The theory about 'You' and 'Me'

This is the thing here,I have a theory.

a theory about you, me and our time.

and may be its a silly theory

but its worth making a story.

The story goes like usual,

a boy from north and a girl from west,

whats not usual is the rest,

Cause they have nothing which makes them

looks like they belong to the same picture.

As apart as night and day,

like house rock and classic jazz

One in Mesopotamia and other from Galloway.

But still they fell good, as good as it gets.

And she dwelled upon if he could really see

and there he dreams and weaves and sings

she didn't know whats making him stay

and that's where the theory comes in.

Its like pieces of a puzzle

none like other and none matches,

Each one to make other whole,
because a complete story needs all its pages.

I say, I don't get you most of the time

and I know you don't either.

as mad and impossible this theory sounds,

its extraordinary because it brings us together.

- Clementine

Not here or there

I love airports.

The constant chaos and buzz, the sound of planes on runway, the smell of coffee and the most important the lost look of everyone. No one there thinks about the present but have some story going on in their mind about past or future. Some are sad, some dreamy, hopeful,  some are happy and some are exhausted. But all are living anywhere but present, suspended in time, waiting for things to happen.

No one has time to judge you and even get to know you. The slightest nod, wish or acknowledgement is considered as a warm gesture.

I want to spend a day in a airport cafe lounge, preferably the one where I can see plains airborne, and baristas in action and my kindle fully charged. People coming and going, I can make as many stories as I want.

What a day that would be! :)

Cumulus Clouds

- '...And see those clouds?'
- 'Hard to miss.'
- 'Those are cumulus clouds. Did you know that?'
- 'I'm sure I should.'
- 'They're the best ones.'
- 'How come?'
- 'Because they look the way clouds are supposed to look, the way you draw them when you're a kid. Which is nice, you know? I mean, the sun never looks the way you drew it.'
- 'like a wheel with spokes?'
- 'Exactly! and my family certainly never looks the way I drew them.'
- 'Stick figures?'
- 'Yeah with hands and feet looked like mittens..but its nice isn't it? when something matches like that?'

- Jennifer E. Smith

The problem is...

“It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.” 

― Oscar Wilde, 'Lady Windermere's Fan'

Kuch aisi baat hai.

"Ab koi sodaa koi junoon bhi nahi

Magar qaraar se din kat rahe hon yun bhi nahi,

Na jane kyun meri aankhein barasne lagti hain

Jo sach kahun to kuch aisa udaas hun bhi nahi."

Lets begin again...

To the lengthy skies

I look so lost

Am I a grim 

an albatross?

But there is sun

and serendipity

then where despair ?

it is in me 

dragging me this soul debates

all there is, but time to wait

neither you grieve nor you cry

remember, cherish, smile or try

feel you will, a waving breeze

look, you have so much to seize

pull out that solo heart

let there be a fresh start

on momentum, on sea, on life

rise to the starry skies

- R.R.

Metamorphosed

There are events in your life I'd say, of a different kind which in some ways, make you more vulnerable, in lot ways more pragmatic, more realistic. One minute your life is like one of those snow globes you see resting peacefully on shop counters, perfectly happy being an ordinary, dull little Swiss village and it takes a second to shake them up, there are snowflakes all over the place, whirling around like a snow storm.

The moment I saw 'him' standing defeated at the side of the road besides that jeep or when I saw 'her' coming out of the door in that black dress so familiar, those eyes so un familiar and un recognizable. That very scene outside of the house when I left them... are burned in my memories for ever.

I don't think I can ever look at things the same way or value or want same things. Life is full of changes and surprises and every living moment changes you in some way. You move from a city and it changes you, You fell in love and it changes you but nothing changes you more than a broken heart and regrets and losing someone beyond recovering.

There are so many new questions I have. A lot of things lost meaning and I no longer want to fight or try to get things. I feel just to get through one day and wait for things to happen as everything seems out of my control or plan. I now relate from people seeking peace and moksha.

As I said, Some events more than other changes you in irreversible way. A limestone once changed to marble is always a marble from then.