Saturday, December 25, 2010

Christmas Lights

I shiver and stalk
My eyes chase memories
A decade has gone
A treasure chest with golden bones

Makes it all intriguing
This drama called life
Time travel makes me woozy
The cold Christmas night
and hot chocolate companion

Distant shrieks of kids chasing one another
Laughter at their heels , shadowing them like a lost puppy
My lucky night..... I hear carolers singing
At once I see faces, my mind broadcasting

They are familiar and yet unknown
Conversations stale.. frequent efforts to keep it real
Everything has a shelf life
Then I see a Christmas tree and I stand distracted
The colors and lights hold my sight
I'm reminded of several other Christmases
Nights much like these .... only those were nights with a different clan

They are still around somewhere
But today we stare at different trees
And we are ok with it.
I see a man in a santa suit hiding the brown behind fake white beard...but the kids his audience
take his act in....they appreciate his person for all that they believe him to be
I see them smile and I'm reminded once again of times like these...when we all had the ability to see good and appreciate good together.
We still do and can.

On every Christmas I take stock...
And on every Christmas I make promises to myself...
On this Christmas I intend to actually follow through
And as I make my way home...I feel warm in the cold silent night...
And these Christmas lights on these Christmas nights remind and distract ...as always..

Merry Christmas.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Under the moonlight

A nomad runs on the shells and sand
A parachute starts descent and prepares to land
Plastic matter corrupting the earth
Hush lil baby you create your worth

Why is monday blue?
Instead of being new
Why do we dance, you and I on broken glass?
Come on, it could last.

But would you wince
If i didnt meet you since
Those days under the moonlight
When all was still
like the water and our will
when the moonlight rippled the ocean floor

How is it that friends become strangers?
How does one sense danger
I could lie to you and tell you its better this way
Agree with you because i must
Even pretend to not put you first
But you would catch me
Under the moonlight...when you see me cleary and I am mesmerized

The starfish on the sand....
prove on earth, alas the stars land
Our story is fairy tale
Powerful as the sea and the gale
We aren't weak , but distracted
My brain finds you...looks for your image...
Under the moonlight your aura has spillage
How do I contain?
How do I preserve?

Moonlight dances
The stupid heart prances

For tonight we are not kings and queens


We are vagabonds...our foolish hearts wandering.
And under this moonlight I crash and fall
Holding unto sands and shells et all
and as I lay under this moonlight
and as the waves graze my skin
and sea shells give me the silent sea's call
I'm reminded once more ....of the magic of it all.

This moonlight beckons
my craziness justified....it reckons .



Friday, December 3, 2010

Harry Potter- The boy who's special?


Recently someone asked me whats so special about Harry?
Others have also wondered out loud. Time and time again through the 7 books that have created history...a lot of my friends have asked me whats so great about this guy? Why is he the main character. He's not like a big guy , he's like this scrawny lil kid who out of pure dumb luck survives the relentless murderous pursuit of a wizard who is so dark and feared that people won't dare speak his name. Voldemort himself said these things aloud in the graveyard in HP and the Goblet of Fire. He himself credited his most formidable opponent as someone with no special qualities.

Usually the most prominent character or the protagonist of any book/ sitcom/ movie is portrayed as-
Really good looking (a certain sparkly vampire and former potter cast member comes to mind) or dangerous and mysterious (Batman) or invulnerable and larger than life (superman) or incredibly cool (spidey) or extremely rich (iron man) and so on and so forth.

What then was Harry's draw?

Harry was definitely not the best at magic in his class. That was Hermione .

The reason why Harry Potter as a character is fascinating for me is because he struggles under the immense pressure of constant expectations, unparalleled fame since when he was a baby for a feat he had little to nothing to do with and death hovering over his head .

He still somehow manages to appreciate the small things in life that all of us take for granted-
Family & Friendship
School
Home
and kindness

Harry is special mind you. He is the most appropriate protagonist because he has the most heart. The strongest presence of mind and a ridiculous power of will which i believe is also one of the reasons he is able to conjure one of the most powerful patronuses there are which on one occasion fought off a 100 dementors. His presence of mind in difficult situations is what sets him apart. He may not be the smartest, but he is definitely most resourceful when backed into a corner. A boy who has been subjected to various trauma and handed fame that he did not care for yet somehow finds the time to find happiness in simply spending time with his best mates. He doesn't dwell on the past nor does he waste time feeing sorry for himself. Sure his past haunts him...but more often than not it further motivates him. His bravery and his choices are what make him the ideal hero. His choice to not go after the elder wand and instead go after thr horcruxes is something I find admirable. Even though Ron Weasely keeps prodding and insisting that they go after the wand he says they should get to the horcruxes first. Driven by duty. Clearly

He is also an extremely able leader. The way he orchestrates Dumbledore's army is admirable. He is also pretty darn good at dueling mind you. Well above average. A fantastic flyer and seeker and that everyone knows. He is an average kid at the end of the day who may not be the best of the best...but has more heart, more will, more courage, more sense of right and justice than any other character. He maintains a perfect balance between being practical and yet just. Usually the two do not go hand in hand. He even makes the ultimate sacrifice for the people he loves. His ability to deduce things (may be not as technically good as hermione) is quite amazing.

