Only half-lit was the night, by not the twinkles, but the checkered crescent.

The night begged for more, but the half-shaped whiteness would not relent.


“Persevere and wait you must for the full bright to arrive O black night.

For to swim the ocean depths, must you first know the cold’s bite”


In patience, the night now learned to wait,

to taste the seconds of time, to flirt with every minuscule moment of fate.

to not look over, but to look within,

to ignore the itch of forward, to look at loss with a grin.


A fortnight hence passed, the night had aged,

not in time as much, as much more in sage.

With a ready gaze now, with a learned eye,

the night awaited the full moon shine to dazzle by.


She arose now to the night that had waited,

spreading bright and brazen and strong onto the night’s breath that bated.

With renewed vision now from the times of plight,

the Earth below shone like crystal to the night.


The checkered full circle of white now bid adieu,

to a protege with grander vision, with a grander view.

With time for the small, with time for the right.

With schemes for love, over schemes for might.

If the above piece (for a lack of understanding literary classifications) seems in any way absurd, I would attribute that to the circumstance under which it was penned.

23,700 ft in the air, while on a plane between continents, packed between two elderly ladies with a penchant for loud snores, without any connection to the internet, I was left with just a pen in my hand and the Time magazine from the duty-free.

To kill time, I watched a movie called A Good Year. The movie was meh to say the least, but the music score was brilliant and inspiring. With nothing else to do, it got me thinking, and then thinking a bit more, only to finally pick up the pen before me and rile the pages of the Time magazine with 3 minutes of ink spewing in the form of words.

So with that little afterword, I say again: If the above piece (for a lack of understanding literary classifications) seems in any way absurd, I would attribute that to the circumstance under which it was penned.


Blah !

Disregarding the obnoxious morons who consider writing your heart out about your personal opinions about personal issues on blogs by considering it ‘less sophisticated’ or way below the realm of their intellectual palate, I just cant help degrade myself to writing about how indebted I am to some of the closest friends in my life. Friends are an incredibly important feature in my life and for some reason i just consider them to be paramount to everything else. I hate it when there’s a hierarchy to pass through with some people to reach a stage where you can call whenever you wish to, without the formal protocols prefacing each ensuing conversation! You know, the people who’ll be like…”oh back then?! We were just acquaintances! ” and stuff like that…
I hate changes…its like this pesky insect on the dinner table that gets into your plate of life JUST when its full of the best from the edible world (Sausage pizza with extra cheese and pineapple with a hot chocolate fudge by the side) and you’re raring to dig in ! I especially hate change when it’s found inhabiting a close friend. …you know…the one’s with whom, after a lot of effort, you’ve managed to get beyond the “we’re just acquaintances” phase !! Its a weird comfort zone with close friends and losing out on that brings change…i hate it !
Damn that pesky life sucking insect.

I write my blogs not so that people read them and comment upon them…the last thing I wish to do is send in my blog’s URL to everybody on my gtalk contact list, desperately wanting to know whether what I did with the last 5 minutes of my life was worthwhile and makes me a better person or not ! But I write here just to vent off my most absurd thoughts. So if you have an opinion about whatever I write,
a) if its about the grammar or your contrary views upon a certain line, then i really dont care and fervently wish you would die a violent death, so dont bother.
b) if its a light hearted jocular comment about whatever you think my above garble was about…then lemme know sometime, whenever we talk next…as friends….and not ‘acquaintances’ .