Friday, September 26, 2008

Dadaji's embers...

Sometimes there's no right way to say goodbye. Since I never got a chance, Im hoping these flowers will reach you somehow.

Thursday, September 25, 2008


"Every journey has roads. Every road has it's twists and turns. Every twist and turn leads in a certain direction. Choosing direction is up to my compass, but choosing the journey is up to me."
- Anonymous cheesy quote off the internet!

"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."
- Emily Bronte

"Love of mine, someday you will die, but I'll be close behind, I'll follow you into the dark..."
- Death Cab for Cutie

"Perry the Platypus! Your timing is impeccable. And by impeccable I mean completely peccable!"
- Dr. Doofenshmirtz

"You shouldn't even think it! Racism is a crime!"
- Atteshwar Prasad

- Roundy Aundy!

"Don't tempt fate!"
- Ayee

Tuesday, September 23, 2008


Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
There's a ticking all around.
Like time is closing in.
And all that's left to say is stuck somewhere deep within.
All it wants is to be heard. Not felt. Nor understood.
It resonates around, engulfing all it chances upon.
Its clear and even tones, devoid of all harmony.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
This ticking, so pronounced, is from within.
Its hollowness is a reflection of what's beneath the surface.
This ticking is a struggle, to say what is hidden.
It's resonance, a secret, that shall always be lodged.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Chocolate smears...

Music. Chocolate to my soul.
As I sit by my window...
Faint and distant, occasionally becoming clearer.
Its presence bring joy, lightheartedness.
But it's the taste I love most.
Its bitter-sweet emotions. Like chocolate.
Music. Chocolate to my soul.


I love to go a wander,
Along a mountain side....
And as I go a wander,
I wonder if I will ever be complete....
Or if I shall always stay lost in my endless incompleteness,
Much like this mountain side I wander.
I wonder if maybe, someday, I shall find me....
As I wander, wonder....

Friday, September 19, 2008

Through A Glass Darkly...

This is a quote from a book I have read and re-read until it's words threatened to ooze from every orifice.It's called 'Through a glass,Darkly' and it's by Jostien Gaarder. The book is about life and death and how both are impossible to run away from. The following quote is to be savoured once it's meaning is truly understood.

"The angels in heaven can never be destroyed.That's because they do not have a body of flesh and blood that their soul can be parted from.That's not how it is in creation.Here everything is destroyed very easily.Even a mountain is slowly ground down and becomes earth and sand in the end. There's mischief afoot in nature.There's trouble brewing in creation.
You don't always understand completely what you have created.For instance I can draw or paint something on a piece of paper. That doesn't mean I understand how it is to be the thing I've drawn.What I draw isn't alive after all. And that's what so strange: that I'm alive!"