Of Late

I'm all lost. The only solution I can think of and want to choose right now - delve myself insanely deeply into work and just kill one self with it. By work I mean bullet point targets/goals and working towards them.

• Read. (Please pour in suggestions.)
  
• Photography Exhibition.
  
• Photography/Blooging related contributions to certain publications.
• Travel. Like Mad.
• Work with a friends start up.
• Blow up some serious money on stupid shit.
• Get into a exercise routine to check the belly that IS inevitable in the working world.
• Make something for a certain someone.
• Figure out online trading n how it works etc.
• Get a not detailed brief on filing tax returns.

A lot I see I managed to put down. Lets see how much of it I can get done.. I do think all of them are near critically important as such.

Love. Wish me luck.

And applicable for some - forgive me where I have done you wrong.

Update

There are a lot of things I need to do and change. This is a reminder to myself pretty much to start.

Thoughts/activities of a train trip

1. I really want to have a dog.
2. Danced away to 'holi khele raghubeera' playing on my iPod.
3. Reading entire true stories from my life in the form of entire SMS conversations some spanning even years.
4. Attempting to write a poem.
5. Listening only to songs I hadn't heard before.
6. Looking back and sort of missing/thinking about people, from whom I've drifted apart. Wanting to call them, but knowing I can't.
7. Recalling the recent (not too pleasantl) dreams I've had.
8. Contemplating making a bucket list for myself. It will probably have a few ticks already.
9. Making friends with Tee Jay, a dog on the train.
10. Realising I desperately need a good long hot shower!
11. Missing horses and horse riding. :-/

To an unknown person

To a certain Gaurav Jain's friend as he told me (and other anonymous commenters, readers who don't comment).

You sit so content and quiet there,
Reading in your rocking chair.
The words I with fiery passion write,
To you seem lame or bring delight?

I would love to know, which of those,
You find in my words, I so carefully chose.
Brickbats boquets, I welcome them all,
I just want to know I'm read afterall!!

:-)
Written at an airport enroute to tromso where in going to see the northern lights (pray for me on that count). And this the shortness of the poem. Might add more later.

Weaving Dreams.

Tears in my green eyes,
are now a common sight..

Behold this world of lies,
where nothing seems right..

All my hopes, desires and a dream,
I thought the world was just and fair,
how sour but was this cream,
of the world my lair..

Now so high is my fear,
that years on I do not dare,
that my eye may shed a tear,
and I lose one for whom I care..

Now as I start to leave,
the tears you fell for me,
help me to tenderly weave,
a plethora of dreams to see...

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Lying awake in each others arms,
cuddled up in the early morn,
falling prey to each others charms,
I'd say, quintessentially lovelorn...

The light grows and the birds awaken,
the time of parting comes even closer,
kiss in haste, our embrace we tighten,
soon must we bid adieu to one another...

The goodbyes said, the parting kiss done,
I walk on home, in the fiery break of dawn,
etched in memory, the night shall remain,
lovely and tender, yet perhaps, a cause of pain...

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Are we living a moment at a time.
or
Are we dying a moment at a time.