A fitting end?

Sometimes you just don't have to think-up a post :D...from espnstar

Either his parents have a great sense of humor...or were just pissed at something ;)

The Sickness

The 8 and 10 year olds are sobbing...
Even the wind touching their burnt skin is painful.
Who is going to console them every day of their lives...
The lives that will now be devoid of a father.

The white coats are stained with blood...
This time it is their own.
The disinfectants are stronger today...
Still not strong enough to wipe out the scars.

Another breaking news flashes on the screen...
Another live bomb has been diffused.
My own indifference and helplessness is sickening...
Then you just switch the channel and they become another statistic.

Bangalore...Ahmadabad...I just don't know what to say...I am sorry.

Nobody's fault

Standing there, drenched to the bone...
The vast expanse waiting for him to make up the numbers.
He has a smile on his face...
The Sun will be there waiting for him.

The red sky mirroring his destination...
The turbulent sea uneasy with his calm.
His eyes are distant...
Remembering the long lost friends.

There is so much he wanted to tell them, but couldn't...
The blood red sea can't fill that void.
If only he could have seen them again...
If only he knew the last time was the last time.

It is not your fault, cry his eyes...
You couldn't have saved my soul from me.
You meant the world to me too...
You always will.

They found him the next day...he found himself too...

P.S. Based on some recent stuff I read...I hope this helps...

Crash! Boom! Bang!

AND it rained again yesterday....After a long time my trusted steed saw what the road looks like from up close! Yup had an accident...relax don't worry the bike is doing fine ;)

Any hoo what I wanted to post here was thanks to those good Samaritans who appeared from nowhere on the busy Hosur road, helped me out and then disappeared into thin air...Thanks guys...

I guess I can't be cynical for next couple of days now....DAMN!

...

Everything/Everyone you know will let you down...except the music.

Let it play...

What gives YOU the right to crib?

Heaven or hell?

Standing there all alone. The gentle waves of water brushing your knees. The distant lights over the water reminding you of lost souls. The drops of rain, dripping from your body do not bother you anymore. You are beyond the point of return. The “city-taxi” behind you honks, wakes you up and you drive on…


P.S. - yup it rained in Bangalore yesterday and yes my office is on Hosur road.

sitting, wishing, waiting, hoping...

She had actually created your world,
Shaped your perception and your bald head...
Teasing you about your new girlfriends,
While helping you finish your Second grade homework...

The last moment of recognition,
The last smile on her face...
The time it took for it to sink in,
The time you cried for the first time realizing your loss..

The faces in the photographs are beginning to fade,
The sands of time have eroded your memories...
Then you realize, the reason for your loss of recollection,
It was just the tears in your eyes blurring your vision...

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Who/What do you want to be?