When you are young, your potential is infinite. You might do anything, really. You might be Einstein. You might be DiMaggio. Then you get to an age where what you "might be" gives way to what you "have been". You weren't Einstein. You weren't anything. That's a bad moment......confessions of a dangereous mind

Abandoned walls, quietly await,
whisper and silence,
that used to play.
Speechless sadness wander,
waiting for the words,
to approve of her claim..

But the smiles,
are glued to the faces…
celebrating the perfect moments,
and the hopes.
And in a silent dark corner,
A lost dream
Gently weeps….

These depressing blogs are gonna be more frequent now… I don’t see anything taking me out of it…I’ve tried my best… it is not easy…

Its like a journey ..in the beginning of which u are given a map…. U knw nothing about that map…. U don’t know where u r at the moment.. u try to read it… some get confused… strt looking for help… which they get as the passerby know that you are a new one… they suggest you the “direction” for your journey… you start moving ahead.. start understanding the map… quite fast… you are appreciated for the way you’d picked up…. You are consistant… moving ahead… things are so clear… and here comes a turn… u knw you cn read the map and find directions… but u prefer holding hands… and…...

You made ur choice my friend…its too late…………

You are your choices…

choices we make in life… can define our success or failure…

The fall of Icarus….

According to Brueghel
when Icarus fell
it was spring
a farmer was ploughinghis field
the whole pageantry
of the year was
awake tingling
near
the edge of the sea
concerned
with itself
sweating in the sun
that melted
the wings' wax
unsignificantly
off the coast
there was
a splash quite unnoticed
this was
Icarus drowning.....................

Music is Everywhere

At the Diu fort, I was sitting on the window type opening on one of the watchtowers…. Looking out at the sea… waves hitting the walls of the fort and with nice wind blowing….i was carrying a water bottle with me… I opened the bottle to take a sip and “ phoeuuuu” the bottle whistled… I tilted the bottle a little and it whistled again :0 … the wind and the narrow mouth of the bottle were making a whistling sound… the sound of sea waves, the whistle and the birds … were making a nice rhythm..…..and suddenly I remembered … “music is everywhere…. you just need to listen to it..."

Thinking of times when we are alone physically. But the mind makes sure we are always in company of someone… a silent partner… who if u want, would only listen to your virtues. Would agree to things you want it to agree to, would evaluate things as per your assumptions. It’ll feel like it is the best company you can hve. A friend who’ll never fite back on anything, he’ll only ask questions u have an answer for…. U cn even ask him to just shut up n listen 2 u…

But thn, one day it starts asking questions that troubles u …. They’ll keep coming back… coz he’ll never let you forget these questions. He’ll keep on repeating what u really dnt like... they’ll keep bringing back what u want to get rid of… those flashes of memory…

But then we shouldn’t frgt those questions too as they made us look out for something we never asked ourself… we shud nt try to get rid of things which still connects us to some relations…some relation we never wnt to gt out of…some relation we can never come out of …………..even if they are questions we dnt hav any answers for…..