This nimble fleet of time
Upon the strings of music
Beat of my heart.
Boundaries that begin to jar and blur| black velvet dresses|forever wanting that something and that something only| finding new solutions for old problems| this nothingness that pervades everything|A blank sheet and lots of ink pens| to write and write and write| oh what joy!| item numbers one can dance to| being, giving, loving| never knowing what's there for you| far and away| telephones that refuse to ring| I will walk this deserted island to know time and me| I will never be surprised by you or them| They, them and theirs does not equal to I, me and mine| fictional stories that have creative beginnings| the ever wonderful sunshine after the rains| sky could be orange this evening but the morning shall be yellow as ever| cardamom tea with breakfasts| angled and divided causes precision| the harder you work the better you feel, the better you feel, the harder you work| I shall continue typing| I shall continue this writing| every genre has a style that is memorable| memories made from heaven|
Standing through bus journeys|Chapatis for breakfast| Red ear phones| if you want a fight, I may not give you a 'fight'| Displacement of respect in the place of love| Will it work out?| Random negative thoughts in life| The open cubicle with a desktop| Not knowing 'when-to-give-up?'| The chirping of morning birds| What an evening to remember| Happier than ever| Feeling the primitive need to grow-and keep growing| Never understanding a direct straight point| a non-repetitive way of living | for some, 'stability' means everything| Rs 140 a day = $ 2 a day| 'no' to everything doesn't make me feel good| Looking for the experience and not the feeling| Love already is everything you want it to be| This endless liking for life| Why must one run away?| What is that which is precious but costs nothing| An alert manner of being and living| Honoring oneself so that, we can honor another|