Wednesday, February 29, 2012

One Glance

Montreux, Switzerland

                           I hate love and you love hate.
                           In our hearts, we are all the same.
                          Just one stolen glance in to our eyes.
                          And, what we were and what we became.


                                                                                               - HAUSLE BULAND

Photo Credit: 'ME'  :-)

Monday, February 20, 2012

Lost Cause

Leysin, Switzerland


                                     Through the faint light of the frozen flame,
                                     He glanced at the shine of the blunted sword.
                                     Fallen men at his feet. A Lost Cause within.
                                     He Closed his eyes and mightily he roared.


                                                                                                         - Hausle Buland

Lost Causes are the only causes worth fighting for. 
                                                                       (Mr Smith Goes to Washington, 1939)

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

LEAVES OF THE FALL


                                         
                                
                                  Sitting on the bench, you are alone and cold.
                                  You feel weak inside, but you are acting bold.
                                  And I forgot to give you your prettiest shawl.
                                  Still, you ask, why leaves fall in the fall.

                                  You wanted me to hear your untold stories.
                                  A fool I was, looking for instant glories.
                                   I can't remember, what I was trying to recall.
                                  Still, you ask, why leaves fall in the fall.

                                   Every time you see me, I Smile my best.
                                   You don't say much but silently protest.
                                   And, I leave you alone to dance in the hall.
                                   Still, you ask, why leaves fall in the fall.

                                   The gloomy fog between us never clears.
                                   Should we 'accept' after all these years?
                                   Perhaps, We never knew each other at all.
                                   Still, you ask, why leaves fall in the fall.

                                    Big words of mine will shatter on the ground.
                                    Once I am gone, you will never see me around.
                                    For every tormented soul, trapped in the wall.
                                    Slowly, Gracefully, Leaves will fall in the fall.

                                                                                - HAUSLE BULAND 

P.S - Photo Credit. Who Else, but me? :P
Location - Uetliberg, Zurich, Switzerland.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Yarn of Words(Aakriti Malik) - Changed URL - UPDATE

Hello Readers,

For a change, I am not talking about myself here. :P

If you have spent some time in blog ville, it is unlikely that you haven't heard of Yarn of Words (by Aakriti Malik), and  just in case  you haven't  its never too late. :D

The URL of her blog has changed from http://aakritimalik.blogspot.com/ to http://cupfullofwords.blogspot.com/ . The previous URL is not working and this may have left some of you dis-heartened, sad, depressed or I don't know. You may not be getting the updates on your dashboard or google reader.

So, stop wondering. Her blog is very much alive and kicking. Her cup is over flowing with words. Please redirect yourself to the new URL and continue your journey in to her world. (You may have to unsubscribe and subscribe again to get the updates).

She says sorry though. Bless her
Happy Reading.
Chao




Monday, February 6, 2012

Hmmmm.......OK


HOW ARE YOU? HOW AM I?
YOU JUST SIGH. I JUST LIE.

IF LIFE WAS A PAINTING, IT WOULD LOOK LIKE THIS.
A FEW GLORIOUS HITS. MOSTLY NEAR MISS. BUT, ALWAYS BLISS.

I WAS HERE BEFORE YOU CAME.
I WILL BE HERE AFTER YOU ARE GONE.
KEEP WALKING IN THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT.
I AM WAITING FOR YOU. AND FOR THE DAWN.

 P.S - Photos taken at Uetliberg, Top of ZURICH. Not by me, but never mind. :D

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

KONTRADICTION

If I say, that I am not very expressive, then I am actually expressive. Isn't it? When I say, I do not care, then I at least care not to care. When I say, I have forgotten, I haven't actually. 

This blog is not my mirror image. It is not my letting out space. It is not my solace. It is not the only place where I can express myself freely without the fear of anything there is to fear. It never was. I am same here. I am same every where else. There is no double life, which I have to maintain. There are few things, about which I want to write. But I won't. There are a few things which I want to talk about, but I can't. Not because, I am afraid of you or I am afraid of myself. And if I do talk about something, it will not be because, I marvel at the beauty of this space, where, very few of you know me personally and I can get away by saying anything I want to. I am not feeling a load and I need to lighten a bit. I am not going to use the screen, which connects me from you, as a shield. I am not going to hide behind it and use profane words about things which deserve profane words. (If I have to be rude with you, I will let you know personally)

Despite so many things going in my mind, mostly I have nothing to talk about. I try to get away with small talks when I do have to talk. I mostly speak, when I am spoken to. I mostly give opinions when I am asked to. And it doesn't bother me much. Its not that, I have this urge to speak and do not have people around me or do not have friends I can trust.I have friends whom I trust with my life. I trust people easily, because, I know that there are more good people in the world than bad ones. But, still, there are many things which I don't talk about, simply because I do not know what good will come out of it. And it is the same with my writing. I calculate an idea. I debate it with myself. I am 'the for' and I am 'the against'. Then I know how I feel about the idea. And I keep it to myself. I am working on a story. I have no intention to be a published author.

Last 10 months have been very good to me. Apart from the fact, that I haven't seen my family for over a year now. I have been to places, seen sights, done things, heard stories, met people. I have been breathless (literally and figuratively) numerous times. I know the value of each breath. I know what being in the moment means. I have so many stories to tell. And I have so much to write. But, I don't feel that kick to tell it all soon. They are just there. They are not waiting to be told. They know that time has not come for them to unfold. When the time comes, each of my stories will find a place, a time and a listener.

A drunk is a man who is trying to act sober. The book which I am reading right now says so. It also says, ‘A real man is someone who is trying desperately not to cry.' I have cried three times in last one month or so. All for different reasons. 

The first time, I surprised myself, when I look at it now. I was lucky, I was alone when it happened. No one knows about this. Not anymore though. Now you know it too. I won't talk of the situation. When a man cries, the best thing one can do is not say anything. Just let him be.

The second time, it happened while watching a film. Dolphin Tale. Uplifting movies have this affect on me. That is why I have no problem in watching movies alone. It is sometimes therapeutic.  Only a couple of people know about this. Now you do too.

The Third time. The happiest tears. I became an uncle (Mamu!!) 3 days back. When I saw the photos of 1 day old baby, well…