Story of eons and ages

Age seems to be a swindler. With the Fourth Dimension changing continuously, there isn’t anything that remains stationary. Many things come and go; many people become part of your life and leave you for good. There are many deceptions. Age is the biggest deceiver. My favorite quote goes like this:

You can’t hold back the dawn
Or stop the tide from flowing,
Or keep a rose from withering
Or still a wind that is blowing

And time cannot be halted
In its swift and endless flight
For parting is sure to follow meeting
As day comes after night.

Age hasn’t betrayed me as yet, but empathizing with an aged person, who has lost his/her partner, a rhyme that struck me goes like this:

The feelings so fresh, on the damp yellow pages
The story so new, of eons and ages
The ink is faded, but shines in its blue
The pen is jaded, but it still writes for you

The fragrance so bright of the dried red rose
The color of your eyes, with all cares composed
The petals are fragile with leaves and thorns
These things remind me of auburn dusks and golden dawns

The broken glass pieces still carry the scent
They speak out their hearts, everything that I meant
The candles don’t burn, but they enlighten my room
The picture frames remind me of our days and doom

For ages, your face has been the same
Your eyes speak sagas; your smile takes my name
A picture I don’t need to reminisce with the bond
You still are with me, even when you are gone!

I live alone and love the days
Age seems to deceive me as I travel my ways
But feelings are fresh, as I go through the pages
Our new-fangled story of eons and ages!!!!!

--yamini

Different shades

The shades of grey seem to fill my canvas of life
There is an entirety in the black and white
I wish to colour the canvas so red
But all I can sketch is in the shade of grey

The feelings so blue seem to encompass my horizon
There is a unity of blue and purple
I wish to see the horizon so orange
But all I can see is the shade of blue

The dreams so yellow seem to disillusion my aims
There is a perplexity in yellow and white
I wish to colour my dreams so green
But all I dream is the shade of yellow

NIGHT LIFE......

I thought I would freak out and have some fun
I thought I would shake a leg after bidding adieu to the sun
I thought I’d find myself, when everyone’s lost
I ended up in smoke and fire without any cost

The sloppy guys intoxicated the air
They blistered their lungs with absolutely no care
The music seemed to drop souls down
The spirits ran high as the ice cubes drowned

The ladies flaunted their skirts and heels
They amused the hunks with a dare-bare deal
The strings sounded harsh, the drums exploded
Booze poured down as sorrows eroded

LP and pink floyd was crowd’s demand
The DJ played well on the frank command.
Music calmed down many a soul
Rhythms were on track, minds out of control

I freaked out one night and had great fun
I shook a leg on music without any concern
I kicked the grief and chased the blue
The smoke seemed silver, with the midnight dew!!!


For the very first time when i stood under the moon at 1' o clock in the night, in front of a disc, sipped coffee after that, in CCD, i thought about the situation which led to an ambiguity..... I could have had a guilty conscience for not being back home before 10, or i could have enjoyed the experience... I did enjoy the experience.. escalating the first post, here is another "first time" i would cherish all my life... an obscure optimist can't do anything else!!!!!

First Blog, first post….

When I was ten and something, I made my first ‘group’ of friends. They were the best buddies I had and still have!!! They were good at so many things, and I did so many good things, for the first time in my life.
It was the first time I got to live the adventure I always wanted to!!! We climbed trees which had branches at 15 feet from the ground (I still wonder how we did that), we had names for all the trees in our compound, we fought on what names the trees should have, we walked on the parapet wall of the Building- when it was 4 feet (before construction) we did that confidently and when it was 10, we still walked on it without fear!!! , we stole guavas from the neighbor’s house, until the old lady scared the hell out of us, distributed the entire lot we had gathered, shared the scolding we got from our parents……..
we played hide and seek and hid where we weren’t supposed to hide. We went around the entire colony looking for certain species of flower, we discussed what happens to the spirits during the day time, and we spent hours on the apartment terrace talking about our dreams…..
During the summer holidays, we went cycling to the university campus, although we didn’t know the way. After reaching in there, we explored different paths of the campus all alone…
And the feeling of relief which we got after seeing each other back at the starting points still makes me smile…..
There were so many ‘first time’s to so many things….
Writing this post is just another one…..
I dedicate this post to the guys who made my ‘first times’ so damn special!!!