whatsinaname

I wish I could introduce myself, but i do not have a name. Not yet. Lets put it this way, I traverse (not literally) through a path that would at the final bend transport me to the world of 'somebody' from the one of 'nobody. This journey you see is pretty interesting. It has its ups and downs. There are peaceful days when all I do is sleep, cocooned in warmth and love. Yet peace like all good things in life is short-lived and I encounter days when I am blanketed in screams, shouts, howls and noises of all sorts and kinds.  This reminds me of an incident that took place last week. I was getting ready for my afternoon siesta when i feel a sudden jolt! 'Its an earthquake!' I tell myself and try and relax. Then a second jolt, and a third! The wall around me is about to collapse I think. I pray for my dear life.  And then.......silence....... I thank Almighty God for keeping me alive. Alas little did i realise that this silence was like one before a storm. Some storm th...

A hundred thousand million people in the world do not write letters anymore and like them nor do I. I had a cell phone only in college. I did have a computer at home sans internet connection. The world of emails, chats, orkut, facebook etc did not enter my bedroom till the third year of college. I belonged to the simple world of letters prior to the technological intrusion. Yes communication was difficult, yet simple. The people who really mattered were not easily accessible and therefore I would make an extra effort to reach out to them. Communication then was not only on a tangible level, there was much more to it, reaching out was also telepathetic due to lack of adequate means. To most this probably makes no sense but I am sure there are some who would know what I am saying. Being nostalgic is almost like brushing teeth for me and therefore having been transported to the era of letters I couldnt help but write one, still without a paper and a pen, nevertheless a letter...... Dear ....

I thought i would write a poem today...yet the words seem dishevelled in my head. So doing what I do best- scribble. Its one of those days when life pulls you down and you let go because you are exhausted and do not want to fight to come up. Its one of those days when you  bury your tears deep deep deep, keep it under lock and key and yet a drop manages an escapade. Its one of those days when memories trample you.  I know tomorrow will not be today.......tomorrow I will rise again, walk again, laugh again. Tomorrow I will fight back- life, the tears, memories........ Yet today has carved a niche for itself amidst the many tomorrows.....