A Walk Across

This road takes to the north of the Sydney Opera House. From there, We can have a majestic view 

of the Opera house and the Harbour bridge. You are wearing a pink frock which has little white 

flowers interleaved on it. A dark tinted shades covers those beautiful eyes. We are walking leisurely. You are holding my hands. In between, you rub your fingers around my palm. And as 

usual, you are chattering a lot. And as usual, I am listening to you.

After a brief walk through botanical gardens, we reach the New South Wales Museum. This building is made in a late 17th century style. Over the side walls, on the top, the names of  the great thinkers from Europe have been inscribed. Below them there are depicts from the great  battles of 19th century fought by Australians. I laugh at these and say to you that its funny  that they don't have anything which actually goes beyond the last 100 years. You nod as if agreeing with me. But, I know that you are dying to see the Opera house and the Harbour bridge from far. So we walk on without entering the museum. And anyway both of us were not a museum-type-couple :)

We cross the museum and walk further. The road ahead forks into two. In between these two paths, lush green lawn spreads till far. Instead of taking the pedestrian pathway. We walk on the grass. Cool breeze from the harbour is flowing across our face. From there, we could see the sea. We walk towards it. 

You are in a blithesome mood, commenting on everything you see around. I follow you like a shadow. Laughing at your antics. Sometimes you stop in between to hug me and give few pecks on my face. Your moist lips leaves a wet mark on my cheeks. I don't wipe them off. I follow you,  letting you lead me to harbour.

We hold our hands and walk on the sandy path around the Harbour. There, we see the opera house from the north face and beyond it is the Harbour bridge. Sun is setting and it spreads a yellow cast over the sky. But the blue sky is not willing to go away, so it mixes together to form a greenish hue. Across and above the Harbour bridge there are small patches of clouds. They are moving towards some unknown destination. Northerly winds is helping them in their endeavour. 

Slowly the tide is raising. Waves are beating around the embankments of pathway where we are 

standing. Little water droplets are falling on our faces but we are not minding it. After a 

long time since we left from the room, you are silent. You came near to me and hold my hands 

tightly and then rest your head on my shoulders. And we watch the sun going down the horizon.

Morning Blues

Its morning. You are still sleeping besides me. On my left, Athira is sleeping. she is wearing
a white night dress with blue bloats on it. She also sleeps like you; with one leg on mine and
another straight. She is sleeping with her thumb in her mouth. I gently takes it off before you
wake up and sees it. You don't like that. On your right, Ishaan is sleeping with his right hand
over your neck. He is wearing a white cotton pyjama and kurta. I look at each three of you. A
sweet serenity spreads across my face. I am living my dream.

Its almost 6:30 and the alarm starts ringing. You have set the ring tone as "margali poove"
with just the musicals. You open your eyes slowly. I have been waiting for few minutes to see
you open your eyes. You seems like a little innocent kid. In your sweet, lullaby like voice,
you say good morning. I slowly kiss your forehead. Just as I finish kissing you, Athira adjusts
her hand position. This is an indication to me that she thinks that I am not giving much
importance to her. I slowly turn to my right and kisses her too. She also kisses me back. She
gets up like a mature girl and goes to loo. You take this opportunity to come closer to me. You
slowly put off Ishaan's legs from your leg and crawls up to my head. Then you encloses your
bedcover over both of our heads. Once inside, you starts to kiss me. Yes, You have long lost
your inhibition to kiss after waking up. I also kisses you back. Suddenly, we notice something
slithering inside the bedsheet. Its Ishaan. As soon as he is up, he is in full energy. Just
like your mother. He climbs over you and put off the cover and lie in between us. I hug you
with Ishaan in between. You are smiling and Ishaan is so excited that he is laughing out loud.
Hearing all these commotion, Athira comes back to our room to check. Seeing the state we are
in, she first stares at me and then at you. Without loosing a moment, she also comes running
and make space for herself between Ishaan and myself.

I hug you three closer to me. You too put your arms around those two brats and also trying to
reach me.

I smile. Suddenly the alarm rings, its 8:00 AM, time for me to wake up. I look around. Its my
room here. On the right side, there is this blue curtain which block the scenery that lie
across the window. Its so thick that not even a single ray of light can seep in. On my left,
there is nothing.

I slowly switch off my alarm.

What is that I Seek?

A simple life.

Everybody's dream. A dream in which there is no concept of time but just being with people you love and whom loves you back. And you know it cannot be real. Thus, it stays as a dream. Everybody's dream. My dream.

Fleeting moments of love, where you seek and fret for its presence but then, wail, once its is present, thinking about how much that moment will last. The irony is ,day in and day out, you go through this ordeal, until you get exhausted even being in love. And at that time, you dream again; for that simple life.
A life where there is only her and yourself. But no, it stays as a dream.

I wish my dreams sometime, for a change, came true. And that wish becomes another dream. A paradox. 

Love Redefined

In love, and you say it is not. But you feel it around, like a breeze touching your face while driving. It is there but you ask where? And you don't have any reply because you cannot hold it once you stop driving. So you drive and experience the love - the unknown, the unseen and yet, felt all over and beyond.

In love, again.

For you

In shades of grey,
I see your eyes,
waiting for the colors of my life to arrive,
I sleep,
Dreaming about you.

And all that I need do is wake up and walk across.

But wall is so thick,
I feel my strength drain,
And it causes me pain,
For you not to suffer them,
I smile.


And when I cross,
A surge in pain chokes my heart,
For your love for me is not as mine,
And I stand helpless,
In the passing time that's so precious to me.

2012 Resolutions

1. Learn Violin - carried over from last decade
2. Learn Guitar - Somebody has to teach me that.
3. Read Wheel of Time by James Oliver
4. Pass next year.