Harry Potter may not be an Edward Cullen. But in my book he's more hero and special than fang boy could ever hope to be.

We could all learn a thing or two from Harry... Like when life seems bad, gloomy and unfair...remember that there is always hope for happiness...

EXPECTO PATRONUM!!!!!!!

Friday, November 5, 2010

Unforgiven

What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?

What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there?, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?


I take this key (never free)
And I bury it (never me) in you
Because you're unforgiven too.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Ladies and Gents- 'The Bird'

So listen up ladies...there's this situation thats come to my attention...rather has been brought to my attention. Its a little disturbing and I am told that only I can fix it. This observation comes from the lazies who like to pass the responsibility / buck.

I suppose its easy for people to assume..that I will undoubtedly take up the cause.
String on my cape and swoop to the rescue.
But heres an interesting fact. I have my own crisis.
Well I'm glad. I don't need a superhero to come pull my butt outta the pan. I have accepted the responsibility for my own resurrection.

The subject around who this particular issue deals with... has in the past indulged in the same reckless , ignorant pursuit. Well wouldn't blame the subject. It's difficult being stupid. I know..... I've been stupid.

The world looks like a massive playground with innumerable toys and merry go around's to play with. tsk. The stupid folk do not realize that the board which says 'private property' is lying flat on the wet grass with muddy footprints of kids all upon it. Well just cause its knocked over doesn't mean it don't exist cause believe you me...somebody's gonna be wielding a shotgun while blurting colorful nothings and perhaps tripping over the first step of their trailer park van in the process.

Lets just put it this way... I might be able to fix it. But fuck... I've done it before and paid for it. Sticking my nose where it don't belong. The thin grease of shit I contracted while pulling back still stinks. Blech. So yeh like I said I got my own shit and the cape ladies and gents lately has done nothing but chocked me. So while I gasp for my breath and watch the ridiculous situation unfolding in front of me.... I for a fleeting moment am tempted or perhaps was tempted to ride my white horse with my sword swinging in my steady hands. But ......but ......but.... for the sake of my own sanity...well being...peace of mind.........

I'm a sit this one out bitches.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Little things

Boy u got some nerve throwing ur bling around....
Hey my ears they hear...a rather peaceful sound...
I want one of those you know..those things that sparkle...

I pledge to you to now...I'll be the best. Better than the rest. My undying quest.


Kanye West wants bling in his teeth..
That Hilton girl has pearls in sheet...
New York has the buildings
L.A. has the clubs
My want however is little..
You know I want one of those...

You're in your beamer cruising around
Do you see the dreamer laying still on the ground
or is the bright light too blinding
In your ivory tower you are hiding...
My needs are very scarce...
I want one of those you know..
Those things that shine....

My world so grey
Your morning ray
Your life that you are living
What is it that you're giving...
I want one of those you know..
those things that save..
The ones that remain..

Have you figured it out?
Do I have to shout?
Is my voice at all piercing?
You know those things that I want in life...
Aren't they worth keeping......?


I want one of those you know...the things that stay...
The ones that hold your hand... keep storms at bay.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Then and Now

I don't think I have ever had unrealistic expectations.
But yes I suppose each dreamer and fool would say the same thing

On very rare occasions have I let myself go. I did so in front of people who I thought could take me.
I think I've come to the conclusion that I must be a rather difficult person. More messed up than I would like to have been. My problems may not be the worst of the lot..no I'm not claiming that at all.

I think only I can really live with myself. Theres just no logic otherwise. Some people I've lost..I've lost in spite of loving them completely. Theres gotta be an explanation or may be there is none.

This post is not for pity. So don't offer any. This is perhaps a post of acceptance that the kid inside me needed to accept, the same kid who sat on a particular Saturday, content with an ice cream cone on a warm summer day hoping that if he looked outside the window with enough intensity that he would eventually make it snow. Life is just not what I thought it would be all those years ago...But I guess like everyone else I'm looking for strength every day to accept life for whatever it is and whatever it will be. One day at a time and then of course there is always hope.

I guess simply put

It never did snow, but I learn't to enjoy the ice-cream.