You saw me
I saw you
And love took its baby steps

We came closer
And took big strides
Together we leaped
jumped and frolicked

Now

You are there
I am here
Baby steps don’t seem to work
We need brave leaps
and trustful strides
to keep walking hand in hand

Others weave colored seams
when they give and take;
They differentiate
Show who gave more
and who took less
We too do give and take
but love makes it seamless

You can moan and think, while she is gone.
Or you can smile and woo her back.
You can close your eyes and pray something happens,
or you can open your eyes and see what is to be done.
Your heart can be empty because you won’t have her anymore,
or you can be full of the love you share.
You can turn your back on today and wonder about tomorrow,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of today.
You can remember how it was when she was there,
or you can live all memories on and on.
You can cry and stop to think,
be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what love would want:
smile, open your eyes and arms, love and live on.

She had wings with colors of heaven,

Beautiful butterfly she loved to fly,

Carrying the frolicking pollen

She spread happiness and made buds swollen

Even with an aura of an angel

She somehow had something to grumble

In search of something queer

She wandered here and there

Born as an ugly caterpillar

She thought the world was a bloody killer

Hated the cocoon she was woven into

But then she got wings; happy wings to fly

To search something that was beyond stings and sly

The flowers became her guide

Their touch, their smell took her to a new stride

She got to know of feelings and love

And high she flew to find her dove

Her colors turned pink in hue

Blushing with her lover, up she flew

Sweet beautiful butterfly

Little she knew, what was coming her way

Her mirage, her illusion was soon to die

The love that brought her all the laughter

Was called “madness” she was flying after

Was it that she never inferred emotion?

Or had love got a new definition?

Sweet little butterfly loved to love

Mindless of risks and outcome

She wanted to fly with her love

He held back and brought a ho-hum

He was loving, caring and able

But unsure, restless, and fuddled

She was a free bird, a complete wayward

He was structured, and sobered (up)

Poor little butterfly,

Trapped in her own wings, unable to fly

Loner in her dreams and reveries

She wanted to hide in crannies

Rip off her wings and shed her color

She didn’t want to be a butterfly, whatsoever

A mushy movie, a lonely self, a break up in relationship, a low score in exam and we cry. But why do we cry?

I have always wondered about the mechanism of crying. It is like when your eyes “see” a heavy heart and mind, they immediately ring up the tear gland for the supply of salty water tanks. [Side thought: Didn't they say salt was bad for heart?] The eyes work meticulously to gauge the heaviness of heart so that appropriate quantity of salty water is ordered. This is an amazing skill. [Side thought: Which measuring instruments do they use and what unit?] Sometimes eyes need just a few drops and at the other times they call for a tsunami.

It is also amazing to see how gradually the heaviness of heart and mind gets lower with effusion of those saline drops.

For some people, the cardiac and mental weightiness goes away only when they have an audience for their “teary show”, while others get relieved only by shedding drops in solitude.

Well, well, well…this saline water also brims our eyes when we are ecstatic. This I guess must have been promoted by tear gland to not end up in recession in those happy “dry” days.

Other than eyes, heart, and mind there is one more entity that is part of the teary show—the cheeks. If the cheeks feel someone else’s touch rubbing away the tears, they glow and immediately a signal reaches to the glands’ office that they can discontinue their supply. But if the cheeks find no one to comfort their chubby self, they turn their “face away” and become dry and creaky.

It has been observed that when the tear department does not use the “organic” way of production, the natural dramatic outburst can sometimes become melodramatic. Due to adulteration of emotions, all the entities lose coordination and there is an overflow of tears even when the heart is not heavy and when cheeks are confusingly going up on the seesaw of lips to smile and then drooping down to show sadness.

This is not all; the mechanism of tears also differs when genders are taken into consideration. After centuries long archeological studies, it was found that the revered ladies had secretly encroached the saline reservoirs long time back and therefore even when men feel heavy in heart, they have to compromise with a “dry day.”

Well, that is the end of the story. Hope you are already mushy and your tear glands have got the emergency call.

[To know why "scientifically" crying is the natural reaction to sadness, visit this link. And now that you are so much inspired, use Google man!]

Well, it has been months when I blogged last…and so many things happened in between..I changed my job and even my city.

Now that I live alone and may be will have more time to feel bored and “alone” I am assuming that I will write here often…but I am just assuming. I am not sure.

I guess I am kind of direction less on what should I blog about…not that I am a wannable blogger and want to simply blog because it is the “in” thing! But I am confused whether I should maintain a theme….

For example, sometime I only want to blog about “instructional design” the profession I am in and sometimes I just want to share only my personal emotional mushy things and at other times I want to write some short stories…so I am not sure..should I maintain three different blogs!! lolz sounds weird to me because I am not regular on the one I have..

Then I think may be there should be some theme so one blog will become hotch potch with my so many different things…

well…lets see.

One day he was out on a planned trip across his country. He noted new things that he saw, and compiled images of all beautiful things that he came across. He was happy because he was able to make sense of all that he saw. Making sense of things was very important for him because he was intrinsically a logic-driven person. He was knowledgeable and was happy that he could identify all things. He relished the beauty of nature and felt contented about his trip.

While coming back to his palace, the prince suddenly asked his charioteer to stop the chariot. His eyes had caught an unusual thing. Being a curious person, he stepped down and started moving toward the object of his curiosity. “Ah! What is it?” thought the prince “seems like some beautiful piece of art, I will take it to my palace. But it is too heavy for me to carry.”

Prince waved to the charioteer and signaled him to come near him. The charioteer came hurriedly and gasped, “His highness! What is it?” “I do not know, but she is beautiful, some great craftsman has created this earthen doll. Does not she look like a doll?” asked the prince.  “Yes sir! Indeed,” nodded the charioteer. “I want you to help me move her up in the chariot, I will take her to my palace, “commanded the prince.

Social polish…he he he. What is this social polish? Who decides what should be it? We? We all?  A few of us? Who authorizes these few? All of us? Or again a few of us? Is it always decided with some consensus? Yes? No!

Then why do we follow it?

This is a special song for me! Can’t get enough of it anytime.

Well….I am back! Back with this evergreen song. Will try to blog consistently now.