Lover - the kite

Love as it stands today, seems to be like some affair which calls for the skills of kite flying. You use your brains, to let the thread loose at the right time and pull it tight at some other. Neither loose enough to let it fly away and slip through your fingers, nor too tight lest it snaps.

Can't we do without the threads and the maneuvering.

It is not the love I know; or had dreamt of as a growing teenager.

Is it worth it?

I would rather let the thread snap or slip through my fingers, if there has to be a thread at all

The sea

Standing at the sea shore, facing it I wonder, it is so much similar to living... this standing at the shore.


Only the person who stands through small and big waves, breezes and wild, strong winds; getting his feet buried deeper in the sand all the while, can see the hopes in the optimistic, wonderful morning... okay may be a hard sun but nonetheless a bright sun, the romantic evening, the intelligent evening, the dark night, the cold night, the starry night, the night full of dreams, the inspiring, hinting, promising moon.


The one who walks away misses out on all of these.




Note: This is something I had written in 2004. Pardon the dreamyness.

The Moves

He tried to push into her heart a false sense of possession; so as to make her have something to loose. He was afraid of her strength. She was strong as she had nothing to loose.

No ! She did not take the bait.