Send them love

“Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.”

~ Mitch Albom

It breaks my heart to have parted ways with so many dear people…people that used to be such a tremendous source of belonging in my life. I don’t know what the future brings, whether these paths might converge again, but I cherish them, I miss them sorely, and I send them love.

In 50 words: Post 3: The dripping

An artist struggles all his life to empty himself. To die dry of every trickle of art.

He wastes his many years in synchronizing his feet and heartbeat with the world’s.

The stagnant pool of  art rises, chin-deep, eye-deep, then blinds him and he sees. Inside. And he starts dripping.

Ain’t a single day

Ain’t a single day in my life where I don’t want to sing.

Ain’t a single day in my life where I don’t want to write a song.

Ain’t a single day in my life where I don’t want to dance.

Ain’t a single day in my life when I don’t want to teach someone something I know, and make them feel happy.

Hurray! I just narrowed down the ocean of things I have wanted to do, to 4 things I don’t want to spend a single day without doing.

 

Now you try. If you’re honest, it’ll take you seconds.

The other life

A beautiful little home, above whose roof the rain-drenched branches of trees swayed in the wind, for their leaves to rustle and play until the winds had put themselves to sleep.

An open quadrangle in the heart of the house, with plenty of plants for the afternoon sun to pamper and plenty of space for me to hum and dance around.

A shed in my little backyard, walled with red bricks and floored with stone, where I would gather bright little children in the evenings to choreograph a beautiful dance or play.

No great accumulations of wealth. No desire for fame. No heed of the worldly restrictions. No city life. A life surrounded by nature, children and their love. A life lived immersed in art, and cherished in the hearts of a few children of tomorrow.

That, as impossible as it sounds, would be the other life of mine.

The Voice

Sometimes its harder to listen to your own voice than to the voice of people around you. And there are always more voices than words, and more words than wisdom. And words that confine the mind are often more audible than words that set it free.

The world, when it is mad at you, will tell you you cannot accomplish anything. When it is loving, it will make you believe you can do anything. And whether you believe the world or not is your choice, but to choose believing it over you own voice is folly.

Nobody is born with an inner voice. But having led a life without heeded to it is worse than having lived a life of glory dancing to the voices of the world.

Look who’s here…its ‘New Year’!

I love this time of the year. No matter what the year took us through, we never let it go without appreciating it. Some of us party, some of us spend some ‘quality’ time with our families, and some people like me sit back and enjoy back to back movies at home, a piece of pizza in one hand, an a glass of chilled coke in another. Continue reading “Look who’s here…its ‘New Year’!”

I’ll miss you, MJ!!

I was perched on my sofa watching some entertainment show on TV last night. Somewhere in the middle, the show got boring, and I was lulled to sleep. I was probably halfway towards a nice deep sleep when I heard a familiar song from my brother’s room. Something about that song made me wake wide up and then, feel uncomfortable. It was then that I realized, the song was ‘Black or White’ by Michael Jackson. Continue reading “I’ll miss you, MJ!!”