Sunday, August 31, 2008

Yes, the rain is again splattering and spluttering near my window. Its been raining since long today and I am enjoying every second of it. The coolness of the rain takes me to a world of lightness and serenity. It’s like music flowing into the ears. Rain was once a symbol of sadness for me, but now, I wait for it and I love the company and the happiness it gives me. I love to see myself in the peaks of happiness when it rains. Often, my love poems sprout out when it’s raining heavily. I don’t like thunders and lightening. Here, I meant just the silent dance of the silent rain. Yes…I love the weather when the water drops are just splashing and splattering beside me….

Saturday, August 30, 2008

First and foremost, I am NOT a feminist.

Feminism is not fighting for a women’s right. Rather it is making yourself acclaimed or proven worthy in a particular field. I don’t believe in being 'equal' to any man, but I believe in having a certain understanding or balance with the opposite sex and hence creating a harmony. Human relationships are mainly based on understanding, so one should be able to understand the other person inorder to make your stand ready.

One’s self is the foundation for every action and reaction that takes place. If you are confident about yourself, then there is no need to make your self forcefully proven that you mean something. If you believe in yourself, then, even if the entire world is against you, you shouldn’t worry.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

When you love the person who does not
‘seem’ to know you,
That ‘you’ might be the biggest question mark
In the eyes of everyone else,

Thursday, August 21, 2008

June 5th 2007
Walking from my home to my college, there is a long route. That route is adorned with huge green trees. The trees occupied one half of the road. Along the ‘tree road’ the rain water splashed…when we walked by it, the footprints lay behind. The road beside was congested, yet, no one seemed to have trouble driving there. I never took an umbrella during the summer. It was always cool under the leafy shelter. The large avenue took us to the broad world of knowledge vivacious with its natural beauty. The mere presence of green was the driving force of any student of my college.

June 5th 2008

Walking from my home to college, there is still a long route. The route is now adorned with metal fences and concreted roads. The trees were all sent off and I had to even witness the farewell. The road now seems even busier. The traffic does not seem to have reduced. The rain water never waited for us to leave the footprints ‘coz concrete does not absorb water. I can see saplings being planted but, how many more years will it take for those to be grown into trees.
My bag is always heavy, be it summer or rainy season, I have an umbrella with me. The natural umbrella that was once there, is now nothing but just a part of sweet lost memories. Now like the concreted college, all our thoughts have become or started to become solid. There is no inner driving force to speed up our minds. Its only if we think to make up, we can.

Oh dear trees, which adorned the college route…. I miss you so much…. I everyday wish I had passed out of college long before you were being betrayed by the same species who planted you there.

Friday, August 8, 2008

When the whole world sleeps and you have just your headphones and some good music to listen to with a mild breeze blowing from the window side, you can feel the simplicity of this world and the beauty of how you can feel so happy with yourself….you really don’t feel like having anyone else with you at that time…it’s a feeling that cannot always come in us. And if you are lucky, you can be supplemented by rain too…that too juz drizzle…
Life’s so pleasant…actually everything is pleasant. Its just how you view it and how you approach it…and for me when my mobile balance is a complete zero, I feel so light as I have no liabilities to call anyone…
But expectations are nice…just don’t expect too much…you expect your phone to blink sometime…but it may just not…no, that should matter or hinder your happiness.
An uncommon friend messaging you saying…”hey Winnie, just thought about you. So msgd…gnite “ …sweet na? such moments are precious…coz these are unexpected…

Life’s good. And will always be good…
You are like a seductive drug
That injects in me just poison
To drain off my tears and
In the end leave me dead.

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