दोन प्रकारची माणसं शांत झोपतात. एक ज्यांना स्वप्नच पडत नाहीत अन एक ज्यांची स्वप्नं पूर्ण होतात. माझ्यासारखे काही अर्धवट झोपेत, उठ्ल्या क्षणाला रागात जागे होत, स्वप्नांची भुतं मानगुटीवर नेतात. कधी वाटतं स्वप्नांना आयुष्य आहे. कधी वाटतं आयुष्य हेच स्वप्न आहे! जाग यावी,निसटून जावं.

Monday, March 29, 2010

My haunted beloved dusty dungeon..

So i visited college..
My last 6 yrs but one, rest in that graveyard..

How long do lizards live?

I reached at dawn and it was peaceful..i scanned every inch of the place, recollecting every moment lived and missed greatly now..

Meanwhile came to a conclusion that fellow reptilian inhabitants have finally become extinct..

I mean one can now take a walk to the water cooler without seeing a king cobra..wow !

I was wrong..that place breeds survivers..

When i saw a lizard..i reflexly thought about the trio ever existant in my ex-room..old nasty pals..

How long do lizards live?


Who wrote that ?

The warning " do not sing " is still holding on to the bathroom door..

Having reflexly strained my vocal cords.. I couldnt sing ..still...not there..i never have..never as ever..

Who wrote that ?

Dont give a damn? Me neither..
Sorry..i m such a pest.. :)

Okay the real thing i wanted to share..
Friendship is like merciful anosmia..u may be stuck in a rotten hell..still it lets u be totally unaware and happy..

So i survived ...coz 'they' were there..my friends..the human ones..nasty old pals..missed u :)

P.s . They ll never read this.. They hate all sentimental things i write with utter devotion..
And sadly thats all that i write.. :)

Saturday, March 6, 2010

@पिंगळावेळ by G.A.

Stranger, think long before you enter,
For these corridors amuse not passing travellers.
But if you enter, keep your voice to yourself.
Nor should you tinkle and toll your tongue.
These columns rose not, for such as you.
But for those urgent pilgrim feet that wander
On lonely ways, seeking roots of rootless trees.
The earth has many flowery roads;choose one
that pleases your whim, and the gods be with you.
But now leave! Leave me to my dark green solitude
Which like the deep dream world of the sea
Has its moving shapes; corals; ancient coins;
Carved urns and ruins of ancient ships and gods:
And mermaids, with flowing golden hair
That charm a patch of silent darkness
into singing sunlight.

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