... message of darkness

There were no words
that could be seen in the dark.
Then came the light
with a message of no word,
but of darkness.

... the 'game'

I usually don't play any 'game'

When you will be playing your 'gentle game'
I will be just a passive onlooker

When you would play your 'dirty game'
I would be compelled to play at least my 'gentle game'

And when I would play my 'dirty game'
You may not be even able to play a 'game'

... parallels

little more thoughts...

you can very well forget the past... you need not even try... time will do that...

but friendship is not of revival, it is just a matter of extending yourself to the other and there is no time in between two conversations as the nature of this relationship keeps you always with the other... we run kilometers as parallel tracks in a railway, one track need not and should not worry that it could not meet the other for a long distance, many times the life runs in between them because they are not meeting, when both the tracks meet the life takes a change in the route, but still the the tracks go apart and again start running parallelly, not together...

the point here is that the fear of not being in touch with the other is unnecessary once both the sides realise that they have been parallel and let life flows in between... only this basic realisation brings in friendship, who ever fails to understand this may not be our friends and we need not worry or fear for their reactions...

:-)

a usual 'Q' and an unusual 'A'

'So, what's up?', asked my freind in her recent mail.

'Well, having a weak beak, still inside the egg, knowing there's a larger world outside, hoping that one day I could break the shell and now looking happily at the breaches I could make so far...', was my reply.