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Like a predator from the dark alleys of doubts
It over shadows my moments of self worthiness
For joy is nothing but a momentary lapse of good sense
And it fades away with the curse of unhappiness
There always remained an old city buried beneath this urban landscape
You could live up the dream for a day but its reality you can’t escape
Dreams end and life begins , before you know you are on the other side
Whatever goes up comes down , are the rules of this joyride
The quest for the enigma called contentment is a fable we’ve all heard and told
The happiness is a companion only till the next turn on this road
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The daily prompt threw this question at me , just about the time when I was turning a year older.
So here’s what I think…
Re-reading your favourite book a billionth time
Or fitting into the good ole jeans some years down the line
Memories captured in wornout photographs that no facebook album can replace
The promise of all-girls-reunion, every year , same place.
The bond you share with that special someone
When the older you grow the fonder they become
When an elegant composure takes over the young bohemian spirit
And the gramophone record brings alive old melodies so vivid
Relationships, beauty, songs, books and memories,
Get better like old wine , as time flies.
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There is a strange sense of quiet around me.
Used to wonder if its the proverbial silence before the storm. I practically killed a couple of months hanging around partly pissed off , partly pleased. fluctuating between a state of utter and complete boredom and that of enjoying the kind of worklessness i ve never ever known before .
From feeling absolutely useless through the month , to feeling as lucky as a jackpot winner as i checked my salary account by the end of the month. From getting back to blogging the way i enjoy it to taking as many chuttis as i wish to for travel or festivals or just like thats . Planning a zillion things i think i want to do , and not really doing anything other than cooking like a pro for my dearest hubby feeling like the ever loving housewife by the evening.
The last few months of nothing-ness were packed with a lot of stuff i wouldnt have been able to manage if i was doing something , anything , everything i expect myself to do as a high flying executive.
I used to live each day like it was my last day of life in slow motion. Waiting in a painful anticipation that Very soon I know the life in fast forward would start off.
Sometimes , Songs come to you when you are in a particular state of mind and they whirl around in your head till you break down each word to perfectly make sense of things around you.
Shayad isliye , Tanhai mein fursat di hai .
yay!
Finally . Work towards the personal goal is on track. and that’s not the only reason for all the dancing!!
went for my first dance aerobic class after what … 10 yrs?
i mean the last one i joined when i was in class 12th!! and i remember it as one of the fun-est stuff i ve ever ever done.
this one beats it hands down. coz now i have a goal. so i have 20 days and 5 milestones to cross.
at the cost of sounding cryptic .. i ll go ahead and say . i know am gonna dance my way past ALL of them and MORE.
but i ll wind this up just in time to catch the next episode of “so you think you can dance”
so here’s to Dance (baby dance!)!!!
Was browsing generally and came across this ….
“Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you’re really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I’ve got a few missing. It’s ok though, because I’ve got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who’s an 8-color type.. I’m like, “hey girl, magenta!” and she’s like, “oh, you mean purple!” and she goes off on her purple thing, and I’m like, “no – I want magenta!””
wow.. now thats a thought!
maybe that explains the theory of ‘connection’ that baffles me all the time!
you know the thing when something about some one ( and nope i am NOT a first impressions person . and nope i am NOT a judgemental person too) just takes you by surprise or turns you off – with out them so much as opening their mouth!
like this one may be
“We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.”
found these at .. where else .. http://thinkexist.com/quotations/people/ :)
I ve been looking for a 64 colour box myself .
which colour are you?
