The Sound Of Hope

Again. This wooden shed. On the edge of the cliff. Relentlessly bashed by the waves, over, over and over again. Yet, so strong, it holds it's ground, or whatever it is it's standing on. The wood looks weak, and worn, maybe that's cos it is. But yet, not a single wave manages to knock it off, or better yet, break it apart entirely, soaking all that is contained within with it's intense torrent. Yet, with every single wave, a slight spray, nay, a drop manages to cling on to the wood. And then, seeping through, it manages to pass it's wooden wall, finding it's way through, and then dripping onto the parchness that remains confined in this shed. Eagerly absorbing every nearly satisfying drop, from every other wave that manages to knock on the walls hard enough.

Drop by drop, no, there's no bucket here, and even if there was, there's not just one place the drops fall from. It's dark. Too dark to see...anything. Where the drop will fall next is impossible to tell. At times, vague spots of daylight manage to filter through, but the waves block it out almost immediately.

Parched, shriveling and yearning for a drop more, this shed stays strong. Not displaying the occupant it holds so silently within. With no knowledge of how to speak, the urge to scream is unfathomable, yet, remains supressed for want of a vent. Somehow, somewhere, someone will hear this faint wisp of pure, unadulterated desperation for belonging. Maybe just outside. Maybe just feel the water. Get struck once by a wave so strong. Feel the intensity of what it has to offer. Not fall off the cliff and struggle to swim. Not drown. Not anything. Just one wave. Strong enough to knock over the shed. Shatter the wood. Set the bereaved occupant free. Just one wave. One wave. One.

Why..

For all the times we feel that we are lonely.
We walk on and always seem to look back.
But just because we do,
don't mean we ain't on the right track..

It's okay to doubt. It's okay to cry.
We're only human, so don't ask why..
Bad things happen,
when you most needed to try.
But you keep going,
cos it's the only way you'll fly..

The world out there is crazy
or maybe it's just me...
Trying to keep up with the frenzy,
I can't let things just be..

There's so much more to life
I believe, I know, I see..
And what I also know
is that it's all up to me..

Love - with no strings attached.

That, is the tagline for the movie Kites - a movie so amazing, so well-made, so ahead of it's time by Indian standards - it drew gruesome reviews from a bunch of journalists who only know left and right, black and white. Geez, I surprised myself there, I only thought of my created cube back then. But this, the color spectrum, there are 42.9 billion ways to see things - and that's not a random number mind you.. It's 2 raised to the power 32.

Enough of that. What I saw in the movie, what I realised. No interrupting songs, no unnecessary ancillary footage, just the point. One key point that went through my head during the shadow puppet scene, was that languages are such a barrier. There are infinite ways of expressing yourself - actions, music, nature, or just plain facial expressions. Life does not need to be defined within a set of boundaries, it's only when you truly break free that you live. More so about love. If you see love within a pre-defined notion - you'll never know what it truly is. There's billions of other ways to see things, and I'm glad I have chosen to do so.

Kudos to the Roshans. I appreciate all the efforts they have made in creating a masterpiece of Indian cinema. Too bad, the masses won't appreciate it, but then again, even art isn't. Show an average movie goer a Porsche 911 Turbo, and he'll say, "What, just two seats?" Where will my father-in-law and his grandfather sit?". Yes. Porsche didn't think of that either. And they never will. Because they don't have to.

Completely off-topic again. But hey, a work of art, will always have it's share of appreciators. There is art in everything, you just need to capture it the right way.

Moonrays.

As I woke up in the morning,
and opened my eyes
to the new day dawning..
I failed to realise
what for me the day was preparing..
Sun rays hit my blinding eyes..
Pure as ever, never in disguise..

Off to work, the last day of the week..
Happy I am for the cars I drive,
and the people to whom I speak.
The day would be long, that I knew..
Little did I know, the evening in store,
is only enjoyed by a few..

For that night, I met someone new..
Her smile was sweet and and her eyes were true..
I knew nothing of it,
and laughed along the way..
But my smiles and laughter,
had a lot more to say..

The eve went well and dinner was great..
What I missed was the smiling face of fate.
Late at night, my phone made a familiar sound,
but what I read, made me almost dance around..

