A new one, my favourite:

http://themusicianseye.blogspot.com/

New blogspot, from the more normal and "ground level" part of me :

http://everydaygraphs.blogspot.com/

No comments on this please, friends.

beaten up...
eyes full of tears...
wounds in every part...
the last leg of the journey...
strength in no cell...

beaten black and blue...
every time an attempt is made
to get up...
and live on...

arrows from every direction...
blood...the same red shade
that makes up a romantic red rose...

every harmony conflicts with
some basic discordant note...
eyes close...
eyelids batting in a desperate attempt to
keep open...

the earth opening up..,
revealing a coffin with thorns from the inside
pallid and senseless...but still subject to pain...

In short... I want my mother...
take me into your arms...
please... please...

I surrender...

Honeymoon with an abhorred angel...

I thought I hated him... hated every part of our rendezvous... every touch... I ran away from him... strangely enough, he must have loved me a lot... he stayed back... tried doing every bit to make me feel good... to comfort me... and to say "hey... here's something for you... i think u'll love it... now, please smile ? "... But,my budging - out of the question !

He mollycoddled me... he'd say "Don't cry... here's coffee... you love coffee ,right, little girl ? ... coffee in a million varieties.... you'll love it... come now...pick and choose ? " ... he'd say "There's soft jazz to give you company in every part of my world... I know it drives my sweetheart into a trance..." he'd show me streets with a million musicians playing to their heart's content... uninhibited... expressing every iota of imagination and...passion...

He'd show me a greenish blue ocean bordered by a line of mountains... he'd show me the blissful coexistence of the bright sun and a chilly but gentle wind... yes... I found it very cold when I initially set foot... now I can appreciate the beautiful interplay of moderate heat and the chilly cold Pacific winds...

He'd show me a million games I could learn..and play ... and led me to the pleasant realization that I was good at most of them... I felt happy with myself..but would still not smile...

He'd try and say "beauty exists in the world... have a look around you... if honesty and uprightness are the words for that in your directionary, have a look into the hearts of people in my world... pure, crystal clear... how can someone NOT be beautiful if they don't know what dirt is ? " As if I'd listen to him...I'd say "very good".. but don't ...DONT come near me...

he persisted... he'd show me the way to look at bonds I was already building which I wouldn't give any importance to... and bonds I was trying to keep, which were shredding me to pieces...but bonds which he feels will persist..."good-hearted idiot" , I complimented him.

He showed me people dancing with glee in his world... got me into dancing... and said "Go... you are an artist... let go of yourself... let grace rule...go ! " ... I listened to him... would be all smiles while dancing... but would come back home and say "thanks for everything... but that doesn't permit you to get any closer."

He showed me what financial independence means - the pain of being impecunious... and the pleasure of having a great bank balance , single-handedly achieved by one... he'd say " Off you go, Miss. Affluence... go splurge... which one would it be - cookies and cream.. or missisippi mud... or the icecream with walnuts on it ? ". I'd smile... happy in the realization that I was capable of this much and more... but I'd still say " Ok.thanks for saying such nice things... but stay where you are".

He knew my strength - teaching and mentoring people... and got me to teach a few kids... I saw him hiding while I was teaching kids... and feeling completely in control... and my quiet ,hot tears of joy every time a student said " She is the best..."... "Oh..that session was awesome..you are great..." ... "Your approach to the whole thing is fabulous... you are SO brilliant...! " ... "God bless you for making a difference to our lives..." ...

His persistence... the beauty of his world... the simplicity thereof... God, how will I ever be in a position to live far from it ? ...

written as I sit in a computer lab on campus... just having deposited my check... nescafe by my side... a tam song playing on my sexy headphones... a week well spent...a good weekend to look forward to ,with some of my best friends... and lots of dancing... and spanish classes and ...

and a smile on my face...

Dedicated to an angel in a small city on the West Coast of North America.

Immensely inspired...

