the sprinkle that i call the dream...

the 1 yr break is broken...
am back...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"rubbing my eyes...i walk into my balcony..
a few of them still remain..
the dew drops...
clinging on to the glass pane
i finger out my name on it
n i watch it dripping down...
the name getting erased..
the name disappearing in the watery labyrinth..
the prints merging in...
n i watch it...
with my poignant eyes..."

hey dear one....my blog!!!!!!!!!!!!

hey blog...
u have been of great help when i was too low in ma life..
u wer one sincere companion who stayed along durin tat trough..
n am sure u wud stay along in my ride...
now when am on top of the world n am feelin so
happy for myself....i know u too are rejoicin wimme...
but fren....
this hour i say adieu....not permanently...
am goin on a voyage...a journey to live ma dreams...
its jus for one year...
i stay apart from you ma fren...
if i succeed in ma voyage i ll be back to u
with hundreds of reasons for me n u to be happy...
n at the start of this journey i believe success is sure..
i rejoice there was a past
but i leave it behind for there has to be a better future jus for me...
i long for you ma life...
so it is a break for one year dear blog...
i willl return as a more powerful n vigorous blogger pal.....
goodbye...n remember its bye for the better..........
see ya!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

divya.ramesh

At The Brink...................

i hate shadows...
especially those that follow me through...
i remember the times when i loved all the butterflies tat
tasted the colours of me.....
i long tat they come back...
but like a strong rain they created all the deluge...
and never came back..
they remain as dark clouds in the sky...
and never pour down...
i stare into them.....
for when wil they come back into this
dry alley that i call life....
i wonder........................

at infosys

i think i should make myself like this place.................

lately revolutionary...

i hv alwys thot am typical...
i am kinda passion driven...
i loved everythin tat i read...
i tried livin wat i read...
there ws sartre whom i liked ...
n i dunno ryt now am findin it all wrong
my perceptions wer really wrong...
it aint the same

Baghdad.....a 100 dreams

Recently heard a poem somewhere...

"ithu Baghdado....
Amma parayum Arabhi kathayile Baghdado..."

(is this Baghdad????????is this the same Baghdad of Arabian Nights of which mom spoke)

Baghdad is completely ravished...Baghdad is destroyed and the innocent child is wonderstruck for baghdad in his dream was a wonderland...now it was completely destroyed..

Baghdad wud be remembered as history's worst ever sin...
the place where a hundred dreams where shattered...

"mushy...."

i hav alwys thot love stories are not worth writing...
i hav alwys thot they are pretty mushy...but ryt now a love story is winding its way outta me...
shud i write it or not?????????/
dunno....will it be mushy???????????