Miss myself! :-(

After roaming all over the mind & realizing that nothing productive can come up by worrying. I just realized I am not being myself!!

And so I rolled back a few years & ran thro' my mental diary in search of the 'lost me'!!!
          ... I was very carefree! (What does that mean, I don't even rmmbr now!!)
          ... I was very cool & unperturbed! (Does such a state exists now?)
          ... I was irresponsible! (Such a lovely feeling to be so?)
          ... I was crazy yet creative! (Now I have to think so much even to type one sentence! :-( )
          ... I was productive!! (In more than one ways! ;-) )
          ... I was flirtatious!! (Gone are those days of fantasies!)
          ... I was intelligent!! (Now I pick the calculator for 51 * 49!)

And, finally the most important,
          ... I had a life!!! (My current state of affair: Where can I buy that? Do I get discount?)


I NEED MY LIFE BACK!!!!

Beauty of a stranger

Ever traveled hoping to meet the same stranger again? Ever thanked your lucky stars for do so? Ever wondered how would you react when you meet the stranger you were only _hoping_ to meet?

Chennai-Bangalore, a route I am way too familiar
traveled a zillion times between, year after year;
Whoever sit next to me, be it a virgin or a nun
its always been a boring lonely journey with no fun!

But, I had no clue of the wonderful impending events
when I boarded the train, as usual, at Cantonment;
After a game, a bottle of water, 2 tea & lost sleep
We disembarked with loads of memories to keep.

When train stopped so did our friendship, or so I thought
ever heard - "Travel ends but the journey does not"?
God showed how mysterious HE can get, exactly a day later
when she walked right next to me looking beautiful & better.

Should I thank my lucky stars or just accept the unexpected?
I was so full of pleasant shock, I was truly dumb-founded;
The sheer joy of meeting the same beautiful stranger, again,
is like wetting your feet in puddle during pre-monsoon rain! ;-)

Second chance is the request from GOD: "Son, its time to act"
so didn't miss dropping her @ her place & picking her contact!
Exchanged views, numbers, sms-es, giggles, laughters & smiles
with memories of that day, to meet her I would walk miles.

Penning this down @ 4 in the morning, missing my sleep
for the impressions formed are way down deep
Stranger no more she is to me, but I will send this to her
just to tell her how wonderful was the "BEAUTY OF THIS STRANGER"

Where do I start? How do I start?

The long hiatus from creativity & my poems
is like a leech crawling under the skin;
I am itching to restart my journey with words
but.. where do I start? how do I start?

Thought of penning about my perennial thought,
Olive & my life revolving around her;
The more I ponder over this I keep wondering
where do I start? how do I start?

Unless I start with something... anything
few rhymic words to read, to hum or to sing
I took up my pen & paper and then I wondered
where do I start? how do I start?

Its not easy to restart once stopped
Its not difficult to resign mid-way
"Inertia," they say but all I ask is
where do I start? how do I start?