March 31, 2009

Living life: Novel

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It was not a dark night, but quite the opposite actually. ‘Celestial’. Yes ‘celestial’ was the defining word. Thought Ginny, as she criss crossed from among the vehicles, on the red light. It had been drizzling the whole day long. The persevering consistency of the little rain drops, gave a sense of momentum to the time and place, while the life slowed down to a soulful silence.

As she walked along the hedgerow, she looked at the people swirling around. The racing cars, subduing each other’s voice by heavy blowing horns. She thought, can there be a place for dreams in this world? Here, where matter mattered so much… the place was certainly was the foundation for the dreams, but the reality of the time failed them miserably. Dreams dreams dreams, she almost chanted it faithfully in her heart, as she stepped under a tree. In the conclave, she typed the first stanza of her poem in the inbox of her cell phone.

What happens to a dormant dream?
Does it hover in the sky?
Like a lost lariat?
What happens to a melted one?
Does it evaporate?
To condense when we sneeze?
And what about it’s pieces?
Do they collect somewhere in the universe?
To form a planet of dreams?

Stewing along the road, she rushed to the mall.

March 27, 2009


How long will it take..
How long do I have to walk..
In my understanding,
The confusions of life.
The shafts of light,
The flakes of experience,
The inkling is in the moment.
How difficult it is to grasp the strength of it.

From the writer's heart

From the writer's heart

It is so difficult to write….it is like lining the edge of a river…fortifying the seamless deluge of life and it’s onrushing copious flow in varied directions. It is like taming the numerous undulating waves rising and fading, in one moment, running mad; to some unknown destinations…it is the pouring out of thoughts…giving vent to imagination. Putting soul in the inanimate world of heart, it is making the soul of life So palpable, that the reader can feel is making people realize…life is not about working…it’s about breathing the spirit of life…and reaching out the
Recesses of heart and brain…