Forever is nothing. Nothing is forever.

nothing is forever....dat's like the 'mantra' of our existence! everything is temporary...I definitely am! i'm not going to Be forever...but then, what is forever? n if i'm not sure of That, then what's this all about?

where to??

I had to drive home from CP the other day, and given my incredible knowledge of roads and sense of direction, I had NO idea which way to go! So I drove whichever way seemed intuitively best…asked directions once, and carried on. I did reach home after a while…and apparently, I had taken the correct route! But I realized that I was driving pretty blindly. As in, when I am on a familiar road or if I’ve been explained which route to follow, I am a very vigilant driver. This particular time, I wasn’t looking around at all. And now that I think of it, I wonder how many gaalis n angry glares I must’ve earned! But that’s not what’s been bothering me…it’s the fact that this drive pretty much resembles my current state-of-life…I am moving…perhaps in the right direction…but I’m not sure…and so, I cannot “enjoy the ride”….
Where am I headed? I’d really like to know. What am I going to do? What am I doing right now? What am I going to be? What am I now????
‘Life is a journey, not a destination’ they say…and I wouldn’t mind wandering all my life. Then, is wandering my goal? I do not seek a “final destination”…all I’m looking for is a road sign! Something to tell me I’m on track (but then, is there any such thing as the “right track”??)…because as long as I’m clueless about where I am headed, I cannot enjoy the journey…I cannot smell the trees…I cannot hear the wind or feel the sun…
Maybe I’m loosing out on all the fun coz of this preoccupation with “direction”…when I think of it, I am too overwhelmed to think straight. But otherwise, I am okay with it. Then when I realize that I’m ok if I don’t think about it, I get even more worried…and disgusted!

To Harry!

I just finished reading the last of the series...and i loved it! Inspite of all the criticism....I simply savoured every page! Whatever anyone thinks, these books are a very special part of me...and since i started reading the series much before all the hype began, i believe my love for it is more "real" than many others' *grin*
Over the years, Harry has become a companion, a friend almost...And not just him, but everyone around him...Ron, Luna, Hermoine, Snape, Dumbledore, Filch, Cedric, Fleur, Sirius, Hagrid, Dobby, Kreacher, Draco(yeah..even him), the Weaslies, Neville, McGonagall...all of them! There's a bit of each one of them in me...in most of us, I feel! I identify with them in way I've never with any "book ppl"... inspite of the "unrealness" of their situation..or maybe because of it! "Of course it's in your head, but that doesn't make it any less real."
Cheers to Harry Potter...the boy-who-lived...the boy-who-will-be-loved...Always! :)

I command with an eyebrow
Disarm with a flutter
I make them shudder with a word
Go weak in the knees with a whisper
I make my own rules
And break them at will
I let them believe it's their world
Because it revolves around me!

don't dance so fast

very rarely does a fwded mail touch a chord...dis one did...
think about it...

"Have you ever watched kidsOn a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rainSlapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Do you run through each dayOn the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Ever told your child,We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,"Hi"
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over."

Late at night
when everything's asleep
my thoughts lie awake
uneasy, disorganised
So many questions
so many doubts
A million "what ifs"
many more "dunnos"
What will happen
do I really wanna know?
Am I just gonna watch?
will I do anything?
Should I? Can I?
Late at night
my mind's a maze
a blackout zone
but not quite...
I'm trying to find my way
through all the confusion
The uncertainities and the dilemnas
form a thick fog
I hope I'll get to see the moon
like I've known it to be
it's late at night
and the moon seems unfamiliar too...

I Can Sense Smoke...

I can sense smoke
Lurking at the back of my mind
Hazy memories, faint reflections
Reminding me of what has been.
I have no means to hold on or to let go.
I try to reach out and grasp…
But all I catch are vague sounds and sights.
I try to forget everything
But the sounds and sights wouldn’t go
Colours without beauty
Voices without life
Just beyond my reach
Always there, but not for me.
I don’t know if the memories are pleasant
Thy neither haunt nor mesmerize
They just exist
Strong enough to draw my attention
But not enough to hold it.
Like a butterfly on a bright spring morning
They flit in and out of my consciousness
Leaving me perplexed one moment
Annoyed the next
I can feel smoke
And its hazier than ever before.