Invictus

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Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Have you ever seen the rain ?

Someone told me long ago theres a calm before the storm,
I know; its been comin for some time.
When its over, so they say, till rain a sunny day,
I know; shining down like water.

I want to know, have you ever seen the rain? 
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain
Comin down on a sunny day? 

Yesterday, and days before, sun is cold and rain is hard,
I know; been that way for all my time.
till forever, on it goes through the circle, fast and slow,
I know; it cant stop, I wonder.

I want to know, have you ever seen the rain? 
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain
Comin down on a sunny day?

I’ve come to talk to you again …

Sitting in the balcony on a lazy sunday evening, looking at the still rain and an occassional thunder, I can’t help but sit and dream, but that’s my forte.

It’s just as if the universe is sending me strong signals. Everything I come across or people I meet are pointing me towards one place. And it’s really far far away from home. But, where is home I ask again ? For the past how many ever years, I haven’t lived in a place for more than a couple of years to make it my home. But, now the only question on my mind is that – should I just give everything up, pack my bags and leave !! The urge is irresistible and I think am not as brave enough. Ofcourse, reality always pulls me back. I can only dream to make it happen one day.

And then I turn my eyes back into the city, the laid back beautiful city that I’ve fallen in love with. I think about my silent walks on the narrow streets to take in everything that I see – the subtle undertones, the eclectic style that is surrounded everywhere. Sitting in bars and cafe’s and watching people is now my favorite pastime. Wonder what it is about people watching – the way they dress, talk or behave is so intriguing.  I find random things quite interesting, perhaps I need to overcome my inhibitions and start taking their pictures as well. I can pen stories about each day endlessly, this has been the best two weeks in a long time. As I write this I can hear “Sound of Silence” by Simon and Garfunkel playing in my head.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
beneath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A neon light, That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.

Yes, please don’t disturb this silence that I have carefully built around me. Let it stay.

September breeze …

 September of 2007 – I had no clue how my life would be ! Two years later, under the same September Sun, am still wondering about the same. Years, months, weeks have gone by. Days and nights don’t matter any more. It’s now down to hours, minutes and seconds. Back and forth – back and forth- life will continue. 

New beginnings – unprofessed and unexpected, heartwarming gestures only strengthen pristine faith. The sky is blue, the moon is high,  in the background of picturesque canals and lingering memories of our walk together. I’ll look forward to next September.

Still falls the rain

I love the summer rain. Sitting by the window and quietly watching the rain drops and the occasional lightening that brightens up the sky. 

The quiet dark night and the twinkling stars ….

who are you ?

And that is very insignificant !!

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