Struggle

I had lost myself in you
so much that now I struggle to find me

To know the world still exists
you - I still need to see

To know that I am alive
your touch I need to feel

To know wrong from right
your glances I need to steal

To win I need to lose
myself to you

But that I did the moment we met
now I need to find myself back too

HPOD - June 14, 2009

It was a fab day! Just about perfect. I don't really say that often. I had many high points through the day. I guess this is the one I have decided to share because it celebrates the free spirit of London. Just amazing.

Some random musicians by London eye, some random people dancing, some random joy. God bless the free spirited. They are such a joy!



PS: Just one random couple swaying to the music...and one random photographer... me

HPOD - 18th May 2009

I am trying hard to think of that one moment that made this day beautiful. Thinking still. This is not a good sign. I guess it has to be the dinner. Why? Cos it was special not because of the food or the place but because of the people. I remember someone telling me when we were planning a trip: it is never about the place but always about the people. And I have to agree he was right.

Few other things - a dear person wont be at work anymore, we all will miss her and spoke to R and A as it was A's birthday today. Wish her a good life!

Ha nw it doesn't look like that bad a day

HPOD - 15th May 2009

To see something being born is magic. Life coming in the world. It is a moment that I never thought I would be awed by. How wrong I was and how much in awe I still am of seeing the butterfly emerge out of the pupal case.

HPOD - 3rd May 2009

After mowing the lawn all morning I crashed in the garden. Lying down in the Sun with an occasional cold breeze, closed eyes and listening to music - is there anything more I could possibly ask for. I wonder why so often we miss these small pleasures that make a big difference.

I am going back to the garden.

H-POD - High Point of the day

gypsy

the shadows that were
the empty spaces within
the city of mist
broken by a whim
it is time indeed for the gypsy
to move on
it is the start of a new day
a new dawn
gypsies move i forgot
i thought it was to be
but now i know
it wont be
i will be left alone
as you go back to your world
too much said
too little heard
the home where you live alone
in the hope of making one
i hope that wish
will soon be done
amen!

Black Ice

London was snowed in last week. More snow is expected in the coming week.I have been walking carefully through the snow everyday to my workplace. I saw many people slip and fall by my side. Despite the caution I fell myself. When I was offered a helping hand I just replied with a smile, 'I was expecting it'. I was expecting the fall. It was a silly grin accompained with the sillier line now when I think of it. But it was honest.

As days go by the snow starts melting and the roads are wet. At night as the temperature drops the wet roads freeze to black ice. The roads with black ice are slippery and dangerous. More so because the danger is not visible.

It seems like our emotional states and our lack of expressing it. Sometimes we do not express ourselves at all. Sometimes we express ourselves little and as our feelings begin to flow, we freeze without really letting it all out. It is then that we may be vulnerbale to slipping again. At such times we may be oblivious of the causes for our falling over and may hurt ourselves much more unexpectedly. I dont know if I am walking over the black ice now. We can never know because we can't see it. However we know when we fall it was there. If I fall over I just hope I can confess honestly 'I was expecting it'.