Aug 28, 2008

Ever thought?

Walls can speak.
'Stick no bills.'
'No trespassing'
'Couples only'
Oh! Well, never have I thought of that before.
The silent speakers.
They not only speak
but work.
Ever thought about it?

The Fork.

I stand at a fork.
One leads to Love; My Future.
But, with uncertainties.
And insecurities.
One to Friendship; a 'Forever'.
But the magnetism
lurking to attack.
Which way?
He says anything is fine.
But adds, I disturb him.
My words do.
And his laugh disturbs. Me.

Our future is uncertain.
May be together,
we will end up penniless.
Or millionaires.
May be, my dreams
will go unfulfilled.
Or they would include him..
Everything is uncertain.
But my motto is fed.
'Spontaneity, Changes, Surprises.'
Anything might meet us.
And we will meet them together.

His advices leading me.
His laugh enticing me.
Trying to shake my mind,
for a closer bond.
While watching him
with someone.
And still feeling the possessive envy..

God knows!
I am confused.
Which way?
What ought I choose?
The 'Forever'
Or my 'Motto'
Or would the fork converge?
As 'Forever Spontaneously Together'?

The road, less travelled..

I took the road less travelled.
But on the way,
I cut some trees,
killed those birds,
trampled the greenery,
polluted a pond,
killed a man
and bedded a woman.
I took the road less travelled.
I hope,
No one knows..


I dream of him.
His fingers like ants,
exploring me.
His lips
enjoying me.
His eyes
ravishing me.
But he dreams of Her.
And always did.

Yes. I was afraId.

And that kept me thinking about it always.
worrying and frightened.
They can do anything.
The pack of them spread throughout the world.
With dozens of friends.
I don't want you to get hurt.
I would lose you if I gain you.
Running anywhere wont make any sense.
Cos they know what to do.
I donno..
This made me fear.
Every time your number flashed on my mob.
I was afraid.

Aug 25, 2008

In Christ alone my hope is found.. muah!!! :D

In Christ Alone
First Line: In Christ alone my hope is found

"In Christ Alone"
Words and Music by Keith Getty & Stuart Townend
Copyright © 2001 Kingsway Thankyou Music

In Christ alone my hope is found;
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This cornerstone, this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My comforter, my all in all—
Here in the love of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone, Who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save.
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied;
For ev'ry sin on Him was laid—
Here in the death of Christ I live.

There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain;
Then bursting forth in glorious day,
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory,
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me;
For I am His and He is mine—
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.

No guilt in life, no fear in death—
This is the pow'r of Christ in me;
From life's first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No pow'r of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home—
Here in the pow'r of Christ I'll stand.

The most beautiful english song I have ever heard.. :) gives me hope. In Christ alone my hope is found.. :) :) :)

Aug 15, 2008

My Train Sagas...

My train life is pretty happening.. I cant say it is always exciting but then, it is happening.. everyday, I have the fortune [or misfortune, depending on the person I meet.], of meeting someone interesting on the journey.. I decide I wud write about that, that day evening.. But then, as and when I reach back, my only thought is to get online and talk to my someone these days.. and the thots of blogging are pushed to the backside of my mind..
Wait! A frnd online.. :(
Ok. He has gone to have tea. Will be back in 10 minutes.. I think I shud jot something before he gets back.. As usual, it wud be to vent his emotions, but then I cant help it.. I listen to people..
so, I was talking about my train journeys..
One day, I met a kid. Small thing.. Some 7 yr old.. He was with his Amma and Aunt.. Now, the kid was travelling in a train for the first time.. He was kinda excited.. Kept asking his aunt things like "Why is this train getting slower?" "Why does it have to stop?" "Why cant it go to the place we want, first?" "Why is this chechi traveling with us?" I smiled hearing his questions..
He smiled back.. such a sweet thing.. And then, he became shy. :) Went and hid in his amma's saree.. I was thinking,only small innocent things can do this.. :) And that is the beauty of kids.. Then, he started peeping out from his amma's saree, to see whether I was looking at him. And i was also enjoying it.. We started playing peekaboo. ;) After sometime, i started feeling glances of people who were starting to notice my kiddish behaviour.. So, I stopped and took my mob out.. To mail my someone.. When he saw that I was not interested in playing with him anymore, he slowly came out of the saree, bolder now. Next thing I knew, he was near me.. looking right into my mob screen.. :D One hand on my lap... trying hard to strain his body up, so that he could reach my height. I was surprised..:) and happy..
He then asked me "Is this nokia?" 'No.' "Sony Ericsson?" 'Yup' "My dad has a Sony Ericsson, amma has Nokia, ..." and went on to describe all the mobs in his family.. Granma's Granpa's and all god-knows-who's..

The kids have grown.. Aint they? :) I didnt even know a phone cud be taken with you while you travel when I was that small.. :)
May be he wud have a mob of his own, soon, by the looks of it.. :)
Donno whether my kids will be born with a mobile and laptop 'sponsored by heaven'.. :P hehe..
In that case, god, send something user friendly,with user manual and all.. If those things ask me how to use it, how am I supposed to tell them how?? :P

The life of a Puppet.

Moments pass by,
telling me a story I already know..
This life, has nothing to give me,
other than a story of Past.
The Present,
Well, I guess it is just a mirage.
And Tomorrow, just a dream.

Life goes on,
writing a script, making it up..
at the moment.
I try writing the script myself.
But life is adamant.
It rewrites, and gives me shocks
n surprises.
Destined to live by the rules of Unknown, I live.
A life of a puppet.
The life, of a Puppet !