>Do you believe in fairy tales?

Tuesday, June 6, 2009 . 2 comments . Posted in General

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Do you believe in fairy tales? Do you…?


I remember few tales been told to me when I was young. Well, I’m still young. So are you!! While listening eagerly to those tales, I often got lost in and as one among those characters who enacted them.


Long time ago when I spent my days with my grandfather, which is of course one of the best times I ever had, have soothed my ears to listen to more of them. He used to tell me stories every night when I used to go to bed. There are few stories I keep chanting myself when I go to bed since I lost my grandfather couple of years ago. But, have you been to a fairy land where kings used to rule and their majesty was all in our talks? Have you…?


I remember scribbling a review on ‘Tinkle’ and many of my friends who were with me at that point of time laughed at me uttering, ‘N J is still a kid’. Oh yea, the extreme thoughts in my mind never had any argument left for those murmuring souls. Now, here I play a song that keeps repeating and it does echo my displeased heart which is wanting for more of them. Oh, all my life I have been talking non-sense and here I’m proving myself to swap a character with one among them. I kind of want to scream at them ‘I’m the echo of your past!’, at any cost if I happen to meet any of them. There was a time when I used to get back from school, a bunch of students used to discuss about ‘Horror Movies’. It never freaked me out…But the isolated place where I used to reside, built up a set for me to get involved in those tales. The school bus used to drop me at an isolated land. While carrying that heavy bag and taking short steps to reach my house, I used to get petrified by a tree that stood so tall staring at me. It used to freak me out… I used to run hard to reach my home but then, somehow, something used to pull me aside. My heart beat used to chase the rain drops that tickled the dry sand. The smell of fresh soil and the hungry creeps did give me a hard time to get over with the tales that they narrated.


Today while flipping through the leaves in my diary, it was all fun. The days and nights spent in there was one of the best times I ever had. Now, I play a song that talks about them and it goes like this…


There was a king who ruled the land.

His majesty was in command.
With silver eyes, the scarlet eagle
Showered silver on the people,
Oh Mother, tell me more…


And I’m going… Across the stream with wooden shoes… bells to tell the King the news…

I believe in them… Do you…?

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>I’ll…

Friday, June 6, 2009 . 1 comment » . Posted in General

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It all started from here… these trees… lights… they all recognize me… and they are the only memorable face out here…

I’m standing outside the hall… This was the hall that held many functions during my college life. They took me away from a distant hill and left in an ocean. An ocean full of memoirs and they are blissful… I believe we all grow older along with these sweet memoirs and as long as we are young at heart, everything is so green…

There are few flowers that look fresh to my soul and as when I pluck one among them, in tears they smile… They make us cheerful. They beam at us… And in return, we have nothing to bestow…
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Long time ago, when I was here playing along with the mist, there was a music that chased my soul. I used to wake up hearing that harmony and it used to haunt me… Hunt me… The music was unknown and I leaped to find its source. Was it from a distant hill? Was it from an island? I was eager to know more about it because they haunted me badly… So badly that I didn’t get any sleep. The hills I used to climb left my footprints for the rest to follow…. Did they chase me? They didn’t and I felt a bit lost for a while. The trumpet was soothing to my soul. It kept playing behind the visions I once had within me… While taking long steps on those drizzling dawn, my heart beat got blended along with the tune… and with nature… In bliss… It still haunts…
I started thinking loud… I guessed a route to reach there at a short span of time. And, the path that I followed left me in a confused state of mind. Life… at times… is all about waiting… Maybe, I should have waited for some more time. If I had an urge to cross the stream and followed the sunrays, the destination wouldn’t have been so long…
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It all started from here… these trees… lights… they all recognize me… and they are the only memorable face out here… I look around and see nobody. There is nobody out here. This place is new to me. The music is still playing loud and I just want to reach there before this misty clouds rest in their place.

I’ll… I should… the music is still on… the unknown music haunts me… I’m somewhere nearby… I’ll reach there… I’ll…

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>It’s time…

Monday, June 6, 2009 . 3 comments . Posted in General

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I stood there… gazed at her for a while and walked back all the way where my car was parked… those waves had a tale to spit… and I wasn’t sure if I would go back to her and speak about my love… for life or passion…

It’s been a while since I saw you around and, like an outburst when you peak, I lay my eyes on the ‘letter’ which was kept on my desk…

