Happy New Year!!!

The time never does stop in its relentless race against itself. Never tiring, ever lasting. Another one of its leaves gets plucked of its tree; and a new leaf grows in its place.
As the clock strikes twelve;A cliche so overused; an end has ended and a beginning has begun.
In the ashes of the time gone, my sense of raw nature got both lost and regained. Fortune's a great mate, for now my eyes have opened, seeing what I did not for so long.
Seeped in the fluidity of time, ties holding back my wings have broken and now I soar... The sky and beyond, fearless and basking in front of the millions of them, honeyed suns. A new year to experiment with replaces a good year gone. Not even a tear to bade goodbye to what is gone, just tinkling laughter welcoming the new.
New seconds wash by; or maybe, just maybe it is just the old ones coming back- giving us a chance to relive those. An endless cycle of getting it right...
Suppose it all ends when we finally get it all in place, when finally the stars we love lines up...
And till then, it is all a pursuit of doing just that... And here is one more of those, time's jokes.
Time playing that cosmic joke; going back in time and coming back to now, a perpetual cycle of movement between here and now; and in that one cosmic heavenly second, it is all over... Till then it is a journey, an adventure, trying to find out what we should be getting right, exactly, and if we do find what that is, trying to figure out how to do that. Wow. Imagine the hard work...
Well then, Happy journey through 2010, in other words, Happy New Year.

incomplete

Blind faith comes easy to me, I reckon
No, not idolatry, no black cats,
Nor bleeding lemons.
But a beating heart connects
More magically than
Iron and a magnetic core.
Sigh! my bleating heart,
For it has been dealt several a blow.
All for a folly, a fault
To believe that twinkle in someone's eye;
A typo in the poem of my heart
Flawing the flow of a defeated life...
Words merely scrap at the surface,
A whole iceberg of emotions lie beneath.
Can I go back?
To my momma's arms,
To the warmth and smiles
Instead of the ice storms and cold darts.
Wish it were that easy
To get a magic eraser...
Oh! All for a folly, a fault
To believe that twinkle in someone's eye.

...

As I go in the bus
Or might as well walk the road
I see...
All I see are connections
Any place and every place
Holds you;
Has you inscribed there.
The slightest of scratches,
The lightest of scourings,
And i go into a flurry
I scurry and I hyperventilate
Wanting you near me
To relive that connection;
To know how we can
Maybe make it all the more better.
Yes, yes, selfish selfish me, hehe...
But yes, I want to relive
That ol' magic
not because I've forgotten, no.
Exotic tastes linger once tasted.
Making one want more, more and more;
Making one miss it, the moment it is gone.
And here I am...
Past all the limits, above all the thresholds,
Holding out to you...
... an addict; your addict for life...
For that magic
That you weave, just for me...

...

Winter no longer seems harsh,
It is all spring; perpetually my March.
The cold winds no longer tempt me to sleep,
All I want is to cuddle; warm, content
With you, with me,
The fire between us keeping life alive;
The blood and sweat making us breathe in life…
Where we are, will be.
Our world, warm and cool,
Fluid and crystal...
You and me, making the world
What it should be....
You and me, all
What it should be...
You and me

epiphanies...one of the worst

Guess what? I’d the most brilliant epiphany of my life!!! And it alleged that I qualify for the most stupid person award for I am the one who felt the need to spread cheer in this otherwise dull and colorless world. Sigh! I guess I betook it on myself to be some kind of Santa Claus with no Christmas; just an all time 24x7 one; smiling and doling out cheer! It was like a kind of romantic affair I’d. Or maybe the ghost of Don Quixote got into me. As they say about the Don, I am mad, crazy and basically stupid; very, very, very stupid. Oh how did I ever think that people wanted cheer? Least of all, from me? Oh I should’ve known it would never end right. All I achieved was loss; my loss; my loss of my cheer. Serves me right, I suppose. The ‘holier than thou’ belief always catches up with you. The fall that you encounter at the end of it all is ‘oh so wonderful’. I guess I still haven’t reached level ground. Dizzying, if not anything else. It is like falling in love; except that, this just leaves a bad taste in your mouth; whereas love leaves more than that.

Anyway, what I am getting at is, I am the nutcase you find smiling at whomsoever crosses her path. I am the nutcase who found out that they don’t just consider her a nutcase but also a promiscuous person (thank god for the word promiscuous!!!). I am the nutcase, whose dream got shattered, lying in tatters…