Locked from inside...

Dear reader,

i was just sitting at the cafe the other evening, and some one comes on the front a look and eyes drove away...
the thought that consumes me, is we do check out people. Everyone around, the narial pani wala, the stressed out  shopkeeper who couldn't make a sale yet, aunty carrying the vegetables, men, women, workers kids, beggars ...

Did u look at the expressions, i tried.. like i could read out their faces.. not like lines, but like thoughts. If not the precise data, moreover the nature of the thought.
What if i could say hey, whats up.. and what is going on , hows life buddy.
but its like everyone has shut their doors locked it up and buried the key .. as if the "line Break the ice" , should be like "break the door", the ice was colder.. now the door is hard, wood-ish, and a bad conductor of warmth and spark.

I asked Amal, is this idea too awkward of knowing everyone, if we could say hellos to everyone, communicate and share.. i mean not on Fb.
he says it isn't a very strange notion as it actually happens when you are in your neighborhood, you grow up their, you know everyone, can talk and say hi..

after traveling all the places and keep on leaving people behind, loved ones way apart somewhere in the other corner of the country or the loved ones stay near by, the love goes way apart in the  other corner of nowhere and i forgot what "neighborhood" means! and how it feels like knowing.. and not-if knowing
feel the absence..

well any ways ABSENCE has been a real word for me these days, again.


regards.. jey

Dear reader,
i was just sitting at the cafe the other evening, and some one comes on the front a look and eyes drove away...the thought that consumes me, is we do check out people. Everyone around, the narial pani wala, the stressed out  shopkeeper who couldn't make a sale yet, aunty carrying the vegetables, men, women, workers kids, beggars ...
Did u look at the expressions, i tried.. like i could read out their faces.. not like lines, but like thoughts. If not the precise data, moreover the nature of the thought.What if i could say hey, whats up.. and what is going on , hows life buddy.but its like everyone has shut their doors locked it up and buried the key .. as if the "line Break the ice" , should be like "break the door", the ice was colder.. now the door is hard, wood-ish, and a bad conductor of warmth and spark.
I asked Amal, is this idea too awkward of knowing everyone, if we could say hellos to everyone, communicate and share.. i mean not on Fb.he says it isn't a very strange notion as it actually happens when you are in your neighborhood, you grow up their, you know everyone, can talk and say hi..
after traveling all the places and keep on leaving people behind, loved ones way apart somewhere in the other corner of the country or the loved ones stay near by, the love goes way apart in the  other corner of nowhere and i forgot what "neighborhood" means! and how it feels like knowing.. and not-if knowingfeel the absence..
well any ways ABSENCE has been a real word for me these days, again.

regards.. jey

A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend, I told my wrath, my wrath did end.

I was angry with my foe, I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears 

And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,Till it bore an apple bright.

And my foe beheld it shine. And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole..

When the night had veiled the pole, 

In the morning glad I see

My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

Honorable courage...

THERE IS NOT TO MAKE REPLCOURAGEON WHY, THERE IS TO DO AND DIE. 

COURAGE IS A HARD THING TO FIGURE,
YOU CAN HAVE COURAGE BASED ON A DUMB IDEA OR MISTAKE.

BUT YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO QUESTION THE DON'TS, OR YOU’RE COACH OR YOUR TEACHER,.. BEACUSE THEY MAKE THE RULES, MAYBE THEY KNOW THE BEST OR MAY BE THEY DONT. 

THAT ALL DEPENDS ON WHO YOU ARE, WHERE U COME FROM...

DIDNT AT LEST ONE OF THE SIX HUNDRED GUYS THOUGHT OF GIVING UP AND JOINING WITH THE OTHER SIDE. I MEAN VALLY OF DEATH, THAT IS PREETY SALTY STUFF, AND WHY GO FAR AWAY, MAHABHARATA.. ONE OUR WOM EPICS WAS A MASACURE.. AND NONE OF MILLIONS FIGHTING EVER, TOOK A FOOT BEHIND..
COURAGE IS REALLY TRICKY,..

SHOULD YOU ALWAY

DO WHAT YOU ARE TOLD TO DO?

SOMETIMES YOU MIGHT NOT EVEN KNOW WHY YOU’RE DOING SOMETHING, I MEAN ANY FOOL CAN HAVE COURAGE...
BUT HONOR, THAT’S THE REAL REASON YOU ITHER DO SOME THING OR YOU DONT  IT’S WHO YOU ARE AND MAY BE WHO YOU WANT TO BE, IF YOU DIE TRYING TO DO SOMETHING IMPORTANT THEN YOU HAV BOTH HONOR AND COURAGE, AND THAT IS PREETY GOOD. 

I THINK THAT IS WHAT I WAS TRYING TO SAY , WE SHOULD HOPE FOR COURAGE AND TRY FOR HONOR AND MAY BE EVEN PRY FOR THE  PEOPLE TELLING YOU WHAT TO DO,
THEY SHOULD, HAVE SOME TOO..

I HAVE HAD, THE FOOLISH COURAGE MOSTLY AND HONER SOME TIMES TOO, AND TRUST ME LOVE, IT IS NOT THE BEST FEELING..

WELL IN ANY CASE, IF YOU CHOSE TO FEEL..

REGARDS

HOPELESS, JEY