Those were the days I used to bunk classes and it was great fun… Have I told you how much I used to hate ‘E-Commerce’? The mist around me covered the face I always wished to see. The romance and my room where I stayed kept lot of mysteries for my juniors to talk about. The stories are not told to them but, they kind of liked discussing about it. It’s time… It’s time to search for an idea to keep you all busy. It’s time… It’s time to search for an idea to keep you all wander… Like a wounded soul as when I pen these notes, I see my face in your eyes…

It was fun to live in there… Those lovely dawns, lovely nights completed my loneliness. My memoir takes me back to the land where I was a king. My wits don’t support to communicate well with what took place in there but I say it was fun… I remember staying in a place where I never wanted to get back. I… remember… the place where I swam for the first time with those sudden burst of misty clouds treating me in delight. I… remember… those lovely frights of nature’s outburst striking through my windowpane… Tonight, I sit in here and recollect those memoirs. I don’t know if I’m writing this… I’m just sketching my thoughts… There are lot of things to bear in mind when you scribble your heart out…. And it could be of use to many. All we have to do is, paint them… Just paint them…

I stayed in a place called ‘Paradise Hill’. The place which was covered with mist and those drops of downpour held me high. I’m kind of lost in words…

When I utter the word ‘love’ in contrast to it, please don’t blame me because, I want you to trust me. Hear me. Believe me. The place reminds me of something which is not seen on Earth. Those lovely mists and when the cloud talks to us with their lovely signs, I am walking… Oh yea, I’m walking in the rain… And it’s drizzling and this letter which is lying on my desk is seducing me to open it. I know it’s time…

The letter says…

Dear N J,

How you doing? Hope you remember the date. We would love you to be there and kindly let us know about the same.

Love,

x

It’s time… I’m going to the summer of 69… I’m going to have fun… It’s time to meet them all… My old friends who gave me their shoulder for support when I was ill… I’m all fine now and I’ll be driving to the same old hill station where I had fun once. I’m singing a song… The song is familiar to you but I’ll not name it here… The breeze is hitting hard on me and the dust blinds my sight…

And it’s time for me to end this note and dream…

It’s time… It’s time to dream about all the days that passed by…

And it’s time…

When I get back, won’t you ask me about it? Wouldn’t you remember me?

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>-| The Dark Room |-

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It’s all filth and flesh around
And I sit in a corner and stare
Few dogs and dolls crawl
For some food and it’s me
And it’s all okay…

It’s all about grime and greed
And my brain flee in bits
It’s a dry meat and taste,
So weird but it’s all okay…
It’s all okay…

It’s all mud and mug of blood
And it bleeds from my nerves
In a dark room I sit in a corner
And seek for some peace but…
It’s all okay… it’s all okay…

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>Dead Man Dreams…

Friday, June 6, 2009 . 2 comments . Posted in General

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I came to sketch something in here…

Few random scribbling that I bear deep within my heart… Some arrogant illusions play fun intended stuffs… They dug a hole and buried me alive… Eh, I kinda enjoyed it… Here I come, a long way to touch your hearts… But would you say what makes you smile? Now, could you show me a way to reach out your soul?

I have become so slow in typing… Lame in thinking…

The only thing I’m good at is, to fix a smile on the people whom I meet across while crossing the lane… The days when I used to walk a long way has come to an end…

Few hours ago, I was watching a film that released when I was a child. Yea, those days were fun but… it’s not a film that I would pick from my library since its all green… The melodious song in it pricked the scenes I acted a while ago… I am an avid nature lover. The film was shot in a hill station and it hurts when I see the same place all dried up… trees been chopped… birds fly to find a new nest to rest… in peace, of course…

The spirit I carried within me has gone all the way down in ashes… I’m not too sure if they will rise like a phoenix but I still hold hopes… Yea, it does sound all good…

Hope you had a great day… Did you have food on time?… Did you sleep well?…

Eh, Kevin Pietersen just got out… Wanted to watch a good match but, it’s not going to happen… will go out, gaze around and get back…

Good Luck, and all apologies for not completing what I had to confide. I should be back…

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>|| Face This Phase ||

Thursday, June 6, 2009 . 2 comments . Posted in General

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Remember the street, snowfall and rainfall
On this empty street it’s going to be us…
As when we walk alone in bright shade
Cover your face, swing along alone in beats

Carry me in your heart and let dawn smile
Carry me away in your dreams, in your life
In this empty street, on this empty bench,
When we sit and talk, skies pour in bliss

Remember the street, when I play the song,
In a low note as when these lamps beam…
On a bright day, on this empty chair we sit,
For a clear shade, and these notes of hope

Your eyes of yesterday brings that smile,
And your face is yet to be painted, if…
Those fairy-tales ever existed in my dreams,
From heavens I’d have colored you in love…

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