Today in the morning papers i read
Our dear friend Wilson is dead..
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Thursday, December 11, 2008
im lovin it..
A lot has happened over the last one month, i believe that explains my absence, fortunately this time the wheel of fortune has been favourable..all has been good so far.
For starters i got placed at an art house, the work seems interesting..im yet to get my appointment letter but the work is on a roll..so after a year of diarray and disiilusionment i finally see the blur clearing out.
I also met my college friends on wednesday after almost a year, they were visibly upset as i had not kept in touch but its happy to please them with a chocolate..they're still as crazy a bunch..
And lastly iv been eating a lot of good food off late.. thats an axiomatic high!!!
For now..im lovin it!!
To sum up this little piece is an off shoot of one of those overwhelming moments... bhaavnaaon ko samjho!!
For starters i got placed at an art house, the work seems interesting..im yet to get my appointment letter but the work is on a roll..so after a year of diarray and disiilusionment i finally see the blur clearing out.
I also met my college friends on wednesday after almost a year, they were visibly upset as i had not kept in touch but its happy to please them with a chocolate..they're still as crazy a bunch..
And lastly iv been eating a lot of good food off late.. thats an axiomatic high!!!
For now..im lovin it!!
To sum up this little piece is an off shoot of one of those overwhelming moments... bhaavnaaon ko samjho!!
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Mindless musings..
Its happening again..this time in greater intensity. I wonder if it is me or that mystical entity called fate.. fate..that apparition that unexplained phenomenan that tosses us like the wind tossing autumn leaves... when did it come...or did i walk to it, or did i run?? i think i bumped..just by fate... i dont remember how...its a dream iv woken up to.. or am i sleeping yet? i cant say..its like a sweet song.. its lovely oh yes its is.. if its a dream let me never wake... let me hold on to it..let me touch it.. feel it between my fingers, get a taste of it..gather it to my heart.. let it stay let it stay..
Monday, October 13, 2008
Story of wilson..contd...
Wilson today turned 34,
and like every year he sat indoor
crouching in fear, hiding from the sunlight,
dreading his shadow may fall again in sight.
The bright day dusked into night
and heavy clouds hovered and feebled the moonlight,
Wilson thought the night was fittingly dark
for him to step out.
And as he stepped towards the door
he heard a soft knock..
In all these year he had not heard a voice,
or seen a face except silhouttes in the dark.
And as he heard the slight rapping
his heart sunk in and he felt queasy.
Almost dyspneic he staggered back..
And then he heard a song faraway,
a voice so melifluent that it made him sway,
anulling his fears,it lifted his spirits..
almost enchanted wilson stepped out
and saw a girl standing,
her beauty was angellic her eyes true and wide,
her golden hair beneath her bonnet glittering in the moonlight.
She looked into his eyes and softly said
guide me dear Wilson to the 'mountain of the dead'....
and like every year he sat indoor
crouching in fear, hiding from the sunlight,
dreading his shadow may fall again in sight.
The bright day dusked into night
and heavy clouds hovered and feebled the moonlight,
Wilson thought the night was fittingly dark
for him to step out.
And as he stepped towards the door
he heard a soft knock..
In all these year he had not heard a voice,
or seen a face except silhouttes in the dark.
And as he heard the slight rapping
his heart sunk in and he felt queasy.
Almost dyspneic he staggered back..
And then he heard a song faraway,
a voice so melifluent that it made him sway,
anulling his fears,it lifted his spirits..
almost enchanted wilson stepped out
and saw a girl standing,
her beauty was angellic her eyes true and wide,
her golden hair beneath her bonnet glittering in the moonlight.
She looked into his eyes and softly said
guide me dear Wilson to the 'mountain of the dead'....
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
State of affairs..
This is a sketch i had made in class.. and these emotions come straight from the heart!!
Friday, September 26, 2008
The story of Wilson
Wilson when young loved the lights,
and all that,which was glistening and bright
He loved the sun, he loved the moon
he loved the dawn break into noon.
He loved the rainbow rising steep,
He loved the dew drops on the leaf.
Wilson when young loved morning walks
so each morning without fail..
he woul trail..
the fleeing leaves, the impish wind
and on his way would joyfully sing.
But one such morning when Wilson went out
he felt his heart thumping loud..
he felt ill,he felt vexed..
as though some frightful loss he had met..
And then he saw his soul fly out
he saw it vicious, he saw it black
his heart went numb his body slack.
The soul conjoined his shadow,
its flaming eyes were hollow
devoid of joy, devoid of warmth,
devoid of any feeling strong.
The frightful sight made wilson shriek,
he ran as fast as his knees; weak,
could take him.
He ran back home and locked the gate,
hid himself,wept disconsolate,
his heart felt weak,his body cold
he sat alone without a soul.
The morning stil brightens with the birds twitter,
and the stream near by still glitters,
in the sunlight bright.
But wilson is never seen out
Playing in the wind or looking at the rain clouds.
He's scared his soul might haunt him again
He stays in covers all day,
he escapes the light
And haunts the darkness of the night
and all that,which was glistening and bright
He loved the sun, he loved the moon
he loved the dawn break into noon.
He loved the rainbow rising steep,
He loved the dew drops on the leaf.
Wilson when young loved morning walks
so each morning without fail..
he woul trail..
the fleeing leaves, the impish wind
and on his way would joyfully sing.
But one such morning when Wilson went out
he felt his heart thumping loud..
he felt ill,he felt vexed..
as though some frightful loss he had met..
And then he saw his soul fly out
he saw it vicious, he saw it black
his heart went numb his body slack.
The soul conjoined his shadow,
its flaming eyes were hollow
devoid of joy, devoid of warmth,
devoid of any feeling strong.
The frightful sight made wilson shriek,
he ran as fast as his knees; weak,
could take him.
He ran back home and locked the gate,
hid himself,wept disconsolate,
his heart felt weak,his body cold
he sat alone without a soul.
The morning stil brightens with the birds twitter,
and the stream near by still glitters,
in the sunlight bright.
But wilson is never seen out
Playing in the wind or looking at the rain clouds.
He's scared his soul might haunt him again
He stays in covers all day,
he escapes the light
And haunts the darkness of the night
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