Saturday, June 6, 2009

A pretty Saturday Afternoon

Its a Saturday afternoon. And its beautiful. Simply beautiful.

Its been cold since morning,and yet not too cold. The skies are a greyish blue but not dark enough to give it a gloomy expression. I’m tightly holding on to its soothing nature as much as I can, afraid that this feeling might just slip away before I know it. At peace, I’d call it..Isn’t this what we always chase? The peace of mind, the silent happiness. And here I’ve got it without moving as much as a finger. Yet I know that it’s short lived. The time will soon pass by and with the next responsibility that I remember, it will disappear without a trace. We work hard, chasing dreams and luxury to bequeath contentment on ourselves. Yet, without realising it, we move away when true joy is sitting right beside us. Heatedly pursuing money, a comfortable house, an ability to buy what we want. Finally when we get there, we feel immense delight, at that instant. But as the days pass by, even though this is exactly what we wanted…it still hasn’t given us the real happiness we wished for all along. And when I’m in my withered years, when I truly wish to take a stroll by that pretty little wilderness in the arcade, my weak knees probably will pull me back making me regret that I never took walks when I possessed the vigor to take one. Or wishing that when it rained, I had just sat out in the open lying on that comfortable hammock or taken that nice soak in my tub with the sweet smelling bath salts, looking at the mist settled on my frosted window. Right now, I wish I was in a quaint little cafĂ© with the smell of cinammon in the air. Lit only by skylights and with modest. wooden furnishing. Big white french windows with potted plants on the sill. The peal of the bell ringing each time someone walks in. With me curled up in a corner with a nice book and a cup of sweet and spicy tea. The image of it all seems like paradise..Isn’t that what heaven’s all about? Unadulterated joy. Despite this pretty picture in my head, I do know that if I spot a gorgeous pair of shoes displayed in a showroom, being able to buy it would also make me happy. The ability to buy myself luxury is essential to my happiness as well. That would mean that I would have to chase success and money. I seem to be wanting two completely contrasting lifestyles simultaneously. But the answer to how I would live both side by side is still a haze. An experiment Im still working on. And I truly hope that I’m led towards the right answer soon.Amen.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

A Foggy Future


A nervous chill runs down my spine.
Dust and sweat prickle on my skin.
An eerie drone fills the melancholy void
It clamps my heart from deep within.

Gaunt and lifeless, brittle and brown
Withered, they lay, leaves scattered by
I hear them crumble with every step I take
Disrupting the stillness despite many a try.

Wary, I tread ahead on the meandering trail
Into a hazy horizon, it disappears
I dread to think what peril lurks beyond
Every stride into the unknown adds to my fears

Why must have I left that habitual path?
Where the trees beckoned me to come hither
A land where the breeze, oh so ambrosial,
Gently nudged me to pace further.

Numbed by a sudden remorse,
In my tracks, I froze
A sparkle, I espied, glimmering bright
A dewdrop on a wild rose.

The sweet fragrance of earth wafted by
Rays shimmered through the canopy
A familiar sight greeted my eyes
Was I walking into a reverie?

I glanced around once more.
The path hadn’t changed, it was I
Anxious to embrace a route nouveau
I had been afraid to even try.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods
A honeyed babble plays on the breeze
A smile quivers on my lips once more
My timorous heart is yet again at ease.

The distant horizon may be obscure
Yet I’ve faith it isn’t filled with gloom.
Every hopeful stride I take
Awaits new flowers in bloom.

Monday, October 13, 2008

My 'very own' PhD on Love !


Considering that advice on love seems to be the latest 'in-thing' for blogging, here's my very own Phd on Love. Those who haven't read the first edition of PhD on love, do check www.kamotim.wordpress.com. However, since I find it rather cumbersome to write the papers on Love all by myself, I've attached links to tell you where you can find these articles. Miraculously, they also happen to be the source for the former blog.

Paper 1: 8 Mistakes theory - This is an ebook easily available on DC++.

Paper 2: Love, its Rules and a Game - Check out this link.

http://journey.reneealexandrea.com/how-women-score-men/

Paper 3: Rules according to men - Well, this was a ppt circulated among the chemical final yr batch..Ask any one of them for your very own copy!

Paper 4: What girls really mean to say. - Well..I couldn't find this one. So, www.kamotim.wordpress.com is where u should look..Though I'm hoping that this particular blogger will soon tell me where he found this paper so that I can update my list.

Paper 5: How 2 impress women? Another link.

http://www.doubleyourdating.ca/articles/0001-how-to-impress-any-woman.htm

Paper 6: The Six things that really attract women.

http://www.eseduce.com/the-six-things-that-attract-women-by-david-deangelo

Ah. I'm done. Hope you had as much fun reading as much as I did while writing, oops, compiling them. :)

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

The Red Balloon



As I lightly shuffle my feet,
Jostle my way through the marketplace.
Cries of vendors penetrate the dust,
whilst a bead of sweat trickles down my face.

A glistening red grasps my glance.
A child's fantasy, I espy.
Playfully tugging at its fastened twine,
A round, red balloon yearning to fly.

A smile plays softly on my lips.
My heart flutters as I watch it dance.
Blind to the treasure of toys around,
I feel it beckon to hold it in my arms.

Propelled by a desire naive,
I'm drawn to it like a moth to a light.
Stalled by an image of a young woman with a balloon,
Reality soon mists my craving out of sight.

Standing on the threshold of youth,
Armed to build a new life ahead.
Here I am, melted by just a balloon,
Wishing I could give it all up instead.

Perhaps if I embraced it just once,
To play with it an entire day.
Would I feel that buoyancy,
so resonant of a balloon's gait?

Being childlike didn't make me a child again.
I could play on the swing and fly my kite.
Dance while it rained on the streets,
Yet, all it bestowed was a moment's respite.

Though the moment has almost flown away,
I'm still enveloped in a lingering cheer.
Aroused from a languid monotony,
A twinkle in my eye does often appear. :)

Akshata Rao

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