An apple today, an idea yesterday...

When someone inspires , they do it without a word, a whisper....May be I can mourn without a sob,a tear....
All it takes me to aim higher up in life is the picture of those who are up there, not physically or in a monetary sense but intellectually, psychologically....Mr.Jobs was one of those pictures and always will be a Monet for me because his masterpiece is my music and his invention is my entertainment, at least for now...
Wise were his words, wiser his actions...Peace...

Good Mornings....

The moist footsteps on marble shine as the sun lights up the house...
The sweet smell of soap and bubbles is replaced with the scent of incense sticks...
Coffee brews on the stove and the day's newspaper ruffles on the table...
As the sumptuous breakfast is laid, I hold up her tender hand, look into her smiling eyes and whisper into her ever listening ears, "What would I do if it weren't for you?"
She ruffles my hair , smiles amusingly and leaves me a wink :)

Moms are always like that aren't they? ;)

The Journey

From a long and sinuous path I turned back looking at the distance I had covered, I couldn't make out from where I had started, may be somewhere behind those hills;but I have even more distance to cover than what I had....By the way, where was I heading???Searching an Oasis,was I?
Well,I always believed that the journey is more valuable than the destination, but now I am confused; I have a lot of options, as many roads diverge from here, which one do I take?Do they all lead to the same place?
And where is my companion?Will it always be this lonely?
'It ain't a cakewalk';many warned me before I started, but I did not heed...Excitement and confidence propelled me ahead.An unexplained momentum keeps me going...It is not a journey for a few days,its a journey for a lifetime....
Those waves, that sand ,the wind that blows,
Those whispers, that voice and friendly hellos,
All gone,far away and today you know,
How it feels, when you miss things as you go,
All that's left is what you make of it,
Decisions that you must take on it,
Dreams that make you live in it,
Think it, Feel it and Make it work,
Try it , Test it and Give it all your worth....

    

Conveniently compromised

Every year we set a few goals, few of them practically achievable, few a bit difficult...But beyond our efforts (or the lack of it) we end up achieving none or hardly some...But we don't stop dreaming nor do we start working!
At this juncture, a realization has dawned upon me slowly but steadily that when we dream, we don't actually aim for it; somewhere behind, deep in our mind we are aware that it is a dream not a desire! So how do we start desiring?
We always knew how to desire for something, right from our childhood days; either while vying for the chocolates in the fridge ;) or while aiming for the coveted class monitor position :P....
Materialistic desires are powered by our conscious mind, they are substantial and can be imagined of.  Dreams may be set high, but our mind doesn't create the required craving for achieving it...
So stop dreaming, start visualizing and keep working!

On a last note I would like to present a poem I wrote;
Dream big, big is good;
But think even bigger,bigger is better;
Dreams live in your head,
But desire lives in the path you tread,
Caution is not a thing to follow,Passion would do the job :):)

Simple thoughts....

Quantify love, a curious child asked her mom...You said that I have to count the pencils in my box every afternoon at school to make sure I have all of them...You said that time was important and should not be wasted, you talk to me in terms of minutes and hours, while I can't remember my last second. You say you love me, I ask you just one thing show me your love, just like you show me the nouns in my english textbook; count your love for me just like you teach me how 2 times 3 is equal to 3 times 2, I want to make sure our equations match, I don't want to love you less than how much you love me.....If I fall short teach me how to increase my love, teach me to love.....I know you would teach me to live, but I want to learn love :)

Things left unsaid...

Every drop of tear, every laughter you hear, every spark in you, makes you feel new....

Every confession made,every promise made, they all just mean that memories don't fade.....

Words are just a part of something bigger, something deeper; while some things are beyond words... 

Sometimes just when you feel happy you may want to cry, have you ever given it a try?

Those lines I'd love to say, but I'm rather scared today,may be I ll find another wordless way or just another day....

 I finish my speech, yet there are things left unsaid ;they were worth the words but beyond their meaning.... 

Let them remain so, they would follow everywhere you go....

Tears

I cry
but my cheeks are dry
May be its my heart crying...
I fear
when nobody is near
May be it takes courage... 
I speak
when I feel weak
May be words heal better...
I mourn
when I lose my own
May be this is how death feels...
I pray
when I want good
May be everyone should....

Pray for everyone who loses a life or a loved one in terrorist activities across the world...
Mumbai can heal...But the scars would remain like everytime...
Its not fear but anger that keeps the mumbaikars determined to fight.My prayers to them...