For You

I keep coming back to you
For there is a part of me
that lives with you...
For there is a part of me
which is you..


I smile and I cry when I think of you
I smile for the good times..
I cry for the good times..
But the smile I'll always owe it to you..


You have always walked me back home
Listened to my stories of the day
You could read the sparkle in my eyes
You could sing back the song, i had in my heart..


I can't see you everyday
I don't hear from you everyday
But I just believe somehow
we can always pick up the threads
from where we left..
and walk along new routes
and sing along new songs..

Incorrigible optimism

As I look outside my window. I realize that winter is all around. The fall colors are gone.. the leaves lie rustling on the ground trying to have a hushed conversation with the trees that adorned them once. What could they talk about? What could they possibly share. Its the end of a conversation. The leaves will be blown away with the next wind and there will be far away.. all the dry dead leaves awaiting their burial. The tree will stand just where it is and wait for the spring to come to adorn it once again with new fresh leaves. The cycle will begin once again, the cycle of Life and Death. The beauty of fresh arrival and the bitter sweet pain of death and decay. It is the template nature follows.
When I try to decipher the rustle of the leaves.I try to look beyond the hurt of being cast down on the ground, of lying there trampled beneath feet.  All those sounds that I hear around me are not cries. At least that's what i want to believe. I want to believe that they are promises, they are reassurances, they are words that say believe that things will change. Believe that the winds will usher in new life. Believe that its all a part of a plan and someone up above has something good in store for us.
Surprisingly I try to sound convinced about my own theory only when I see someone else losing faith. I tower over my own doubts and misgivings and tell him to believe. Believe beyond reason that things will be fine! I myself have less of an inkling of where I am going and so just to lull myself for a moment I smile and think, 'why dis kolavari kolavari diii'. Its something you don't know, you just take in the craziness, to make light of the somber winter around in the hope of having an effervescent conversation with the sun, the leaves, the trees and the the breeze one spring morning :)

Resemblances II

Why do i see such a strong resemblance in everything that I have been writing in a while :)

I need a new theme to explore instead of just being nostalgic. And i just recalled this line Shashi Tharoor wrote in some article.
"Nostalgia is a middle-aged affliction; it attaches importance to the memory of experiences that mean little to the majority who did not share them."
The focal point is 'middle-aged afflictions'..  :) (Not flattering!)

Resemblances

Do we seek out for them or they just jump out to us? I am more inclined to believe that we try to seek out for them. At certain points of your life when you are unsure of which direction to take you seek consolation in the slightest resemblance of your predicament you see around. There may be real people but if you have a real good imagination then you can look up to characters from a novel or movie or TV series characters.  I am not sure if you should applaud your imagination for figuring out that uncanny resemblance or pity yourself for seeking out fictitious pillars of support. We like to believe that we are strong and rational but we are fragile and irrational at the same time. So we are willing to believe in a make belief world only to make sense of the situation that you find yourself in.

I wish I could dismiss this just as an over activity of my mind. However I can’t and I’m here to argue my case. The imagined characters we see, read about evolve out of someone’s own experiences at some point of time. They do have an iota of truth about them and there can be a possibility that that truth resonates with your own belief. Art comes closest to life when people can actually relate to it in personal terms. So I would say it is good art if it can make that relation and strike that resemblance. Moving from pure art to commercial movies and soaps, don’t sneer just as well because I was someone who did that just a few days back and then I realized I’m also culpable to believing that sometimes your life, your personality comes close to some fictitious character on the idiot boss.

However nature is just not good at creating identicals, it doesn’t repeat its code. The closest it allows are resemblances, certain similar traits, but then the parts don’t add up to identical wholes. So it’s just about fleeting or uncanny resemblances and nothing more. The rest from here is your own imagination. And just like that a moment of your life may have a little resemblance with a character on the TV. And just like that you build comradeship with a certain character in the make belief world. And you wait to watch what happens next J