beyond the sea green fields
the lonely castle by the sea
standing the test of time
wonderful for the eye to see
a thing of beauty, or despair
visitors aplenty, admirers galore
but still nobody to inhabit
reminiscent of the days of yore
footsteps on the cobbled paths
smoothened edges of jagged rocks
no longer the sharpness there used to be
stay like this forever and more
the ocean breeze, the sight of a distant ship
a blue horizon, breaking dawn
signs of hope, harbingers of change
a life numbed, yet moving on
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Sunday, June 07, 2009
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What's in a name for a blog post? As long as the emotions are captured, does one really care?
Its been a whirlwind couple of months since I got back to India, and most of this time on campus at b school. People say it is normally enough to get over certain things, places and people, but why then does it always rain on me! (ref: Travis - yeah! being a b school student, I can't help but mention references where the words or thoughts aren't mine!). A la contraire, its been an awesome time! And I already dread this time ending in another 10 months when I graduate. But until then, living each moment to the fullest is the key. I shall, and I will.
I normally do not eat words at least here on my blog, but this time, I guess its a bit different. The anonymous blog is seemingly spreading and being followed by a few folks. Maybe its time for another one to be created. The darkest and deepest secrets, or even the darker and deeper ones for that matter, are now still lounging around in my head. And I just can't seem to vent them out. Certain people are being sorely missed. Very sorely. But then all is not lost! At least I have not been kindled enough for poetry to flow through! I'm glad its limited to just prose.
Term 2 begins tomorrow. Term 2 of 8. And no, this post is not in "gearing up" for that. A long overdue one, it is - an ode to someone. Its like being thirsty in the ocean, being lost in a crowd. Deja vu for sure! Nostalgic yet again! But there's hope this time. And more than just hope - a trip back home next month and things should get better.
Caught up with S3 after ages! And at length at that. Its funny how even though the conversations change over years, the topic for those still remain the same! Different perspectives with each passing year, and suddenly you get the feeling you're getting old! 28 years old, and loving every bit of it, I am. 2 months have gone by, and there are 10 more. Yet to find my calling, but sure that I will. And as I often say - in that hope I live on!
Its been a whirlwind couple of months since I got back to India, and most of this time on campus at b school. People say it is normally enough to get over certain things, places and people, but why then does it always rain on me! (ref: Travis - yeah! being a b school student, I can't help but mention references where the words or thoughts aren't mine!). A la contraire, its been an awesome time! And I already dread this time ending in another 10 months when I graduate. But until then, living each moment to the fullest is the key. I shall, and I will.
I normally do not eat words at least here on my blog, but this time, I guess its a bit different. The anonymous blog is seemingly spreading and being followed by a few folks. Maybe its time for another one to be created. The darkest and deepest secrets, or even the darker and deeper ones for that matter, are now still lounging around in my head. And I just can't seem to vent them out. Certain people are being sorely missed. Very sorely. But then all is not lost! At least I have not been kindled enough for poetry to flow through! I'm glad its limited to just prose.
Term 2 begins tomorrow. Term 2 of 8. And no, this post is not in "gearing up" for that. A long overdue one, it is - an ode to someone. Its like being thirsty in the ocean, being lost in a crowd. Deja vu for sure! Nostalgic yet again! But there's hope this time. And more than just hope - a trip back home next month and things should get better.
Caught up with S3 after ages! And at length at that. Its funny how even though the conversations change over years, the topic for those still remain the same! Different perspectives with each passing year, and suddenly you get the feeling you're getting old! 28 years old, and loving every bit of it, I am. 2 months have gone by, and there are 10 more. Yet to find my calling, but sure that I will. And as I often say - in that hope I live on!
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