Aboli

journey

lines

Parallel lines never meet,
not even in an imaginary world.
till horizon they remain on equal distance.
same distance between the lines
make them going in right direction at right pace .
You and I are like these lines,
which will never meet.
I'm so trying to reduce the distance,
but then I'm losing my identity...
I won't remain parallel to you.
It will be an intersection...
an intersection gives more broken lines...
no continuity.
It destructs identity of both of us.
I'm wondering if destruction is more peaceful...
at least it will bring an end to all this continuous journey..
or to avoid all these destructions...
I shall walk till the end...
thinking...we will meet in some dreams...
since dreams doesn't have calculations...
Its just a belief.

Travelling

Wrinkles

Sometimes I wonder
these quiet moments
teach you...tell you
so many things
which can not be told
by spoken words...

Sometimes when I sit quietly
sipping hot coffee,
going through all the small details
Big decisions,
Wrong mistakes,
Fractional temptations,
leading to deep frustrations...
all these are taking you somewhere...

I will call it - Evolving everyday
its all part of growing everyday!!

I was observing my reflection
on the window panel,
I could see wrinkles on my face
It's a sign...
that I have struggled and fought so far...
I showed up all the time..
I have to give some credit to myself for that...
I realized, I have EARNED those wrinkles...
I'm not growing old
I'm becoming richer inside.

Talking eyes

I always gets fascinated by eyes. They talk a lot! You don't need words, sometimes a glance is also sufficient to explain things. whenever I meet somebody for the first time the first thing I notice is one's eyes and then smile. I look directly into the eyes and I think it shows few qualities of the person. when you greet somebody with or without the smile or the amount of smile on your face talks a lot about you as a person :)

random

I have got a new sketch book with colourful papers...so I'm doodling a lot!

waiting

flying in the air

change

“The boy knew lot of people in the city. That was what made traveling appeal to him-he always made new friends, and he didn’t need to spend all of his time with them. When someone sees the same people everyday, as had happened with him at the seminary, they wind up becoming a part of that person’s life. And then they want the person to change. If someone isn’t what others want them to be, the others become angry. Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own. “

The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho

scribbles

from my sketch book

Few...

Few moments

Have taken my breath away

Few monsoons

Have carried my home away

Few dreams

Have taken my sleep away

Few risks

Have taken my future away

Few people

Have shaken my belief away!

one liner

I read it somewhere -

Losing your mind is a luxury for middle class people!

It can't be

Many thoughts are stuck inside me,

I’m not allowing them to come out.

I’m doubtful whether it is right enough to spell them out…

We have many boundaries which we have created for ourselves,

I feel I’m trapped in that somewhere…

I have to help myself,

this phase in life has been really long …as far as I remember..

I’m just standing still

With same thoughts

Same questions

Unbearable answers

Contradictory situations

And a hopeful heart….

That doesn’t allow me to express myself loudly

Its keeps murmuring something or the other

And I keep resisting myself.

It’s like a war between two people inside you

One is good and the other is bad!!

Negative side of our own is difficult to accept…

Bad person is making me stubborn, doubtful, closed and judgmental

Good person is making me neutral …

I always say, everyone is right at their place,

Situations make them good or bad.

At this time, I can’t say both are right at their places…

It can not be.

nice forward mail

God doesn't give you the people you want. He gives you the people you NEED - To help you, to hurt you, to leave you, to love you and to make you into the person you were meant to be.

:)

Saying "I love you" is a conversation, not a message. - Douglas Stone

Home

“So what does “home” mean for me?

I guess…it’s the one place I can be dressed in pajamas all day long; where the cook doesn’t raise his eyebrows if I have ice cream for breakfast, lunch and dinner ( no, I’ve never actually done that!); where I can leave my paint brushes to dry alongside my toothbrush and where I don’t have to ask permission to use the oven at 2am for firing porcelain bowls that I decorated with ceramic paint the night before. It’s where I can be rude to my house partner yet neither he nor I can throw the other out. Where we mute all the T.V. commercials and instead of being polite about watching mindless junk, we can have furious arguments; where I can have guests who irritate me rather than be the one who irritates my host; where I am the one whose signature is requested by couriers who wake me up in the afternoons.

In short, it’s the place where I can behave badly to my heart’s content! A rare and pleasurable treat."

By author Manjula Padmanabhan

over heard conversation -II

Yesterday while going back home I heard this -

An old man was standing in the semi crowded bus and his wife sitting next to me, enquiring about the address they wanted to go.

One person stepped on his feet while going ahead in the bus.

Old man: Arre dekho to sahi…

After sometime another person stepped on his feet while going ahead.

Old man: Yeh boot pahanewale logonko patahi nahi chalta shayad kisine chappal bhi pahani hai!

I kept thinking about his statement.

Love!!

'Hey, Oliver, did I tell you that I love you?'

' No, Jen.'

' Why didn't you ask me?'

' I was afraid to, frankly.'

' Ask me now'.'

'Do you love me, Jenny?'

She looked at me and wasn't being evasive when

she answered:

' What do you think?'

'Yeah. I gues. Maybe.'

I kissed her neck.

' Oliver?'

'Yes?'

'I don't just love you...'

'Oh Christ, What was this?'

' I love you very much, Oliver.'

Love Story , Erich Segal