Midnight excerpts
The hollowness of universe – the black hole in her soul.
‘In fact, I am aware of the fake entities in my life.
I know that I can clear them if I wanted to in a moment …
But all this hollowness needs my sincerity.
Rumi’
Archive for the ‘Autobiographical’ Category
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Aug
2011
Aug
2011
31
Jul
2011
Jul
2011
Impromptu
There are decisions that can change lives. And there are lives that can change decisions…
13
Nov
2010
Nov
2010
Shades of love
Like the earthen green,with brown in hints. like the crimson gold, in the mixture of dusk, with blue and yellow and orange with sheen, and fluffy white on days of rain. like the wet silver and the hollow black, with wild waters deep. like the flickering yellow of candle light, with romance in air and blank noise of words.
like the white of satin sheets, the brown of skins, her hair and his eyes, the purple of her sari, flowers in the garden and his favorite books cover. like the pink in her sweater, the blush and his hug.
What shade is your love? 
02
Oct
2010
Oct
2010
Life, Life, Life
There is a bit of this and that today, the future seems a past’s arc today, the skewed line, the straight curve…
There are somethings that just wake you up! An incident, an experience, a phone call, and however bad or worse the news might be, you just know what you have to do then.
Your decision is there. I can’t say one doesn’t think about it, but maybe not, maybe there is no thinking about it coz you ‘know’. You might have spent years ignoring that problem, that situation, shirking away from the possibility of it, but when it happens, seconds are more than what you take to say ‘that is enough’.
That is one thing I love about life, the worse it gets, the more we get to learn! 
To the friend, I am dedicating this to… I just want you to say ‘Come on Life, Bring IT ON!!!
27
Jun
2010
Jun
2010
Why the first one is the hardest one?
Before you ask me, let me tell you that this post would answer all questions of yours regarding my whereabouts and the reason for no-show, whatsoever. Now, that I have managed to get you all settled, here I go.
Life is a journey and well, we all love being travelers. The whole idea of finding your destiny not only appeals to us but also excites us. Enough of philosophy, eh?! So, I was almost between three cities-or to be more accurate between two cities and one town- Delhi, Chandigarh, Simla…
The good news is that I am a post graduate finally, for those who consider degrees as education and the bad news was I had no job. Even though I call myself ‘gypsy’ and as much believe in the free-spiritedness, trust me I do need to earn as well.
Anyhow, coming back to what I essentially meant to write about. The first job is the hardest one; and when I say that minus all the part time jobs you’ve done, no matter how boring they were, the first full time job is the HARDEST. Here are a few reasons why…
- You’ve to get up almost the same time everyday. EVERY SINGLE DAY!
- You can’t bunk. No bunking. It is not your college or university where you can access how much of attendance you have and then go to sleep thinking ‘ah, all right I’d cover up next week.’
- Also, even if you’re to make an excuse, the pleasure of sharing it is all gone. Like in college you can’t text your group at the eleventh hour saying, let’s bunk today or say see you in the second lecture-am sleepy.snooze!
- The fact is there are no second lectures-it is a full day!
- You are in a strange world with stranger people around. Lucky you if you’re around home, but for most of us it’s the other way around. We’ve to find another home which comes closest to being at home. And that takes a lot of time.
- You’re apprehensive about the job, work, and culture of the firm you’re working with.
- You don’t know how to react to jokes of your colleagues and maybe which is why silence is the best policy was ever said.
- You wait for the weekend like anything and on the weekend you don’t know what to do.
Here are some of mine, add on yours
29
Aug
2009
Aug
2009
Rushes
Finally, it fails me,
The lost echo of the last sound
A reverberation at the distance
A strung in the guitar, lost and found
Then it could happen, life waiting for me. And I could act silly and take a chance again. But my brevity lies in waiting, even if it gets longer and the silence is at times too much of a distraction.
I want a word, a sound, a sigh, a whisper…
P.S-Whenever Wildflower writes, I just know that I wanted to put words to the same things. But where I fail miserably, she does it with excellence.
