THE DEEP SILENT WATER

The deep silent water ,and the ship on which i'm sailing


the honey dew full moon on the sky and the silhoutte of the distant ship sailing on the horizon,...

and this inevitable journey filled with emotion....

the trance of the alcohol .... and the sailor playing the lyre...

the far away horizon where the silent water meets the faint blue sky...

where the cool breeze runs through my hair .... where the mositure of the sea

water touches my skin.............

the dream of a distant land .... and the the joy to write to her ...

how this night feels extraordinary than rest of which i had

with the illusion of her face right infront of me ...........

and a mixed feeling of life & death ...... fatigue & hope...

seven years in sea and how is she? seven years in sea what has she become now?

does she remembers me the same as i do?

the oblivion's curse making me forget her face

all that is left of her is a sketch and an unknown presence by my side

the scent of the blue jasmine and the blue sky beholded in my eyes

the dew drops on my eye lash and the journey continues

in search of a distant land....

one profane thought

i never wanted to pen it down .... it is not another story but some few word that i  want to share .... with whom i dont knw .... consider this as my monologue.........this aint my facebook update or my gtalk status message because i never  want people to know ........ or  perhaps the best thing i could have done is  to have written it on a peice of paper and thrown it out of my window or rather burn it on second choice......... second choice the word is catchy and dicey , what is my life i some time  ponder ... what is it ? its impertinent .... to retrospect about my life  and immerse myself into memories is the thing that lame philosophers do .......... i dont belong to that school of thoughts..... and still here i am sitting infront of the computer and typing something into my defunct blog that had long been  inactive............ straight to the topic ............ my transition ................ from an idiot who never understood simple equation in class 4 and wanted to pursue music  to a kid who was half way inactive in class 8 ,to a lad  who was a favorite of class teacher in class 10 because he discovered pythagoras theroem all by himself .......... to a simpleton teenager who solved equation at a  much faster rate than his friends in class 11 to a teenager who calculated schrodinger's wave equation in class 12 and formulated neil bohr's atomic model during his P.T class ........... then he dreamt of becoming a scientist .........and ultimately turned to became an engineer ...... not under compulsion but because of rat race.......its natures' law they say............... and then ultimately eager to become a business person one day ..................... life has been full of twist and turns for me ..........no straight path here ...........life is full of surprises ...who knows it better than me ............ and here i'm halfway immersed into my self pity emotion and thinking how my ideals have changed over time ...from van gogh to beethoven to ramanujan to einstein to some british engineer who designed howrah bridge .......... and now howard hughes......and still thinking  and wondering who would come next ......