

I clasped a hand while whispering,
'The clouds will melt away.'
I felt my life was very blessed
All through the hours that day.

I sent a thought of happiness
Where it was needed sore,
And very soon thereafter, found
Joy adding to my store.

I wisely shared my slender hoard,
Toil-earned coins of gold.
But presently it flowed right back.
Increased a hundredfold.

I helped another climb a hill,
A little thing to do.
And yet it brought a rich reward,
A friendship that was new.

I think each morning when I rise,
Of how I may achieve,
I know by serving I advance,
By giving I receive.

Love and The Lover...

My Love is getting married this week!

Should I be happy that she thought of me, and invited me to her wedding? The "Big Day" of her life? Or should I take a breath, pause, and wish I never knew... For I had dreamt of being up there with her on this day!

What they call true love; says that you find happiness in that other persons happiness... So if my love was true; shouldn't I be happy? For marriages are supposed to be a happy occasion and indeed My Love must be happy!

Why then does the throat feel dry? Why is it difficult to swallow even after 2 yrs when I write about her? Is that what Love feels like? I wonder...

I wonder what should I give her as a wedding present! A bouquet full of roses; for she loves red roses! But red roses? No My Love, those red roses wilted away a long long time ago!

She loves smiling faces, she had once said. Yes; That is what I give you My Love... That is my wedding gift to you. My Smile. You have taken it. When; even I cannot recollect. But yes, you have taken my smile away. When clicking a picture, watching a movie, meeting a friend... I am reminded of you, and of the missing smile.

What an irony life plays... You had always thought I write well. And after so many years I am writing with my heart flowing through the pen, only to celebrate your wedding day!

You know I wont come to your wedding. I had promised you, that you shall never see me cry again. And unlike others, I do keep my promises.

Dear Mr. Nandy, Your Tall, Dark and Handsome stranger didn't vanish away.... He was mercilessly bled to death by the very young girl who had promised to take him home one day to meet her parents!

Its a strange coincidence that it was a cold winter when she went away from me... And its a cold winter again when she moves eternally away from me!

To conclude, I will leave this little note for you My Love, so that you may read this and know that it was I who have dedicated this article to you, forever.

My thoughts this autumn are lonely and sad....

A chilly wind from the mountain blows in the garden

The sky is grey, a snowflake falls, the last chrysanthemum

Withers beside the deserted summer house.

I walk along the path in which weeds have grown.

My heart is bitter and tears blur my eyes.

I grieve for the days when we lingered together

In this same garden, along these paths between flowers.

In the spring we sang of love and laughed with youth

But now we r parted by many leagues and years,

And i weep that never again shall i see your face....

The City that Never Sleeps...!

In a city that never sleeps I can hear a night passenger getting off at the gates of our colony... probably a girl working in the call centres in the west... who else would wear heels that clatter so loud when u walk! If I pin my ears, I can probably count the number of steps she'd take home!

Here is the horn of a mumbai local! Probably starting its day on the tracks of an overcrowded city!

How different life is at 5 am! If u r at Colaba or Fountain; this is probably the only time of the day when u will realise how broad the roads are... and how magnificent the buildings!

I love travelling at night; for the weather is much cooler and the roads more friendly! I love the silence in the air; the lack of horns... The coolness of the wind; the lack of exhausts...

I love Mumbai for the Heritage and history it carries, and life and spirit it represents!

Yes; I would love to see the civic bodies be more sincere and have better foresight in their planning... I would also love to be in Mumbai and enjoy the rains without wading in knee deep waters... I would love to be able to travel at least at an average speed of 20 kph within the city... And yet, till the day these dreams dont come true, I shall continue to love this city, for it has been my childhood home...! For I had seen the red doubledecker busses of BEST before the ones I saw in London... For I had spent countless holidays bunking school coz the roads were flooded... For I still remember travelling to school at a fare of 25 paisa half ticket.. and Ek Rupaiya wada pav's in the canteen!

Its 5 am.. and I am still awake... The beauty being that any Mumbaikar reading this will know, understand and smilingly nod his head and say... Do ghante so jaa; 8 baje kaam pe jaana hai!

My First Blog

01-01-2010; 2244 hrs.

Its my first entry on a blog ever. So whats a blog about? I always thought of it as an online diary... But hey! This one is open to all... not like my diary that stays locked in a closet!

Isnt that the thrill of a blog... U never know who is gonna read it... and u cant imagine what they will think of u after reading it! I start today with the simple hope that there are so many many blogs and bloggers in this world today that i will end up being an insignificant another... and thus have my own blog and yet have my privacy! :)

Wish me luck readers... I hope this blog will help me understand myself better.