poetry for f(p)un

"rise and shine" said the morning sun..

"your energy is mine" cried the afternoon

"rest a while" said the dusky breeze,

"drink some wine" whispered the night...

And while I slumbered the night away,

while the the owls hooted their tale,

and as the sun peeked over the bay, 

"main hoon dawn".. shouted the dawn.

he he he...

Eatable quotes - the week that will be

* mundane monday to sleepy sunday... we shall traverse that path yet again.. and again.. and again. Hope the novelty never dies.

Eatable Quotes - tic tic tic

* Time is bored staying indoors.. no wonder its running out!

this reminds me of the achutha - patented tic tic tic
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Statutory warning : Hazardous to the "weak - bladdered". May cause "loss of hair from excessive pulling", "brain haemorrhage on account of a fall from your chair" and "sore ulcers all along the digestive tract as a result of unpredictably long bouts of persistent laughter".

Wind - ings

Misty frames from the distant past,

for a fleeting moment pass me by.

And as the day turns windy again,

The yearning is all that remains.

But its a pleasant wind that blows

'cross portland, into the row.

And its a way of life here, I believe,

to just let it go.. let it flow.

Eatable quotes

* When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to acheive it. 

                                                                                                             - Paulo Coelho

* Dear Universe, a DBC will do............ for now.

                                                                                                     - Harsha Kudoor

(for the lesser mortals who dont have a clue what DBC stands for - it's "Death By 
Chocolate" ..... an ice cream in good ol' bangalore... and its worth killing for.... apt name don't you think??)

Un - rush

Buzzing like a beetle,

you rush past your life.

And the story that you've heard,

is hardly what was served.

Might look like the better ones,

are the ones who are all blurry,

are the ones with a furrowed  brow,

and double batteried clocks.

But what of those,

who bide their time?

And see more than the busy bee?

The blessed ones; are they?

Neither one way nor another I feel,

For All I have ever learnt to do,

Is to take a breath and catch a glimpse,

And make every moment worth its while.

Breathe... Breathe in the air... Dont be afraid to care...

life nonlinear...

Thinking aloud, running blind,

spaces to see, questions to find.

Subdued laughter, a silent song

and the path keeps winding, all along.