Radiant Dreamscapes

Friday, January 28, 2005

We Indians are like this only!

This is a nice read.

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005

Soul searching

You Are a Dreaming Soul

Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you awy from this world
So much so that you tend to live in your head most of the time
You have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all...
But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficult

You are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you.
Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world through rose colored glasses.
Underneath it all, you have a ton of passion that you hide from others.
Always hopeful, you tend to expect positive outcomes in your life.

Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul, Prophet Soul, and Traveler Soul

What Kind of Soul Are You?

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Saturday, January 15, 2005

A moment to myself

Its becoming nearly impossible these days to find a quiet corner...to not be prodded into incessant and banal conversation..to have to pretend to be mildly interested..to have a conversation with oneself...to retreat and regroup ones thoughts and reenergise.

One has to connive to protect one's space..to think of excuses(lies really) as to why one doesnt answer the phone or reply to mails.

Enforced isolation, to languish and laze, to enjoy one's own company, draw a bath and read a book, sleep and wake up to a hot cup of coffee..not worry about deadlines and pending laundry.

In this moment to myself
That i need share with noone else
There is a conversation i need to have with me
In this moment to myself.

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Monday, January 10, 2005

I want....

I want patience, self respect, a nice big hug and freedom tied on a long very long loose string. I want washing the car on a Sunday morning with a soapy kid, chamois squeezes and water hose drenches. I want my intelligence appreciated despite moments of mind-boggling stupidity. I want spontaneous camping trips of tent-pitching fun to Peru and Brazil at 40, 50, 60. I want a full conversation in the morning drive to work that I can dig in and nourish myself with throughout the rest of the day and I want silences during scenic train rides that can be understood for the mistakes they may be. I want weaknesses not to be mistaken for character flaws. I want movies I can watch as comfortably as brilliant sunsets. I want a big jolly joint account with responsibilities that we, not you and me share. I want an army of support that always closes ranks behind me when I tackle the world. I want arguments to disintegrate into laughter when catalyzed by compromise. I want peace as purely as it exists in prayers we both understand and respect. I want bouquets of red roses, a hidden wish uncovered and understood and presented in a white box tied with a gauzy ribbon of white-lilac. I want faith that moves mountains to bless the best in us so that we never resort to the other's worst to feel better. I want a hot cup of coffee with legs curled up on a warm sofa set to the scent of a languid evening. I want a hand to slip into mine 5 seconds before the next time I am knocked back that tightens just so that I never need fight my demons on my own again. I want a gaze, a wink, a warmth I can toast to across a tableful of tumult, a smile between soul mates living a passion tangled score on tender reprise...

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Wednesday, January 05, 2005

Back!

aging guitars and crosswords,
sombre tunes in the daylight.
coffee on the go with friends nameless,
and conversations with mute old men.
weekends on the ledge,
with the silent nights rolling by.
my knapsack and torch lost in the melee,
a map dormant in the head with no red arrows,
but i found my way home,
to the smoky gray and the choco-a-bloc on the window
it took me a jolt to come back here,
back to the noisy peacefullness.
boomerang across the purple sky,
albeit for a while,
am back where i belong.

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