Just....

The winter sun tried hard to shine,

Beating the cold, bitter squall..

So did my will tried hard to fight,

To break down the mighty wall..

The wall that had been building for long, using bricks of doubt, the mortar they used was thick with fear.

It was just not possible to break out…

I sat and pondered days and nights, flouting my head in vain..

When deep down I knew the only rescue,

Was rather quite inane…

There was no trick, no muscle, no wisdom…  I just had to climb it all..

Like a child who would enjoy every bit, I had to crawl and crawl..

Just carry the juvenile fervor in my heart, to see on the other side,

Would bring me to the top sooner and show me what the wall would hide…

Oh! That pleasure, that victory, the sight…..

I’ll have to do this more often I think, when my judgment gets muddled,

I’ll have to bring out the child in me and not sit there all huddled :)

LOL.... i knew this would happen... if not sooner then later.... the initial days were a lot of pressure to fill this space up with "awesome" stuff (like every blogger would want, i guess)..... it played on my mind 24 hours..infact i gez for more, if there was any of course!!! And as time passed i gez it became the last thing on my mind.... ( not really though)... anyway what i'm waiting for is some travel, some shots, some stories

Troubled times....

I came across this stuff while going through my mail box.. Had written it sometime back, dont remember exactly when..... I put it here coz i dint want this thot to disappear like most of them do.........

A bubble who just has to burst now,
A river which has to fall off the cliff somehow,
I crave to face the sky and scream till I have that strength,
Walk bare feet miles and miles till an agonizing length…

Did the clouds just emerge or was it always the same,
Was I cosseted till now or did I just get exposed to the rain…
Its hard to say when my vision is blurred,
Was it my heart shattering or that crazy thunder I heard…

The stream’s unsettled , the water in turmoil,
Someone just walked athwart, just rumpling the soil…

The wait is long, for the calm to return………
Till then all is, is to wait and yearn…