The mystery presented...
the veil of simplicity
to shield pure greatness and class

the superiority possessed
under a gentle and warm
cover of humility
that accepts all

quiet but steady adherence
to worthy principles
the easygoing style of greatness...

protection and concern
concealed by an air of comfortable detachment
betrayed only by eyes that cant lie...

Can I walk the path.. ?
It seems impossible...
but can you challenge reality ?

Musings of a Blind Man.

Can I walk the roads alone ?
Why am I this scared ?

Do I fear torture
Or pain ?
What if I fall down ?

What am I doing now ?

Is it better to live alone
Walk alone
Aware that peril beckons
When you walk alone on the road
Braced for it.. and careful enough ?

Or seek help from the company
Ok…let me travel a bit
To a country with nice, friendly people
They all take so much care…
But when it comes to helping me cross the
Road… why aren’t they helping me ?

Oh… I’m not the only blind man here…
They can’t see me….
Oh…

What do I do now ?
Ah…let me go to my own land
And seek help
They are not blind
They’ll see me
And help me

So, I go…

On my way
I have a dream…

I walk the road
People willingly hold my hand
Walk me down the road
I tell myself happily… “why didn’t I come here earlier ?”

Half way down the road
Heavy traffic
And the effluvium
Suffocating me
Suffocating my helper too
He runs away

I wonder
He probably is getting
Too affected by the fumes….
Or… doesn’t he like my hand ?
My perfume ?
My smell ? …
What did I do ? …

I hear a kingsized motorbike…
“hello there.. how are you doing ?”
“you know that if you are found on the
middle of the road, you shall die”
I splutter… “but..i am blind…”

“Blind…and you crossed half
the distance…who are you kidding ?”
“Where’s my gun ?…”

S I L E N C E

I thought I was just blind
Now I couldn’t hear anything
I couldn’t smell anything
Not even my favourite perfume
The one that I was wearing that day
Hey… I couldn’t think…
How wonderful my friends would say…
The blind guys’ uninformed talk…

But somewhere in that deep sleep, I realized that my dream was reality…
For neither can I see a dream nor reality…
Everything is…
Blind men realize it half the way down…
And pay a heavy price…

A kid goes from
lower kindergarten to
upper kindergarten...
but he's still a cute li'l
kid...

a student finishes
first year of high school
and moves on to the next
but he's still a student
with academic pressures only

again, in college
there isn't much difference between
sophomores and seniors

why is it that once you
finish college
and move on to further
qualify yourself academically
the world suddenly looks at you
as a 'grown-up' individual...

and expects you to be a
block of stone
of infinite stability
and responsibility levels ?

why are we 'old' ?
does it seem stupid
if I now want to stop to
stare at lovely looking
flowers or colourful
candies in a supermarket ?

why does it seem intolerable
if I throw tantrums for
eating and sleeping ?
why should i do
only the right thing ?

has life decided to give me
no more chances ?
no more wrong steps now ?

why is the word 'decisive'
killing me ?

i want to walk the path of life
as it comes
why is there this thought
"its time now..to decide
where you want to go...
what you want to do...
who you want to
be with..."

why should i
not behave like a
new student to
a foreign school
who's unable to
forget her old friends
and doesn't want to make
new friends ?

what is so 'sinful' about this ?

why can't i NOT 'not listen to'
"everyone manages fine...
your seniors did
your peers are
and most of your juniors will..."

there are times when i myself
wonder
why i can't seem to move on
there are other times when i
do make conscious efforts to move on
succeed, externally

but the heart can't be deluded...
can it ?
mine can't be..its too smart...
to make up for that soft head...!

a shore...
i see sand
i see lots of crabs..
which i am scared of..

i see a lot of
shells
which i'm crazy abt
collecting

but i also fear
that the shells may
contain some creature
inside

i see a variety of stones
i see sand castles
constantly being made
by effervescent children

constantly being washed away by the sea
but which returns the sand in the form of wet mud
which can be better used
to build steadier mud castles...

the reader may not
understand what i'm driving at
...natural, dear friend

for i have no clue either...

God...are you listening ?

why ????