Looking up, ahead, and beaming....

Looking for my raisins,
I came upon this realization
that we can never get back what is lost.

A dear friend had sent me a poem
a few days back, titled 'What We Lost in the Fire'.
I do empathize with the idea perfectly,
there's no returning, no regaining.
I choose not to remain disillusioned for ever.
Being divorced from reality, we lead only sordid
& miserably hollow lives.

I need to tide over my losses.
I choose to reject
my plain vanilla existence
for something fun & frivolous.
Will thus grow fresh raisins.
And give them to the ones who truly deserve.

I am looking up and ahead. Ahoy!

I am beaming! With expectations.
With desires. And, above all, dreams.

Here I am....

Internet is our gateway to connecting and interacting.

And blogging is a first generation tool
built on, and taking advantage of, its unique attributes.

Blogging, of late, has also drawn a lot of flak,
a lot of dismissive comments, criticized as a fad
that will eventually pass.
But until it is phased out by yet another fad or set of
fads, here I am playing my role as a blogger....
trying to communicate and share
my experiences, my joys & my sorrows,
my desires & my despair.

My blogging is primarily devoted to
sharing my intimate thoughts,
albeit without any intended compromise
or malice
of any kind.
So,
here I am.....

Who Has My Raisins?

Who has my raisins?
I wonder, who?
Who has managed to
Get away with
All the sweetness
That was the perfect
Embodiment of me;
My soul had been shrunk
Yet all the sweetness
Had remained therein
In the shrunkened,
Midgeted forms,
So many of them..
And they're all gone
May the world defeat
Me and my sustenance,
For all I care.................
But I want my raisins back!