a busy day

A busy day has come to an end...
I'm looking forward to the dawn of a new day. I'm fully convinced, "Tomorrow will be a different day." Will meet my best friend. Will see his lovely smile n hear his husky voice, always gentle and encouraging.
What a day tomorrow will be...
So bright with the hopes of happy friendship
A very happy friendship day to you.

something's quite not right!!!

It's been days since I spoke to my Best friend. He's quite busy with his many projects and stuff like that( not that I know of). I tried phoning him many times but like almost always, his cell kept on ringing till my cell despaired of redialling.

Sometimes we all go through a phase where keeping in touch with the best of all friends becomes a tedious job. Not because you really intend to neglect that friend but in your leisurely hours you'd rather do something else than ring up that long ignored friend of yours and catch up with him or her. I was convinced he was in one such phase of acute timelessness. It's a topic which ever astonishes me, for I myself have remained inaccessible to most of my close buddies these days, and so to me, his silence made as much sense as his conversations would have made.

I'm not complaining my dear friend, for I understand you. Your short text messages are proof enough of the strength of our long standing friendship. Not saying that distance or silence could weaken this bond, but, I do not wish to see this scenario continue for long.

The hollow woman

I could write my own version of T.S Eliot's 'The hollow men'. Not about the world at large, but about the person I am. A hollow woman with drawn-out expectations about what she ought to be. Hardly realising how she has blended herself into the environment. Not raising her voice against anything unfair. You'll find her trying hard, but muted very much like a goldfish. Empty and paralysed inside, but keeping up appearances. She wishes not to discuss her problems, but retreats into solitude, like a wounded panther licking its wounds in the cover of darkness. Somebody shake me up...

hopeless restlessness

The pearls of hope I've dropped on the ground!
The pearls I'd held in my hands with care...
They bounce trying to regain their seat,
Yet I fail them blinded by their frenzied pace.
Some I behold rolling on the mirror-like floor,
Some I know are lost in places unknown.
My scattered hope! My lost hope!
See how they 'rest in peace'
leaving me in ghostly restlessness...

wrong beginnings

I've often wondered why certain relationships don't reach the level we desparately want them to achieve. Also wondered why some others soar to unexpected heights. Something I read in Wish's blog comes to mind- It's because every person comes into your life either for a reason, a season or a lifetime, and if you can fit each person in your life into these categories, more can be gained out of every relationship.

If only it was as simple as that... No person who came into my life has left me without leaving a mark for a life time. It hurts every time I think of the sad demise of a happy friendship with Minu. Now when I look around to make new friends in a new environment, every emotion within me responds warily. Who can explain why she became such an important part of my very personality and why she wrote me off when we disagreed on a silly matter? Conversely, why does Anish invariably stand by me through thick and thin, despite the fact that we barely ever see eye to eye? How's it that I and Suba don't disagree on anything? We've chatted for hours without a single dissimilarity of opinion or taste.

What is the formulae for a lasting friendship?
What is the kiss of death in a relationship?

After some serious contemplation, this is the conclusion I've reached -Some relationships have wrong beginnings- wrong expectations, wrong assumptions wrong foundations. No matter how hard you try, they will never last.

My paintings

The prodigal son... I love the possibility of returning to the Father even when everything's lost!

Behold how good and pleasant it is when brothers dwell together in unity... Ps 133:1

My very first classic painting

Love?

Dear Jesus,

How many times have I cried out,

"Jesus! You're the one I love!"

Yet, today in my mind lurks a thought,

How real, how true is my love?

For my every want and need,

Obstinately claimed Your Fatherly love.

Your voice I'd seldom heed.

Alas! I betray a selfish love.

When alluring pleasures brought delight,

Strayed from Your guiding love

Of my purpose often losing sight.

Alas! I betray an on-off love.

Gave your life as my sin's price,

On the Cross I see Your saving love;

Yet, with my Christian life I compromise.

Alas! I betray an ungrateful love.

Despite my pride, my self-created weaknesses,

In return to my fickle love,

You've been faithful to Your promises;

You surround me with Your unfailing love.