Starlight

Patterns I wish to create;
Blackest of black-the velvety background
Tiny dots to be joined.
No light from anywhere
The biting chill on my cheeks
As I huddle into my jacket
Looking up at the wonder
Of the night sky.

Hostel

Laughter and squeals signalling happiness and togetherness. Birthday party celebrations and movies late into the night; pictures of those times; the moments that last forever. Chatting and discussing matters of the heart into the wee hours of the morning, whether it is heartache or the beginning of new possibilities. Tea and instant noodles, the staple food to help supplement the *ahem* mess food! Living together and surviving natural disasters-sleeping through earthquakes-imagination that comes into the fore in order to survive. Buckets to harvest rainwater during a flood; oil on a plate to catch pesky mosquitoes, chilli powder instead of mace. Fights with roommates, which settle, and you wonder what EVER happened. Broken beds, and ragging, I'm sorry, "Interaction", flicking food and hoping noone notices, cooking on the sly, hoping noone mentions the whistle of the pressure cooker... Ah, yes... rules... waste paper baskets and shoes inside the room(!), be back by 6 PM, sign out and in before leaving, lights out at 10 PM(!!!) OHH, and of course, studying.... whether it is teaching various sets of people, or "group study" where studying never happened, studying and surviving because of coolers, or waking up on a fine morning after a blissful sleep when there should have been a flooded field outside and instead was a clear and dry one(!), more laughter and panic as it gets closer to morning, waking up with the firm conviction that one will not pass...

So many more memories that are tied up to the memory of a place not quite home... Never home, yet wondrously close because of the people who have made each moment special. 

re-return

You have taken a place
Or did I give it to you?
I don't know how
Or why or what
But it's gone
And I did wonder.

Yet I did it again
Despite me.

Hope

I dream of perfection-
Does it exist?
What I conjure up
Is it magic?
Reality dampens the thought
Wisps of smoke
I know cannot be true
Yet they float and stay
My imagination wins.

october

I remember the night-
Crackers sounding all over
The dark sky lit up
Blue, red, green, orange;
Celebration all around.
Alone in a cab,
A new city to  negotiate
A fresh start.

Now I wonder
Was it a welcome?
Or a foretelling of years
Full of noise and pain,
With occasional bright spots?

Morning walk

Clear blue sky
Fresh air after morning's rain
The sun warming my skin
Bright green rolling links
With soft wet grass under my feet

Nothing written as yet
Unending possibilities...

DiFfeREnCE

"Free your mind, and the rest will follow...."

I recently heard this song on a tv show, and i loved it, It's just so catchy, could not get the words out of my head.found the actual song later, still captivated by it.It's just in your face, "this is who I am, don't take it at face value, I know who i am, accept it!"


I guess the only thing i wanted to say is let's celebrate the differences!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9tIYpvlQP_s