Friday, January 2, 2009

The search for the OASIS

When I was let out into the desert,
I was not all alone,
There were many like me, out for the first time,
Yet more confident than me.

Many of them, I knew, and many waited to be introduced,
We took the trail together….. the journey of life……
I was glad they were there through the rough times,
And enjoyin each other’s company when the winds were low,

We were there for each other, and the bond grew………….
However, time ran, and these friends ran with it

When they were able to predict the desert’s temper, they split
Some went with new comers, their loved ones
Some went away…. Silly fights
Some were there, yet they had to move on too……

All of us had to find the OASIS………………..
I could see it.. all green and fleshy and blue waters amidst the dryness
I ran towards my destination, crawled, moved inch by inch
However, every time I thought I had crossed the forever distance
It leaped to new distances, and it beckoned from far.

Am now all alone, and my feet are bare and bruised
My baked body has lost all its moisture, void of nutrition and love,
Am not sure if my friends have reached their destination
I know I still have not…. I have to……

The pain in my legs is excruciating, yet I pray to the almighty and move forward
Am alone, I need to survive, so I move inch by inch
Better late than never.
I cross the desert, now all alone, to find my OASIS.

One day I will…………………and I hope I meet all of them there….

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Stranger in cyberspace

I was new to that part of the world
A world of words and formation of sentences of ones own likeness
It didnt have to be grammatically correct, nor did it have rules and specifications
You could just write everything, and there was lot of help technically for freshers like me, to make it look presentable

I took to writing, or infact a coloqial word as blogging, at a vulnerale point
a saturation point of 'just taking things the way it happens'
The Arien in me woke up, no wonder this space was named afer the zodiac
It had to vent out, and i vomitted it to this space

The space wouldnt have been appreciated by the so called 'positive thinkers' of the world
so didnt expect anything less than an advice, insult or criticism
Maybe it was etched in my mind so, and when the paradox happened, it was all too strange

A stranger entered into the private space... the space which still faintly smelt of the new coat of paint that i had given it
praised the work, the hardly 100 words in a jumble thrown into lumps and heaps,
something which i thought only i would comprehend

But, some one among the trillions of the so called bloggers, could empathise....comprehend...patiently read..
Who was he? Did he know me? Was he flirting????
or was it just a mistake when in search of something else?? (You know the way girls think, it just goes on...)

I wanted to ponder, possibly the way he understood the RAM
was not sure of the road i was taking... i had just started...
and before i could even blink, and straighten my back, everything had vanished.....

i stopped there......and let the stranger go....
After all, he was a stranger, wanted to be stranger, and went on to be that!!
I was alone in this space.... and i better be........
The words will keep pouring... and strangers will remain strangers.......

Please...........................this is not a love failure......................
Its just that i dont like strangers.........not any more.............