one can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar!!

life is like mail.. sometimes u just don get it.. sometimes u just aint happy with it... but its just the hope of a beautiful one that fuels u.. and for all the pains, tears and rues, i believe 'always the juice is worth the squeeze'!! its just a short voyage and have fallen in love with the wild waters.. alles gute!!

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

turn the page


Across the street the shadow crossed
Amidst the lights ‘n sounds of life
Another turn and then was lost

Another turn and then was lost-

Without a word, without a cry
The time traveled like washed in tide
A gilded truth turned naked lie

The empty road in the melted dark
The chill ‘o air of silence breathes
Splashes of time, indelible mark!

Splashes of time, the indelible mark-

Words worth once seem nickel and dime?
Questioned against the ethos still
Music and lyrics can no more rhyme.

Not worldly wise emotions are
Across the street, as left behind
Those logics of life resonating afar

No one to break the silence
No one to question me-
No one to deny this pleasure
In the emptiness I see…

Left me where I stood-
You believed I could…

Oh ya! You believed I could…just

Turn the page ‘n wash the inks
The impressions inside I would hide
The silent tear in sudden moments
I couldn’t betray… sorry, I couldn’t hide



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Monday, August 27, 2007

sound of silence

Wipe the slate clean. Chapters in life disappear leaving behind the clots of pain and penance. The oft repeated question… the why and the how… like a reptile coiling around its prey. Turn the page to begin from the first milestone, to write the same melody in different words, to stage the same play with different characters.
Sometimes your biggest strength goes against you! Whatever you say, whatever you do, hits back on you with a strange irony; as if life gave up on you.
The signs remain. From the recesses of the mind to the drafts of the e-mail box, words dipped in emotions, phrases bearing stories and sentences drafting stories, the past looks back with a smirk. This is what you had mate!! And look at you now! And all cause of what you are… who you are! You can blame the other(s) but can only feel bad for the part you played in loss…
Wish I could stop staring back, wish I could forget the past but maybe deep down I can only keep the case open… open for an understanding. Hoping for a chance to hold on…
Hope, the opium of life. Do you sacrifice your self-respect for anyone? Maybe you do not try too hold on… the fast pace of life makes you too busy… but then it is never the same again. The deserted road in the pitch-black night is not the same. The chill in the air with the hint of rain… the streetlights etching the crooked shadows stretched on the asphalt… the conversations- have changed.
There is a vacuum that cannot be defined in words. There is a lost story. There is the beginning of the end. I have never written for a purpose, I have felt what I have written, believed in every word but for the first time the words seemed to disintegrate. Their motive, their essence was questioned. They were just rendered value-less.
I remain good with words in my own fabricated existence. What I lost can be tabulated… what I sacrificed can be listed but what I am left with is nothing… it was never a gain for me; it was just about life turning back and giving you a hand. It was just about faith and belief. I had never known what I am left with. I do not know if I am right in holding on but who can judge the repentance within? Who can question a realization borne? But a chance I didn’t get…
We never know what is best for us when we have them but in the sense of loss is there the true sense of worth. Maybe it is not reciprocated. Maybe there is worth and there is none on the other side…
Wish I could… but wishes have never come true… life moves on and days are melting into weeks.. months might roll by… but the drafts of a dream, the threads of a story line would generate the vapors inside… wish I could be good with words… wish I could have one magic wish… if only wishes were safe…Some things never change. Some things define life… and some people define you. I have lost all three… and all I have left are the words… which I am good with. The perfect words-worth!

