Friday, November 25, 2011

I don't care

I was drowning
in the cold water
of hate
and despair when you
pulled me,
offered me your hand
and warmth that
pushed into my heart
and,
forged a smile in my heart
with the warmness and
the joy of being found
the joy of you being around

Im not afraid of falling anymore
not even in all of the ocean
at once,
I'm not afraid of being sad anymore
for i have you in my mind, a mental art
i have a picture of you deep within my heart
im not afraid anymore
no more i have fright
for you are there to shed all the light

I dont care if the world ends tomorrow
I wish I have the rest of the time for me to borrow
I can fly even without wings when your in my mind
to a place, where its just you and I and
your hands i can find,
and all the world together we can see
the world is a happy place to see
along as you you're standing by me

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Sun in the sky

floating down
in the dreams
of a land
where those eyes
will be staring not through
a medium
and where
I would hold you hand
and the darkest of day would
turn bright as sunny day sky
and there would be a happy
ending
one with the smile
like the sun,
smiling up above us
bringing warmness
in our hearts
and lights in our dreams

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Staring

I lay awake
even though it already late
the sun is knocking bright
at the west side of the gate
the stars are dancing up high in the sky
same way, as before, as long as I have seen
and I'm writing down the things on my head
with your picture in front of me
staring at the electronic screen


Hike to Nagarkot

I have to go through the old memos and calendar to check the last that I went out, in a way that's fun, biking or hiking. But recently with, lots of free time in the bags and studies put aside for a while. I was given an opportunity to work for the right cause and learn and to improve and understand, the way of working on different approach of Environmental Cause, as been recruited as the Enviro Crops for the year 2011, we were invited for a orientation program, in a form of hiking, starting form Sankhu to Nagarkot. The most interesting thing about it was, no one really knew anyone, not even the names or the faces, apart from the interview/workshop day, no one had never met each other, and had no idea who were among the six people to be selected. Everyone reached the destination, Old Bus park at 7:30 , this where everyone knew who were selected, still no names. As soon as everyone has arrived we took the local bus to Sankhu, an hour or less of bus ride. The morning had already shown the signs of what the day would be, so had the weather, which didn't really helped us all but at the end of the day it didn't really matter much to us.

The hike started from the bus stop at Sankhu, with the temperature cold, and faint rain, we started our journey towards Nagarkot, after having a cup of tea and few things to eat. The first few kilometers were mostly a double lane road, we walked along the slippery road. Finally, we picked a detour, as per the suggestion of locals, who by the way were extremely helpful. Upon reaching some sort of suspension bridge, we were all gathered and described about what the hiking was all about and how it was going to work. We were told that, we had to play different role and observe different environmental and social factors along the hike trail and express one's feeling about it at the end of the day. 3 different groups with every single group being assigned different roles, A tourist, A politician and Students researching in Environmental issues. After the short briefing, we started walking up the steep hill, along with our group members, discussing about what we were to observe and present at the end of the day. It was about 3 hours long walk up the hill, a steep one at some places but, it felt like it just took few minutes to reach out destination. Even though few hours before, no one knew anyone, even before the end of the day everyone were connected with each other and knew a little more than before.
Sharing stories about the past hiking experiences, educational background, hobbies, likes and dislikes about particular genre of music and almost every field possible. Finally, we reached the destination, after interesting walk for some 2-3 hours or more, tiring for some. Almost everyone was hungry by then, so we decided to gather for potluck. Everyone had brought different home made foods, snacks, and even fruits, we picked a rain tormented field, still wet, and sat in a circle enjoying the foods and sharing different stories and views, and then sharing one's experience and the role playing that we had to do. The politicians started up the conversation with what they have seen and what improvement they need to focus on more to change the living standard, without disturbing the natural habitat and a perfect one day hiking route. The students added up their views about how the vegetation and animal habitat of that place was undisturbed till now, and explained about different species of plants and animals they observed during the hike, finally the tourist shared their first time experience of that particular hiking route and the greenery, natural resources, scenic importance of that area. Everyone generated great ideas of what the place holds for development of Tourism, balance in Ecosystem, environmental issues and overall a very productive ideas. The discussion ended along with the hot tea in the cup along with our role playing conversations. Then, we gathered our self, took some group photos and started walking again. And, as always, like the saying, save the best for the last, the best part was to return home in a gigantic sand layered Truck rocking back and forth down the hill hanging tightly to the steel frame so tightly that the marking remained till few hours like it had been tattooed up in our palm and singing and dancing (partly) enjoying so much that we actually lost the thoughts of where we ended up at the end of the day and almost took a bus opposite to the way we should have!

With the empty glass in my hand

Silently on a wooden chair
raising a toast to me
memories, swing around
the soft warm air
It’s not hard anymore
not with a glass in my hand

every thing’s still the same
but the time is moving
forward back
and with pictures still in the wall
It’s hurt sometimes, but not now
not with a broken glass

I’m here thinking about
those days spent
and those that I am spending now
and the difference seem
to fade away with a glass in my hand

but the music seems to fade away
so does the remedy in the glass
the time seems to fade away
and slowly does the memories
With the empty glass in my hand

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Waiting for a word

I see those blue eyes
staring down at me
as look for the answers
so close yet so far

a wait so long
with a silent
complexity of thoughts
expression, un-understandable
yet a bridge
lies there
observing all the way
finding the right component
every single day
but no a single help here comes
from the bystander
as the passer by
stares at the world
as he waits for a word

Melody

A shivering hand
pressed against machine
a empty mind
thoughtful
follows the light
as the raindrops
fell silently
against the shelter
of the eye
blurring the picture
with the neon light

And
in the middle of the road
lies a stone
perfectly camouflaged
yet so alone
rain drops dripping
down the top
bringing the
melody to a stop