i have or rather HAD dream

suddenly the world seems new.
brand new.
sparkling clean, lace curtains, picket fence
white. cliche? maybe.
safe? yes!
"to sleep, and perchance to dream"
dare to dream. only to have it mocked.
perseverance has lost its meaning.
the bitter after taste remains.
sour. harsh. fetid. curdling.
all that remains is a jumble,
oblivion. eternity. fantasy. reality.
xharcters in a never ending nightmare.

guess who's back?

greetings to my fellow bloggers! ;) well the week of exams, cramming, sleepless nights are all over. so i think i shall be regular in posting entries. anyway one buddy of mine has left ;(,
but well another one is on her way over here. (muah thangu) i guess that is the cyclic nature of life.
college is over and i should feel relaxed right? wrong. i'm stressed out, and im freaking out.
what next? and my relatives (read bitches) are not making life easier. atleast i have started applying and stuff so...alls well that ends well?? (please pray for me) ;)
so waht am i planing to do these two months hang with my buddy, shop!!!!, sleep. learn to drive (hopefully), dance classes, travel, and do one thing that frightns me the most. so here is the amibitious list. i have to get through atleast a few of it. that is it for now. bye tc.

beyond fear

standing in the darkness of the night,
the cool wind makes me shiver.
its a moonless night. clear, cloudless.
in the distance, the roar of the train reverberates.
i walk as if in a daze.
slowly towards the tracks.
the blinding light pierces the darkness.
pierces my soul.
sreeching sounds of the brakes.
smoke, frightened, excited cries all surround me.
time stands still.
my slashed wrists stand testimony to earlier futile attempts.
the train surges past me.
the force jolts my being.
pain engulfs me.
but, i am beyond mortal fears, pains, suffering.
the train comes to a standstill
as i watch from a distance,
above.

barsaat (rain)

its raining!
the storm clouds have arrived.
grey, heavy, laden with water.
the beauty of a freshly cleansed city scape.
even the scrap of metal holds beauty.
bright green leaves.
brown earth, multi-hued flowers.
children getiing wet.
a chilly draft, cold enough to give goosebumps.
the smell of wet earth.
hot coffee.hmmmmmmm!
this is life baby.

the creative persona's manifesto

they tell me i have no ambition.
is sitting in an airconditioned office ambition?
six-figure salaries are ambition?
creativity is'nt ambition?
in this band wagon of 9-5 jobs
with no time to breathe,
where is the time for creativity?

everything is beautiful.
beauty lies in the eye of the beholder.
all sprout these lines.
cliches!
practice what you preach.
i have no time to stand and stare,
i have miles to go before i sleep.

but the question is,
when you do sleep will you regret the miles?