illusional reality

a soft white sheet of luminescence striped with bold black patterns of mirth. cords of steel that shine bright and new and springs that love them all. A careless move. a thoughtless shove. Crippling the world as we knew it. A torn sheet, the black, now grey. rusting away heedlessly twisted and turned, inside out. nobody cares what happened to you mangled remnant s of a colourful past. and a song of glory, unsung.

I realised today that it's been over a year since I last accessed my blog. I'd even forgotten my blog id. Ahem, a year of surfing the web for body shop updates, other people's blogs( especially the colorful ones with food written in bold) and searching for terms like "weight gain", "Detox diet", "stress", "acne" etc can take its toll on your, otherwise sporadic, blogging habits. So, today I even took the trouble to acquaint myself with the new (for me) additions to the layout (yes, I wasn't lying when I said, over a year) and added a few tools here and there to make sure my page looks as lively as some of the other I have listed on my *I like* list. Oh well, will get back to active blogging and writing in a while..afterall, the time is all mine..:) (ok, for at least a while more)

A passivity lies in wait to conquer the dying spirit. Three more humbly counsel and prod and push and hone. To make the gold shine and the silver ,glow. One big mistake, a stepping stone. The dome of opportunities and a slice of home. Fear and love and loathing, and a sea full of lies. Try, and never give up, till the moon is mine. A road and two and three.. emerging and diverging. One to love and trial and to shores unknown, Two to toil and bread and endless redemption; Three to worldly matters and pleasures known. The winds decide the sway and sun, the light. His hands give the strength to gently paddle away. It shall all someday fall into a bag and one and two and three will all merge away..

Once a firm believer in the practice of made marriages, I accidentally stumbled upon Gita Hariharan's "The Thousand faces of the night " and Jaishree Misra's "Ancient Promises" in the college library and life has never been the same.. It's not a very practical thing to take everything a book claims and live in the unreal world of romance fiction.True. Both the novels show you the cons of marrying and living with a man you scarcely know.Of course, I'm not biased against similar experiences men undergo, but being a woman ,myself, I can identify with the angst of the protagonists' search for..fulfillment, through freedom , as in Devi's story or through love, as in Misra's novel. I used to think ,and still do ,that when parents take our lives into their hands and decide who we spend the rest of our lives with ,they're doing it with open eyes.But things could either be all rosy or all ugly after that first step. The question is," How

treading all the miles to a lone haven atop a sparkling blue mountain all smiles on the journey. The beginning is always lovely. The rugged way delights snakes chasing all the way thorns and fake charms rain dancing on a weak terrain. Here a lie or two there a tent ,a lake two fistfuls of red sand and a bowl of stale soup. sweating and cursing to reach the summit of all dreams reaching only to find dry remains of a young hut shells and not the truth is what you get at the top so beware of all those smiles and the betraying lot.

All that the eyes see.. is not true. The true blue depths of the ocean are a mere illusion ..not reality. Easy hurried steps on the gravel without looking back if i follow A smug look of arrogance knowing that i'll always be around. Oh to aim to shatter the complacence! born out of ignorance and indifference, and see the wall break into tears.. with a small smile of victory.

I cracked a silly joke You humored me I was childish about so many things You were patient I told you I was sleepless You worried about me I jumped with joy after my results You jumped with me I was scared to be Jo-less You were there for me I wanted a shoulder to lean on You gave me yours I panicked I'd lost a friend You heard me out I fought with M You calmed me down I worried about D You consoled me I was confused about life You guided me I was lost and aimless You showed me the way I was unstable and unsure You were my rock I was so blind about things You said "It's for keeps " I just want to tell you how much I value,treasure and love you And want you to know That I,too, want "it" for life..