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Saturday, August 04, 2007

3S

What is the right mix of ingredients in life? What would really make it a heady mix- a tasteful experience? In ‘winespeak’, its called - The Balance. The harmony among the wine’s components – fruit, acidity, tannins, alcohol; a well-balanced wine possesses the various elements in surgical proportions! The formative years, the germination of life is like the Green – a wine made from unripe grapes that is tart. But then the growth, the upbringing is important… the Breed, similar to good handling which again is the result of soil, grapes and vinification techniques. This determines the depth and character in a wine – only wine??
With time, life shows its identity, making the individual Distinctive – elegant, refined character that sets a wine apart! It is Developed – mature; a well-developed wine is more drinkable! And then again in the superlatives of life… some achieve the Elegant label- the refined character, stylish but not heavy wine.
But in this journey cycle, the movement is not a team effort. Some are left behind while some charge ahead in the rat race of life…Forward, like wines developed when the fruit is prominent, ahead of its peers!
Perception changes with age, with years and with the exposures of this game! Young, forever at heart? In simple wines signifies youthful restlessness; in finer wines, refers to immaturity! The traits develop as cross-functional teams, principles of duality are formed. Even like in wines… Strong- robust powerful, big. Weak – lacking grip typical for the wine; without character! Thick – dense and heavy in texture against Thin, lacking body and flavor. Meaty, a wine with chewy, fleshy fruit; sturdy and firm in structure. Mellow- smooth and soft variant or even the Musty flavor – stale dusty or rank aromas! Well, if everything could be envisaged so easily, life would really be of the Noble rank – of perfect balance, like the world’s finest wines – Cabernet, Sauvignon, Merlot or Riesling.
There is the screen behind the mirror with varied shades! Off dry, in wines, which is like not quite dry but a perception of sweetness too faint to be called wine-sweet.
Life is more like an exothermic reaction. The end-result makes us modulate ourselves and fight for a better ‘morrow! The Sparkling of wines, with bubbles created by trapped CO2, might be a natural or induced phenomena. The slight hint of carbon dioxide in young wines lead to Spritzy! The Crisp, fresh brisk character… the Flinty, dry mineral character… the Harsh, with its heavy biting character… all of these have the external stimuli that makes them endowed with varied measures.
The introverted lot also finds a place in the sun; the Deep wine, having layers of persistent flavors that gradually unfold with aeration. The Honest wine, without flaws, typical and straightforward, simple but not too great. Does honesty pay? Is it a virtue that ties you to the age old Aesop’s Fables? Or is it just a rare kind of wine, brewed on demand?
But as the hour glass measures out the moments under the sun, what remains left of the hardships and the battles, is,. The Bouquet, as even in the wines… it is the complex of aromas that develops with age in fine wines… ya, with age!
The Aftertaste remains, the impression left after the wine washes down the system, the finish of a wine and the balance sheet of life! Fine wines have a lingering aftertaste…
The uncertainties of life weave the Intricate details of overlapping and contrasting emotions, nuances… the interweaving of subtle complexities of aroma and flavor in wines! Huh… all good things come with the clock ticking back, the inevitable mist of the end, the finish… death! It’s called the Legs, the vicious rivulets that run down the side of the glass after sipping; swirling, a mingling of glycerin and alcohol… the residues of a fine drink!
They See, they Swirl and then they Sip – the wine tasters. An art form for the crème de la crème! The high stakes, the huge money and the patient accurate analysis and evaluation, yields dividends!
Do we really care to apply these 3S in life? Do we care to even see through the mist, the translucency of factors that might help us appreciate what we have and what we need to share? Have we ever tried to taste the ‘magic’ portion that seems poisonous to us but is the lifeline of many out there?
The aspects of life are packaged in ways that make us surge ahead. That refines the present and creates the future but forgets the past, the present perfect and the past participle. A value-based system is needed, not a need driven one. A push type movement is needed, not a pull through one! We need retrospection and not a dismissive hurry to beat the heat. We need to share… and not sort; we need to hold and not halt… we need to heal and not hurt.
Life is like wine tasting! Hmmm… in many ways… it identifies the best in class but aint improves the minnows. It identifies the clauses behind the superiority complexes!! It creates the distance and reaps the harvest.
I do not know the smell of the best wine out there, I cannot know a Nebbiolo from a Syrah… a Sangiovese from a Blanc… but I know, when you pour ‘em all down the throat they all lead to nirvana!!
When would we ever learn… when would we ever learn, to discern the unnecessary luxuries of life from the needs of the hour! When would be stand and stare with a caring heart… when would we evaluate and envisage equality? When… when would 3S not led to a void in life but a voyage of equality… when??
(Disclaimer - Ya, its about wine and therez quite a lotta knowhow here... but somhow doesnt reflect on my skills as being a human pitcher/connoisseur... wine n wine tasting...quite an amazing art and quite a lofty subject of life which kinda amazed and irritated me, at the end even puzzled me into feeling a lotta things together.. somehow just tried to scribble in the abstracts... )

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