I mention not that single line..
that in four little words would define..
the change of a lifetime, so awaited..
I closed my eyes, with a breath so bated.

Sunday, so aptly named, came along..
To a new friend's home, for lunch we would throng..
The people I met, made my day..
So many new faces, I knew were going to stay..

Off in the rain, amidst laughs and tears,
new friends were made, and conquered were fears..
Driving from one end of town to the other we were..
But twas so much fun, as I shifted up a gear..

The evening progressed ever so pleasantly..
From hard rock to soundtracks, ever so lively..
I'd forgotten not those four little words..
I wished to make them so much more revered..

Confused I was, in these matters, an illiterate soul..
Working up courage, I decided to roll..
ATM vestibule talk apart,
I let go of my mind,
and thought with my heart..

Out on the balcony, wet from the rain..
The pressure of the moment driving me insane..
I looked up at the sky, and saw the moon.
Hidden behind the clouds, bright,
like a midnight afternoon..

From behind those, came rays so bright..
Twas so beautiful, everything felt right..
Moonrays, I'd never seen them before..
I guess they only make their presence felt,
when you know there's only good times galore..

A cure they were, the moonrays played their part..
A fitting cure, healing my bleeding heart.
Which for years on end, dripped away...
A dam I felt would burst some day..

I never imagined how soon twould come my way..
About damn time, is all I had to say..
There I was, in this moment so true,
I knew it then, it had to be you..

Days go by.

Some days,
the world seems to be so busy..
time goes by so quickly,
and the day seems so easy.

Some days,
the world seems damned of all glory..
time drags so so slowly,
and the day keeps you so lonely.

Why must this be..

If it is true that the world is as we see it,
why must it change before our very eyes?
Is there anything we can hold true?
Or is it all just a bunch of comforting lies?

Some days,
the trees stand still,
and time seems to follow suit..
No breeze blows by, not one shake..
How I wish I could not be awake.

Sense in simplicity.

Inspiration hits when you least expect it. More so, realisation. The littlest of events can trigger tremendous understanding of the deepest ideas.

So many options throng the world today. Life can be as complex, or as simple, as one chooses. Take for example the driver interface in the Audi A6 or BMW 5 series. The MultiMedia Interface (MMI) in the Audi, and the iDrive system in the BMW are a complex setup of full-functional touch activated interface. Every little function is controlled by a touch on the screen, or a turn of the knob. Volvo, on the other hand, offers a simple menu, with quite a few buttons. When the novelty of the touch screen wears off, and you're through navigating the endless menus and options for something as little as home lights, you'll end up wishing there was just one button that actually did all of that, which is what is offered at Volvo. Sense in simplicity.

My point is, why complicate life when we can make it simple. Why beat around the bush when talking to people or making conversation. I just got off the phone with someone I've barely known, but that one person has spoken and made the most sense to me in the few hours we've met and talked, than most people I've known for years.

Why do some people ponder so much during a regular casual conversation? Is it that they expect it to be complex, is that what is always expected? Why can't it just be a simple sentence followed by that glorious punctuation mark called the full stop? If someone's asked, "How do you like the cake?", the response can vary from, "Mmmm.." to "It's so good. I love the creamy, chocolate layer. It reminds me of when my...blah....". And when someone does say something like, "It's good." It is taken to be something completely different.

What I also realised after my little conversation, is that some people just don't accept the simple statement you make for what it actually is. Just a theory, but, do they actually look for complexities, sarcasm, pretence, what? And then, they miss the point entirely, let alone not listening to what is being said. Why make it complicated for everyone? Why can't things be just what they are? Why, in some situations, make things much more difficult than they already are?

Life is just meant to be lived. As are dreams. If you see your life in your dreams, how hard can it be to go ahead and live your dreams?

Uncomplicate. Live. Simple, and effective.

Run

Why do we walk when we can run?

Why run, when walking makes sense..

Thoughts and ideas flow through my mind..

Deepest wishes so far declined..

Alas, no words my voice can muster..

How I wish I'd run here faster..

From then, until now

I laid in wait..

Cursing the Gods,

unwilling to accept my fate..

I waited for these feelings so true..

I never felt so lonely

until the time I met you..