" The smell of first drops of winter rain,
Refresh your soul :
Resonate strings in you that you never knew had existed.

It brings about that smile of contentment,
And ignites a fire in you for you to carry on with your daily chores with an accelerated zest.

That moment, when ideas start to flood thy brain,
And your mind is engaged in a mental aerobics it enjoys,
Rather than stagnating blankness which persists mostly. "

|| People love those,
Who have learnt to love themselves... ||

~~ Green lustrous grass sparkles the sidelines,
Shadows blink as we walk along,
Barren immensity fails to overpower us,
As we glide through waters of laughter and love ~~

* Dust danced in light ablaze,
Random we'd once thought it to be
Brownian, we now know;
Bright patterns stitched across our complacent lives
In a symmetrical symphony which we fail to see... * 

|| Through the slit across the azure blanket and scattered clouds,
Mountain peaks shimmered in gold... ||

"His love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street"

I add: His love was like driving a new Maserati "high speed" down a dead end street; its funny how even though you know you are gonna crash, you risk the drive.

~~ If what I see,
Is what I am...

And what I see is distorted,
Then who am I ? ~~

* Life is a funny paradox. *

" Life is a living dream,
Awaiting the paint of your imagination... "

~~ That which resides in all beings, from neuron firings to intergalactic space, our origin, and our fate, that which seeks, that which realises, Physics is a word only too little to fit it all in... Like a star, hiding the mysteries of its workings, yet the cause of existence... ~~

|| Withered portraits of past suddenly glisten in gold...
Ashes that remained astray fly in again to form where they broke...
Rummaged walls with creaks that tore, now let out light aglow...
Scathed memories now congregate to dance across bewildered eyes in a merry charm... ||

"Maybe I'll be another withered dust of past,
Ashes scattered in comforting entropy....
But they shall exist in some state, I believe, 
That if decoded shall be me..... "

|| Sometimes, its cold.
Really cold,
Outside and Inside...
When static complexities 
Imprint their chaos 
On a brain too fragile...
When what you seek,
Always remains either a dream too far,
Or a lost dream of past...
When memory strands of regrets and loses remain,
While that of brighter moments fade.... ||

"Had a beautiful realization today : There's no reason to be angry or depressed by a beautiful dream that couldn't last as long as you wanted it to... the best you can do is smile, and hope that someday you might see it again... "

~~ Sometimes in relationships, it's not the distance that matters, but people ~~

|| Sometimes I wish for earth to cave in, and swallow me, in its immensity, without any human relations or its complexities of misunderstanding and unmatched frequencies.... ||

~~ I look out, into the horizon, yet all seems bleak... I walk out, I am free, with only a burden on my chest... Words that would never be expressed... I'll look out for every dawn and the dusk, for traces of memories to recollect... A heart too weak... A brain too complicated... ~~ 

" un-happenings are just not happening, man.... "


( I seem to have lost myself in monotonic shade of grey, even though the world riots its fluorescent colours, they are far away, blurred visions of brightened existence marred by its distance... ) 

"My eyes are wide open, lost in the starry skies that light up the darkness, as the world sleeps, I awake to the brightened night that unveils its secret to me, enveloped in the oceanic cosmos, I discover my roots, my being, enlightened to a sacred beauty as galaxy breathes... "

|| The clouds thunder.... raindrops splintering the static blanket of monotonicity .... I am revived from the dreaded muteness of dreams...  ||

~~ Lost in blue stark bareness,
Shuddered coldness in vicinity… 
Brave heart takes upon the silver sword,
Penetrating the sun…
Opening chasms of coffins where lay the dead… ~~

* Life is as stagnant as water in a drain if you do not create ripples in it, 
Life is just grey and not a rainbow unless you let your imagination roar wild,
Life is just a march parade rather than a skip, hop, run across the vineyards if one keeps restraining, 

So life is what you make out of it and I believe to fantasize it, and make it as glamorous as I'd wish it to be. Childlike innocence and curiosity is what most people lose with aging : that, which takes them away from happiness in almost everything and anything one sees *