The next of the coming

There's a solace in your face, arms, eyes...

It makes me forget the world...

Circles and Grills

When you are that close to the thin line, you know how it feels.
Standing on the red carpet, for the 1st time. And standing on the steps of a choir.
There's peace, and then rejoice.
To win a medal, for the 1st time, and then making it a habit.
Reaching the saturation point. Going down. 

Being ordinary. Reaching triumph. 
Of course, there's hard work, dedication. Perspiration.
But a line remains. Which makes the difference.

uncertainty

I came here, just for you.. 

I am not sure if you wanted me here...

Day before the storm

It was bright Summery morning today. Light breeze, and a mellow sunshine.
Pleasant. And thus it brought me stories. Happy ones.

I knew there were sad ones. Yes, but they were more of episodes.

Even the so called woes have a hint of goodness in them. 
You go out with people whom you love the most.. or may be like..
and eventually you tend to develop or nurture, the similar tastes..

That's when you fly..see the happy part. Open... that's the heaven... 

futility

I am stuck between rational and irrational..
Between my limits.. I don't really get them. Neither can I judge logic.
I make superficial comments and I don't make good presentations. They just don't happen.

And I look forward to a great future.

stars of hope

Just as I read through the many pictures and countless words,
on others' blogs.. I am surprised, astonished... and so much more..

Indifferent to all that, I still have them on my blog list.
And I still put pictures onto my board, randomly..

And I guess, even you, go through your fishes.. feed them..
Wearing that nerdy pair of glass.. Opening them for me..

We ought to aspire.. as that's only left to do.. for a moonlit night..
In each other..
Our fuel for survival..
And there would be a morning.. 

Tales of the 3rd heart

Just as we consider doing  something, there's a hurdle.
And then comes the choice. Of crossing it, or battling it. 
Difficult.

But of course, there are alternatives. They make life simpler.

When we come across, old pictures, lets say... Memories flashback.

Like I read some where.. As I am born, I become a slave, to be sold off to fate.
And putting kohl, was also an offence.
Punishable.