Attempt at Poetry

Stand by me, stand by me;
The illusion of you is so comforting.
Suddenly, the past is a blur and
The path ahead so clear,
the light fills my eyes. I can't see.

Such bliss, this is;
Unbelievable, pure, soothing.
Pain dissolves, and regrets wash away,
Like dust from leaves
When it rains. Bliss.

And I flow with the current;
Not knowing where it leads me.
For I have you. You will not deceive me, will you?
And so it flows, this river
Of bliss and faith. Perhaps, even infinity.

And every river that flows
Brings a promise; the ocean.
And as I flow along, I get caught in a fallen tree,
The river, it doesn't stop for me.
And light fills my eyes;
Only this time, I can see.

And it strikes me like a bolt of lightening,
That illusions have toyed with my mind.
The world comes to a standstill,
Breath abandons me for a moment
As I fight the tide to reach ashore; struggling.

Emotions flood the mind
But the thirst for survival is so strong
That I am numb.
And then, I am alive.
Solitude, not loneliness, freed me from the bind.


I just wrote this. I know its far from being refined. I don't have a name for it though. Let me know if anything strikes you if/when you read it.

The fourth minute

Its been a couple weeks since I hit the gym. Hopefully, this time around I'll stick to it. Its been good so far, with a few minor cheating spells *grins*. The weight is coming off slowly, but most importantly, I'm feeling stronger.

I work eight hours, and although its nothing great (considering its a campus job), I still have to run around a lot and it makes me tired by the end of the day. Yesterday was one such day. I went home and crashed. I was so exhausted, I didn't want to move a finger. And I slept. Woke up at 8pm. It was late, but I decided to head to the gym. Hadn't been to the gym for the past two days. I thought I'll walk, and not run, because I was already tired. Something, is better than nothing - I was thinking.

And then I turned on my dear old faithful mp3 player, and ran. Today, for the first time in a long, long while, I ran continuously until the fourth minute. And it didn't make me tired. I remember the moment of surprise, when I expected my body to get tired, calf muscles tightening and about to give up. But it just didn't happen at 2min30s. It was such a rush - literally and figuratively!

*Music - Fleetwood Mac*

After a good 2 hour workout, I came home, and crashed. This time, tired - but ecstatic.

So a friend asks..

...but why is happiness like a mango?

Well, its like this dear friend.

Most people crave it. Considering most people are not masochists. What I like about them is that they're both seasonal. If only happiness was as predictable as the Indian summer months! But that's where it lies, the value of the mango. And by its absence from the rest of the year, it maintains its value. And that is how happiness is - valuable and sought out. Only, much more unpredictable. And both must be savored when they arrive, for they won't stay forever.

The Beatles wrote a song "Happiness is a warm gun". I picked up the "happiness is.." concept there. But the "mango" is mine.

:)

The nth blog..

It took me 3 days to think of a gmail id. And another two for the name of the blog. And of course, another day, to think of the blog link name. Why is it so difficult to pick names?

When I started thinking about this blog name, I thought I wanted it to represent who I am. I thought about it for long, attempted registering a few, but none were available. I wonder what would happen if they did that for names, in general. Well, the world would be a much safer place - with a lot more words than we know!

I finally thought of my most favourite Mahavishnu Orchestra composition. And that's what my email is about.